BENNY WATTS IMAGINES- The Queen's Gambit

A hug was all I needed...

Warning: ⚠️⚠️This part contains self harm, strong language and angst. Do not read it if you are easily triggered⚠️⚠️

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Two years ago:

They called me the useless one, all of them. Teasing and picking on me every time I passed by their side. Not even once did they shut up. It was easy, I was their easiest bait because I could never stand up against them.

Not when people said that chess was for men.

Who made these stereotypes? Why do men get to decide what women like us should do?

And I'm so sick of hearing it all the time.

'Did you suck his dick to win the championship, y/l/n?'

'I bet he banged her the night before!'

'Women like her aren't capable to become the US champions, she just got laid with the manager to get her position.'

'Back off y/n, you women belong in the houses. All you have to do is cook, clean, take care of the children and be available for your man to fuck you every night!'

Can they just not understand that chess is my life and I'm more capable than them?

All they can do is pull me down because I'm a woman.

Men and their egos.

So just like everyday when I passed from their side after winning yet another tournament, one of them grabbed my wrist and I winced in pain due to the cuts on them.

Yes, I cut myself.

It pushes their accusing words out of my mind...

'What to you want?' I spat as my eyes scanned the group of those egoistic men, spotting Benny Watts, my co- US champion.

He was sitting on the main couch with his feet on the table, previously talking to these men surrounding him like guard dogs. But now, he couldn't even look me in the eye.

Why?

Was he ashamed of these men who over the years had forgotten to respect women?

'How many times will you speak like that and we would have to show you where you belong?' the man said.

'Stop it and who are you? I don't even know your name.' I said furiously.

'She belongs on her knees, sucking our dicks like the little whore she is.' said another man who I recognised to be D.L. Townes.

At his nasty comment, I tugged at my arm in an attempt to get out of the grip of the other man.

'Let me go!' I said firmly.

'You guys are seriously doing this? You heard her, let her go.' I heard Benny saying sternly to the man holding me.

'I'm not a whore you fucker!' I hissed and clutching my arm, I ran to the ladies bathroom.

Shutting myself in the bathroom, I took out the sharpest blade from my bag and glanced at my cheeks that were now tear- stained.

A faint voice in my head spoke softly, compelling me to get over my miserable state.

Do it.

It will make the pain go away...

So I wiped my tears away aggressively and rolled up my long sleeves to reveal the dark marks that had started to heal. Slowly and deeply, I dragged the blade across my wrist to slice open my skin again. It burned like hellfire but I couldn't care less, it made the pain go away.