No romance or joke RP (not my art btw)

*oh yeah she’s 14 btw*

Quill: Are you ok?

Wren:*steps back*” yea…”

Quill: You don't look fine. You can trust me

Wren: *freezes in place* “no. N-not again” *turns around and runs*

Quill: Wait! What did I do? I just wanna help

Wren: *speeds up* “you’re gonna hurt me like he did!”

Quill: I won't! I know what it's like to be hurt. I swear I won't hurt you!

Wren:*stops* “pr-promise?”

Quill: I promise.

Wren: “ ok…” *she turns and you can see the full extent of her bruises and cuts*

Quill: What happened?

Wren: * starts crying * “my dad… hurt me…”

Quill: Do you know why?

Wren: *sniffles* “he always says I’m useless and that I should’ve gone to the orphanage. The beating and getting thrown out is normal though…”

Quill: You poor thing. Let's get you all cleaned up.

Wren: “oh… thanks”

Quill: *pulls out bandages and begins to put them on*

Wren: *flinches* “th-thank you… it’s weird to meet someone like you.”

Quill: I get told that alot.

Wren: “oh… I’m sorry”

Quill: It's fine. Can you tell me what your dad looks like?

Wren: “he’s t-tall.. really tall. Dark blue hair and goatee. He usually wears jeans and a sweatshirt.”

Quill: I see. Do you want to stay at my place for the night?

Wren: “s-sure” *starts to follow and collapses* “oh.. ow…”

Quill: are you ok? I'll carry you on my back. Are you ok with that?

Wren: “I-I’m fine. And that would be great…” *literally falls asleep*

Quill: *carrys her to her house and puts her on a bed*

Wren: *hugs you* “I-I’m sorry. At least you’re still happy. And” *inhales* “I don’t think my dad will ever love me. I guess I remind him too much of mom.”

Quill: it's fine. You can stay here as long as you want and you can always come back. Is it ok if I ask about your mom?

Wren: “thanks, you are by far the nicest person I’ve ever met.” *takes a deep breath* “my mom was this really wonderful lady. Always happy and kind, and that affected my dad. For 8 years we were happy. But… she-” *sniffles* “she got shot one day. I can’t remember where, or why. My dads just been blaming me. And now, I’m 14 and” *sniffles again and gestures to myself* “I’m broken”

Quill: Your not broken. Were you there when she got shot?

Wren: *falters* “I- I was. To be honest, I think I was the reason she was killed” *starts to cry a bit*

Quill: Now why do you think that?

Wren: “…” *I look down* “I… don’t know. I’ve just blamed myself for everything that’s happening with my dad and I-“ * sniffles* “I can’t find family now.”

Quill: don't worry. I'm here for you. If you wanna talk about it you can tell me ok?

Wren: “I just realized, I haven’t told you my name. I’m Wren.”

Quill: My names Quill. Nice to meet you wern.

Wren: “ Quick question, can I call the police? Tell them about my dad and stuff?”

Quill: if you want. *gives phone* go ahead and talk to them. Don't worry about any other contacts.

Wren: “i call police and tell them about everything. Dad ended up in jail and I got a job. I still visit from time to time though.”

Quill: that took alot of strength. I'm glad you were able to

Wren: “thanks. I’m glad I met you. You were the reason I did it.”
(Also I’m gonna make an RP of her like 4 years later)

(Ok. I'll probably change Quill up a bit)
I hope life treats you well wern.

Wren: “you too. Thank you”
(Can’t wait)

Quill: No problem

Wren: “hmm?” (In her head)*why is it so sof…*

Quill: *walks in with hot coco* your awake

Wren: “did I fall asleep?! I haven’t slept in like a week and a half. How..”

Quill: You did. Here have some hot coco.

Wren: *dazed* “ OH CRAP THATS HOT”

Quill: *giggles* sorry.

Wren: *gasping* “you’re fine. It’s my fault… heh”

Quill: I have a question

Wren: “what’s up?”

Quill: Do you love your father? I hope you dont mind me asking

Wren: “…” *starts to say something then stops* “..yes. I do. But I know that he will never accept me, so I don’t show it. It… I can’t describe how it feels to love a big person in your life… and for them to hate you and beat you whenever they get the chance.”

Quill: I understand. Except It wasn't possible for me to stay with my family. I may not look it, but I'm only 16. I'm glad you still love your dad though. Maybe one day he'll understand