Help Me Help You (Rookie Jordan x Reader)

Chapter 2

I clapped when my dad hit his 8th three of the night, it's the third quarter and we were up by 10 against the suns. Him and Uncle Klay were having fun fucking around with each other, he's known Klay from before the draft so he was basically an uncle to me.

After the game))

I waited in the tunnel for my dad, I asked him earlier to give me a ride home because Trent had a 'family emergency' so he left early. I locked the door after I got in and walked up the stairs quietly, to not wake him. I went into the guest room and grabbed a blanket to sleep on the couch.

A few weeks later

I woke up before Trent and made breakfast when I heard him stomping down the stairs, not saying a word to me apart from giving me a death glare and taking his food with 3 beers out of the fridge into his gaming room. I started panicking, every time he drinks he does unwanted things and he is obviously getting drunk right now. I grabbed 2 smoothies and went out for a run, I ran through downtown with my headphones in. I hated loud noises in general but I like exploring my city, the headphones were like my compromise. I was about to run past the stadium and saw my dads car in the lot so I decided to go in. "Goodmorning Danny!" I waved, Danny was one of the security guards, he's worked there ever since I was little so we were close like that. "Sammy! Your dads on the court" he said I thanked him and left for the court, walking in through the tunnel. I See the team scattered around, some shooting some watching and others doing god knows what. I make eye contact with Jordan and he smiles and walks over "hi! How's practice going?" I asked. "It's good it's good, Whatchu doing here?" He asked. "Oh I was just on a run and I brought a smoothie for my dad" I told him. Someone grabbed me from behind and picked me up making me shout and cover my head. They lowered me down in silence and I turned around to see it was my dad. "Are you ok? I didn't mean to scare you" he asked worriedly "y-yeah.. uh anyways I brought you a smoothie" I changed the subject. "Ok thanks, but we need to talk come with me" he said, I looked back at Jordan then followed dad to the meeting room and sat on one of the couches. "So, I don't know what's going on but you seem like something's wrong you've been a lot more jumpy lately and your unhealthily skinny, and always self conscious. If you could just tell me I'm sure I can help-"he put his hand on my shoulder but I cut him off by standing up. "No dad I'm sorry, you wouldn't understand I can't tell you." I sighed and went to leave, my dad followed me. "But I will understand Sam!" He protested and I stopped moving facing him. "Dad, I can't. Goodbye" I left and this time he stopped following me. I jogged back home and when I got there the whole house was basically torn apart. I hear him stomp down the stairs and drag me up them. "Where the FUCK were you?!" He yelled. "I went o-n a run" I trembled. He pushed me into the room and started hitting me until I was almost unconscious. He then took off all our clothes and did stuff, my whole body hurt. When he was pleased I was stumbling out of the room, my body shaking violently then it all went black. I felt him break a beer bottle over my head making me black out and fall down the stairs. I laid there for almost an hour.