(song is fallin by why don't we, cred to best friend for that)
also the other song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VLq4_qYT3Gg
(lotus inn, wdw)
Alright so I decided to leave the ending of the injury one up to you, plus I have no mental power for that so moVING ON
ALSO THIS CHAPTER IS VIOLENT! YOU CAN SKIP IT IF YOU NEED TO! THERE ARE MENTIONS OF ALC*HOL AND BL**D IF YOU NEED TO SKIP YOU CAN!
The bottle shattered near your head and you felt something hit your neck and then a warm, sticky substance run down your neck. You put your hand up to it and it came away red. The tears running down your face mixed with the blood already there, some dried and some not.
Y: P-please stop-
You begged as another bottle came down over your head. More glass went everywhere and more blood came down. The colors of the world, not that there were many to see in the dark room, seemed to blend together as you swayed, trying to stay on your feet. The man in front of you, who you couldn't quite see, ripped the table cloth off the table and sent more empty and semi-empty bottles flying across the room. You weren't sure how, but you knew two things. This man had been drinking for a while and this man was Robert. He slowly came into focus as he came closer. He growled lowly and muttered something under his breath.
Y: W-what?
R: I SAID NOW LOOK AT WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!
Y: I-I'm sorry.
R: SORRY IS NOT ENOUGH YOU UNGRATEFUL WRETCH!
You sobbed even harder at this, blood running into your eyes.
R: You have thirty minutes to get me more. Go now.
You nodded and ran out of the house, grabbing your purse as you went. You hopped in your car and grabbed the first aid kit you kept in there on purpose and opened the mirror behind the visor. You got a towel and cleaned the blood off your face first and held it to the wounds. Luckily there were no shards stuck there. You staunched the bleeding on your head and ripped open a gauze pad. You unfolded it and put it on the wounds up there. You grabbed a hat from the back seat and put it on top of the bandage. You finished the up on the wound on your neck and put a bandaid over it. You then cleaned up your stuff and drove off.
Ten minutes later, you were back with the cases of beer. You carried them in the house and set them down, not noticing him come up behind you. He had a bat in his hands, which he brought down over your head, making you crumple to the floor, unconscious.
You felt something shake you and you flinched away from them. They reach over and shake you again and you blink open your eyes. You see it is Robert and scramble away from him before you realize you both are dressed totally different and are on a plane. You sit back down slowly and stare at him.
R: You were sleeping good until about five minutes ago. Then you started flinching and shaking. We've been trying to wake you ever since.
Y: O-oh. I was having a really bad dream. It seemed so real.
R: Oh, I'm sorry. Wanna talk about it?
Y: N-not yet. Can you promise me something though?
R: Sure, what's that?
Y: Please stay away from alcohol.
R: Oh my god. Did I hurt you in your dream?
You nodded softly and sniffed. He pulled you in closer and you softly sighed.
R: I would never hurt you, you know that right? And I promise baby. I won't ever drink.
You nodded and snuggled closer. You were asleep by the time Robert had summoned the flight attendant and asked her to throw away his cocktail. Bindi looked over and saw him do that and smiled. He smiled back and reclined in his seat, looking out the window. Life was good. He had you. He had his family. He knew mom and dad were looking down on him and smiling.
a/n: I AM SO SO SO BAD AT WRITING FIGHT SCENES!
forgive me 😭
anyways, i believe imma call this book finished.
i've got a terrible block at the moment, so here's what i'm gonna do.
-I'm gonna finished this (mark it as finished)
-unpublish everything except sparklers.
-casually go through my stories and see what i want to keep and not
-THIS STORY WILL STILL BE HERE! it;s not going anywhere.
-so will sparklers.
so from here on out, I declare this story done. I'm also sorry if I didn't get to something you wanted me to do, I simply have no inspo for this story anymore.
