kill for you - b.b

15.

TRIGGERING CHAPTER AHEAD - IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY SEXUAL ASSAULT AND DOMESTIC/PHYSICAL ABUSE, SKIP THE CHAPTER. YOU WONT MISS ANYTHING.

Bucky had apologised for his behaviour last week, bringing her to his room to apologise. But not in the usual way they would, with his head between her legs, he wanted to have a genuine conversation with her.

"Why didn't you tell me about him sooner?" Bucky questioned, holding her hand tightly. Nellie was sat on the side of the bed, Bucky rummaging through his drawers for some of her loungewear she'd left previously.

"I never wanted to talk or think about him again," she spoke softly, still shaken up from the events of today, "he did terrible things to me, he made me suffer." He wanted to know more, but he didn't want to push. At all. "I don't mind talking about it now, because I have you."

"You'll always have me, doll." He consoled, sitting beside her and helping her out of her work attire. He waited for her to speak, giving her all the time she needed to think about it.

"When we first met, in the club," she began, her breathing uneven just thinking about the memories, "I covered my arms a lot. I wore a lot of makeup, my dress wasn't revealing in the slightest. Which always makes me wonder how you found me attractive, in the first place." She chuckled.

"You're more than your body, Princess."

"I had bruises, cuts, everywhere on my body. All from him." His body tensed at the thought of another man hurting her, or her being hurt at all.

"It started a few months into my relationship with him. I refused to have sex with him, I refused to do anything sexual; because I wasn't ready. And he hated that. He wanted my body, that was it." By now, Nellie was crying as Bucky held her. He could see how strong she was, because she kept continuing on.

"He cheated on me multiple times, as I wouldn't have sex with him. He'd find sex elsewhere, but was still enraged over the fact I wouldn't give him my body. My virginity." She shivered at his words in her head. "He'd slap me, punch me, throw me around the apartment. I guess he wanted some sort of control over me. I tried to leave, and he yanked me by my hair back into the apartment. At nights when we were in bed together, he would touch me and I could do nothing about it. Luckily, Nova and Elsie had spotted a bruise and called the police. I owe my life to them both. They saved me, and helped me get over him."

Bucky was glad she had the friends she did. Or else he wouldn't have his Nellie. "What did he want with you today?"

"I guess he was mad at me for putting him in jail for a year. And anger management therapy." She responded. "Thank you for coming as quickly as you did, I don't know what would've happened if you didn't."

"I don't want to think about what could've happened." He whispered into her hair as he held her tightly. "I'm just glad you're okay." Nellie loved when Bucky was romantic and compassionate like he was now. She forgot for a second that he was a mob boss, a criminal, a bad man.

"What's going to happen to Diego?" She wondered curiously, looking up at him.

"He'll be taken care of, don't you worry your pretty little head about it." Bucky replied, leading her to the bathroom. He started the water in the tub, sitting her on the side of it and kissing her forehead.

"I'm going to the store for a few things, promise me you won't leave this bathroom until I get back?" He needed nothing more than a yes, it was imperative she complied with him. Even if she did say yes, he'd still have Steve and Sam to guard the house.

She nodded, standing to kiss him on the cheek. Which was about as far as she could reach on her tip toes. "I love you, honey."

"I love you all the more, doll."