G/T One Shots

𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕖

Words: 2274

Hurt/Comfort, Fluff TW: Mention of Rape (it doesn't happen)

Published: 28/06/2021

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I hid behind the bottles of wine hearing the sound of keys turning in the lock of the door.

Lizzie had come home earlier than usual from her date. I have been living there long enough to understand a lot of things. Lizzie had met a boy, Marcus, and she'd been dating him for a while. They went out every Friday, the day they were both free from work and university, and came back very late.

That was why I was taken off guard when she got back several hours before. Luckily, I was on the high shelf where the bottles of wine were kept and I just hoped they didn't want to celebrate with one of those.

I watched the two enter the room and kiss passionately. I wrinkled my nose in disgust, I had never liked that human: all the times he had come here, he had acted like a real asshole. I even heard him once talking to another girl while Lizzie was in the bathroom.

Marcus made Lizzie lean against the kitchen counter, continuing to kiss her. I was trying to search for a way out in the meantime.

"M-Marcus" I heard the girl stammer, as the boy bit her neck and began to unbutton her shirt.

"I-I'm not ready yet..." Lizzie said, her face was redder than I ever saw it. Marcus grunted, like some kind of animal, blocking the wrists of the girl who began to yelp.

"I'm tired of waiting, we'll do it. I am sure you will change your mind" the boy said coldly and I immediately widened my eyes.

He was going to rape her, I couldn't let him do that. Of course, Lizzie didn't know me, she didn't know I existed. However, I knew her.

When I got bored, I would watch her through the hidden spots in the rooms or listen to her talking. She seemed like a kind girl, and she didn't deserve a guy like that.

I clenched my fists in anger and quickly thought about what to do. I wrapped my handmade grappling hook around the neck of a bottle, tying it tightly. I had to hurry, I had to try this before he could move.

I took a deep breath and pulled the rope with all my strength. When I managed to drop the bottle forward, it fell off the shelf and landed right on the boy's head, causing him to faint and fall to the floor along with the shattering bottle. Lizzie screamed in surprise and her eyes widened. Everything had gone perfectly, as I had thought it would, but I had not imagined what would happen next.

The girl, confused, looked up and met my eyes. Oh no, she had seen me.

I became paralyzed with fear and swallowed hard, my legs weren't responding to the impulses to run away. Lizzie, on her side, was looking at me in silence and shock.

I realized what was happening and that I could have died if I hadn't moved. So, after that first moment of hesitation, I turned to run away.

Unfortunately for me, I slipped and fell backward. I let out a small cry as I got closer and closer to the floor. I was going to die, I will hit the ground and my life will be over. I felt like I was falling in slow motion, looking back on my sad life in solitude. I wish I had lived longer to get to know other borrowers, I wasn't at all happy with the way I lived. Being a borrower sucked when you were alone. But at least, I had saved Lizzie. I had done something useful before dying.

I closed my eyes, but when I felt a sudden cold and a slight pain in my back, followed by a loud noise, I knew that my time had not yet come. I gasped, and I realized too late that that was a big mistake.