Girl Reader X Crush One Shots

2) Bruises and Boyfriends🧡

I sigh, finally looking up at his beautiful E/c eyes. Cheeks stained by tears and my heart aches at the sight. How did we end up here?

~flashback to 2 hours earlier~

I walk the sidewalks of my neighborhood, blasting music through my headphones. It's cold outside but I don't mind. I need some space to clear my head.

C/n and I have been dating for 6 months now. Things were magical at the beginning, we were inseparable. But now, it seems all we ever do is separate ourselves from one another. C/n is easily frustrated with me, especially when I ask questions. These times have been difficult for both of us. Ever since... well, something happened.

~flashback to 3 weeks ago~

"let me go!" I scream at him as he drags me across the wooden floor. I'm stuck with him in his attic, praying for a miracle. He rests a hand firmly over my mouth to stop the screams. I kick and push. I do everything in my willpower to escape his grasp. I know what he wants, and I'm scared he will get it. I whimper when I see his hand raised, ready to strike. I feel a sting on my cheek. I know it will leave a mark.

"E-b/n (Ex-boyfriend's name), you don't want to do this. Please stop!" I cry through his hand, still muffling my sounds. He pulls me away into a corner of the room and hits me with one final blow and I'm out.

*waking up*

I recognize the same splintered wooden floor of the attic. My stomach turns when I realize where I am. I look down at my bloodied clothes beside me and do my best to fit them back on. I silently cry, still panicked he's here, waiting to pounce again. Once I'm dressed I scurry down the stairs, my feet getting splintered. I wince in pain but continue to make my way to the front door. I reach for the handle and dart towards C/n's place.

Once I reach the C/n's door I knock loudly. I never really thought about what he would even do seeing me like this. I get nervous as the doorknob shifts.

"Y/n?" C/n stands their in shock. I see his facial expression change from confusion, to sadness, to anger.

"Wh-what... what did h-he do to you?" I notice tears in his eyes. He forms two fists at his sides and clenches his jaw.

"C/n, please..." I trail off. I try to look him in the eyes but he quickly shifts his gaze. I sob as I try to put my arms around his neck but he pushes me off. He turns around and reaches for a baseball bat. I know all to well what he is thinking.

"C/n no! Please don't!" I yell at him as he makes his way down the street. I know C/n doesn't stand a chance against E-b/n, and my heart drops at the thought of losing him.

"C/n please don't! I can't lose you." I cry through my shouts but he keeps walking. I stumble towards him and finally grab hold of his arm,

"C/n." I cry. He turns to face me, anger but sadness in his expression. He notices the cut on my face and the bruises along my neck. I see tears falling from his eyes.

"Why?" He whimpers through his words, "why did he do it? Why did it happen?" Gently, he places a hand over my cut, sobbing at this point. He then pulls me close and holds me tightly. I cry in relief, glad to see that he is staying here, with me.

~flashback over~

I shudder at the memory as I reach my house. C/n is supposed to pick me up for a date. I'm happy that things can finally start getting back to normal. I have a restraining order on E-b/n, but that's all the police would do. I know that it bothers C/n immensely. And no matter how hard I try, he still won't function like he used to. We hardly kiss, hardly see eachother, when we do it's like he isn't even the person I fell in love with.

I wait for him to come by but it gets late. I try to call and text but he leaves me with no replies... I try to keep myself from crying. All the signs point to a break-up. And why did it have to happen to me? I think back on the words C/n used that day outside his house. This whole thing has ruined my life and C/n's. We've lost hope in this relationship. Or at least, he has.

Two hours pass until finally, I hear a gentle knock at the door. I prepare myself for what I know is coming before opening it.

"You're late." I state plainly. It came out a little harsher than I intended. I look straight at C/n but he's looking across the room, avoiding eye contact.

"Yeah, I'm sorry." He gulps, taking a step into the house.

"C/n just come out with it already." I sigh, keeping the lump in my throat and the tears in my eyes. But he says nothing. He looks down at the floor and says nothing.

"C/n look at me and say something!" I yell sharply. A good minute goes by but he's unresponsive. I slam my hand on the entry table,

"Look at me!" I cry in desperation. He looks straight into my eyes this time, the first time in weeks. I see all of the pain and hurt he holds in there. He doesn't want this anymore than I do. But it feels like it's the only solution and that breaks my heart.

"Why did you have to be such a good person." He cries. He approaches me while maintaining eye contact,

"Why did you have to go over there and be such a good person? Why couldn't you be like everyone else?" He shakes his head at me. I know exactly what he's referring to.

"And I told you you didn't owe him anything. But you said,-" I try to cut him off,

"C/n, don't-"

"You said, 'C/n, he needs help with his homework. Besides what's the worst that could happen?" He painfully sobs at the last part and grabs me by the hands.

"Why did the worst happen?" He whispers through his sobs, shaking his head. I find myself unable to look at him. I don't know what to tell him at this point. I'm sorry for being a good person? Yeah you're right C/n, we should just break-up? I pull my hands out of his grasp and hug myself, sobbing. The memories are so painful for me... I've rehearsed them in my head over and over again, trying to find where I was at fault. Knowing that I could have prevented all of this if I hadn't had a heart to help him.

"I think this has been a little bit harder on me than you C/n." I say angrily, backing away into the wall. "It wasn't my fault." The last word comes out through painful sobs as I clutch my own body for comfort.

"I know it wasn't your fault!" He yells through his cries, slamming his fist into the entry table, making me crouch down onto the floor and cover my hears. I am now hopelessly having an anxiety attack.

"But I can not stand the fact" he pauses, regaining composure for what's about to come next, "that he hurt you." Still, his yells  send my anxiety levels haywire. Short breathes come in more than they do out, causing pain in my lungs. Finally, C/n notices that I am having an anxiety attack. His demeanor changes from angry and forceful to gentle.

"Im so sorry Y/n, I didn't mean to-" my anxiety levels pick up and I'm in full panic mode. C/n quickly crouches down and gently approaches me. He reaches at my waist to try and pull me closer to him. I am reluctant at first but my weak body gives in. He holds my head against his chest with one arm, chin rested on my head, and his other arm is still around my waist. "Shh, it's okay, I got you." His voice is quite steady now, like he is no longer crying or angry. It soothes me, makes me feel safer. My breathing calms down and I am no longer sporadically gasping for air. Only sniffling and the occasional whimper is audible. C/n then takes a breath like he had been holding it the whole time.

"You ok?" Genuine concern in his tone of voice, which warms my heart up for the first time in months. I find myself burying my face into his chest. This is the most physical contact I've had since the incident. And I am especially surprised that this is happening with C/n. He lets his grip on me tighten and we sit like this for a long time.

"Y/n." C/n finally speaks, "I have to know." I pull away, wishing I didn't know what 'know' means, though I'm quite positive I do. We never brought it up ever since the day it happened. Now, bringing it all up like this, it brings back terrible memories. I fear that he'll definitely leave me once he knows everything.

I sigh, finally looking up at his beautiful E/c eyes, cheeks are stained by tears and my heart aches at the sight.

How did we end up here?