Let's Get This Straight (DannyPhantom.exe FF) 21+

Not Exclusive (pt 2)

Y/n's POV
I look for that girl. Where could she be?

I hear something.
Like a muffled voice.
A giggle.

No way in hell.

I follow the sound until I come to the old break room. We used to use it but corporate decided we needed a new one since we couldn't set up security cameras down here. Now people just use it to do drug and have sex.

I stay behind the door way so they can't see me, and listen.

"Damn," a girl says, "whoever made all these marks must have been wild."

"I guess you could say that."

Danny?

"Do you not like them?"

"Huh?"

"The way you said that. You just seemed upset."

"It's just.....," his voice trails off.

Does he really hate me?
Of course he does, I treat him like shit.
But why does it hurt?

"Well," I can hear the seductive smirk in her words, "why don't I erase the bitch that gave you those from your head, and give you some of my own?"

I grit my teeth.

I don't know why, but I barge into the room and push her away from him. She falls on her ass with a yelp.

"Who the fuck are you?!" She yells with narrowed brows.

I get close to her, grabbing her by her shirt so she can't get away.

"The bitch that gave him those," I say lowly, venomisly.

Her eyes widen as she tried to look at Danny for help. Guess she saw she wasn't going to get any because she looks back at me.

"Don't ever even think about touching him again," I hiss and push her again, "get out."

She scrambles to her feet and quickly leaves the way she came. I turn my attention to Danny.

His shirt is off and his eyes carry a mix of anger and fear.

"What the hell was that for?" He spits.

I almost laugh.

"Really?" I tilt my head a bit, "What the fuck were you doing with her?"

"I dunno," he shrugs sarcastically, "old break room, no cameras, you connect the dots."

"Why?"

I keep my voice harsh but I feel like I've been stabbed in the gut.

"So now you're the only one allowed to have a distraction?"

I look away from him.

I guess he really does hate me that much.

"Why would you ever think that it would be okay?" I ask still not looking at him.

"Why wouldn't it?" He asks, bitterness coating his words, "I'm just a distraction for you, remember? We're not exclusive."

I snap my head back to him.

"I don't fucking care!"
Why am I yelling?
"You are mine! I don't want anyone else to touch you and I don't want you to touch anyone else!"

"What the fuck?!?!"

"We have a deal!!!"

"I thought we did, too!!" He quickly walks over and lifts my shirt, revealing my bandages.

I push his hands away.
We're now face to face. I can feel the heat of his skin against mine.

"God, woman!! You are so toxic!!" He shouts in my face, "The moment I think I can't become more addicted to you, you do something else!!"

He looks for more word.
"Shit like this for example!"

Something inside me warms.
"You're addicted to me?"

"Don't you dare look at me like that."

He turns his back to me.

"Why is it because my 'toxicity' is even more addictive to you?" I try to act cocky.

He turns back to me and gets very close.

"No," he says sternly, "Because every time you do I fall even harder for you."

Hus eyes glance down at my lips before coming back to my eyes.

I'm stunned.
Did he just?

"... Danny.... I-"

I'm at a loss for words. I have no comeback or even a sentiment to say back to him.
I have nothing.

"Forget it."

He turns away again and leaves, grabbing his shirt and putting it on along the way.

I'm left feeling stupid and hurt.

What is wrong with me?
This hurts so much more than I've ever felt before.

My back finds the wall and I slide down, not sure what else to do.

Why do his words hurt so much?
But at the same time, I want to here them again.
All of them.
Even the parts that felt like knives.

I feel the tear trickle down my cheek. Followed by another. And another. And another.

I sob quietly.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?"

Danny's POV
I walk down the hall, back towards the course.

I can hear something.
I stop and listen.

Crying?

I look back down the hall.
It's coming from the break room.

Should I go back?

No, she can see what it feels like to be hurt like this for once.

I continue on my way.

I get back to my station. Sarah has left with the boys and we don't have anyone here right now, so I sit on one of the stools. I rest my elbow on my knees and put my face in my hands.

Why did saying those words hurt me, too?

I groan as I get back to my feet and begin to walk back down that hallway.

What am I doing?

I make it back to the break room and walk right in. Y/n is standing in the middle of it, her back to me.

The wooden chairs and table that had been here previously now lay in pieces scattered across the floor. There are holes in the drywall the old filing cabinet is on its side.

She wreaked the place.

I stare at her as she runs her hands through her hair, her knuckles bloodied.

I carefully walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

Her end of the deal was that she would control her anger and stop hurting herself on purpose.

My end was that I would help her do that but making her feel cared for and distract her from everything that makes her want to lash out and self harm.

I'm doing a shitty job on my end.

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So that's that chapter finished. In total it came to 1727 words. Im proud of myself ngl. Anyway, I hope you enjoys reading this part my little nasties!!💜💜💜