Snap Out of It

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Tw: brief abuse descriptions(physical and verbal) Ill put a * before the scene so you can skip over it if needed

You whip your gun from your purse, leveling it in front of you as you step into your apartment. You check the room before setting your gaze on the man sitting on your couch. You had fought so hard to forget him, to forget everything, and here he is, sitting in front of you.

"How the fuck did you get here, Andrew?" You ask, keeping your gun trained on him.

"You thought I'd just move on? I spent five years in that fucking hell hole. I'm gonna finish what I started and you can't stop me." He says, a wicked smile plastered on his face.

"I'm a federal agent, you know. I'm done letting you hurt me." You spit. He simply laughs and leans back onto the back cushions of the couch.

"You said that last time. You gave me the whole spiel about how you were leaving and there was nothing I could do about it. But I put you in your place, what's stopping me from doing it again?" He chuckles. ** Your mind flashes back to that night six years ago. You had told him you were leaving, you had your bags in your hands. He told you you weren't going anywhere and slapped you. The sting on your cheek was something you'd never forget. You would never forget the awful names he called you when he beat you, how he wouldn't let you out of the house for more than an hour without him. You would never forget.

I can't show weakness right now.

You straighten your posture and force yourself into reality.

"So who's this Spencer character? He seems like a real catch," he hisses, emphasizing the last word with an evil grin.

"He's my friend."

"I think what happened between you two the other night was a little more than friendship, don't you?" Your stomach drops at those words. He had been watching you, and following you.

"Are you jealous? You always have been a very jealous person," you ask him. He stiffens at your words, his eyes burning into yours. There was nothing but evil behind those eyes. Nothing.

"I'm not jealous so much as, well, disappointed. I think you could do much better than that pathetic excuse of a man." He teases. Andrew stand up from the couch and walks over to you, caressing your cheek. You keep the gun trained on him, staring him dead in the eyes.

"You need to get out before I shoot you." You threaten.

"You think you could shoot me? You didn't even have the guts to leave me, you wouldn't shoot me."

"Would you like to test that?" You ask, pressing the gun into his side. You see his adam's apple bob as he gulps, a wave of satisfaction coursing through your veins. "That's what I fucking thought." You whisper, leaning close. "Now get the fuck out of my house and never come back, because if I ever see you again, I will not hesitate to kill you."

He scoffs and walks out of the apartment, hitting your shoulder with his own before slamming the door. You sigh as you lock the door and all the windows. You stalk into the bathroom and take off your clothes, the hot tears threatening to spill onto your cheeks. You step into the hot water and crumple to the floor of the shower, holding your knees tight to your chest. You sob silently, gasping for air. You stay like that for a while, only looking up when you hear a knock on your door. You scramble to grab a potential weapon as you stand up.

"Y/n? You didn't answer my calls so I came to check on you, can I come in?" You hear Spencer's voice from outside the bathroom door. You set down the razor you had grabbed and take a deep breath.

"Yeah Spence, you can come in," you sigh, your voice cracking slightly. He turns the handle and you turn off the water, stepping out of the shower.

"Hey...what's the matter?" He asks, grabbing you a towel. You go to respond but break down crying again. "Hey, hey, I'm here for you okay?" He comforts you, sitting down on the bathroom floor and pulling you into his chest. "Do you wanna talk about it?" He asks, combing through your hair with the brush he grabbed from the counter. You shake your head no and lean into his chest, his chin resting on the top of your head. The tears roll down your cheeks, pooling on your collarbones. "I love you okay? I'm always gonna be here for you." He whispers. "Let's get you cleaned up and we can read a book or something okay?" He suggests, standing up and holding your hand to help you up.

"I'm sorry you have to see me like this," you whisper, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt.

"It's okay. I'm always happy to be with you." He responds. He holds you close, swaying lightly before picking you up and tossing you onto your bed. You burst into a fit of laughter as he climbs on top of you, planting a kiss on your lips. He snatches your phone and pulls up Spotify, clicking on Yellow by Coldplay.

"Come dance with me," he says, holding his hand out to you and holding you to his chest. You sway to the song, savoring every second of his warm arms wrapped around you.

'For you I'd bleed myself dry.'

"You're my yellow, you know that?" He asks, holding the back of your head in his hand as he gives you a gentle kiss.

"And you're mine, Spencer."

You keep swaying long after the song was over. You had never been so hopelessly in love with someone before. So unbearably vulnerable. And it was the best feeling ever.

"It's all gonna be okay," he whispers. You nod into his shoulder, feeing your eyelids getting heavier. He lifts you up and carries you to your bed, setting you down and pulling the covers over you before climbing in next to you. You fall asleep with his nose nuzzled into the back of your neck and his arms wrapped around your waist.

"You're so perfect, Y/n," he whispers softly. Its the last thing you hear before you fall asleep in his arms.

a/n: hey baes😩i lowkey like this chapter i got so many ideas writing it😌😌