Stay Away (S.R. x reader)

Chapter 3

Knee Socks - Arctic Monkeys

TW Sexual Assault

All-day. That's how long I spent thinking about Spencer Reid.

In the meeting, during the paperwork, it was weird.

When the day finally ended I would have to walk home and how I hated the walk home, it was always dark and there were all these weirdos around. 

When the sun dipped down, I was forced to brave out the dark so I clutched my bag and sped up.

Once again, when I arrived there was someone standing in the hallway except this time it wasn't Spencer. A man was hunched over smoking a cigarette, a tattoo coiled around his neck and his hair was slightly grey. There was something very off about him.

'Sorry, sir just need to get past.' I spoke but it came out so quietly.

The man turned around, he had blood streaming from a clearly broken nose and his teeth were all crooked and rotten. He smiled, it made me shiver.

'Pretty girl like you shouldn't be walking alone.' He spoke and he reached his hand forward to touch my hair but I slapped it away. My stomach tightened at his voice.

'Just let me through.' I darted my eyes away from his face, fearing my own facial expressions would give away my fear.

'No. I don't think I will.' He then grabbed me, I was unable to move so I screamed but his dirty hand clamped over my mouth.

'Get the fuck off of her.' I heard a voice say.

'Give me and the little lady some privacy.' The man said, chuckling, I could feel his hands on my mouth and I breathed in his horrid stench, gagging on it. I closed my eyes, hoping to wake up from such a nightmare.

'I said get the fuck off of her.' Suddenly, there was a loud thud and the man fell to the floor.

Spencer stood before me, his fist ready as if he would punch someone again.

'Get behind me.' He spoke so powerfully, for some reason I listened and stood behind him as the man stood up.

'I don't want any trouble.' The man said, he looked on the verge of tears.

'I'm sure you don't which is why I won't see your face around here.' Spencer spat, I could see his back muscles tightening through his shirt as if he was ready to protect.

With that, the man ran off into the night.

Spencer sighed, 'I'm sorry you had to see that y/n. You should really be more careful.'

I was quite shaken up, 'Yeah... I will thanks.'

'Are you gonna be okay?' He looked deep into my eyes, caringly. It was weird to think this was the same guy with the absurdly loud music.

I nodded and began to walk away, he did too. I was scared to go back to my apartment, I'm pretty sure the lock doesn't even work on my door. What if that horrible man came back when Spencer was asleep. That thought really scared me.

'Wait, Spence.' He stopped in his tracks.

'I haven't been called that name in a long time.' His eyes were now cold and troubled.

'I'm sorry it just kind of came out. B- but I don't wanna be alone right now.'

'Alright... I guess you can come in then.' He kept his head down as he opened the door for me. It was as if he wouldn't dare look at me. Was he scared of me?

His apartment was around the same size as mine except most of the space was taken up by books. 'You a big reader?' I asked picking up one book with a blue cover.

'I guess, you can take one if you want, I've read everyone at least three times.' He said this as if it were the most normal thing in the world. There must have been one hundred books in this room.

'Are you some kind of genius?' My eyes grew wide.

He chuckled, 'People used to call me boy wonder.'

'Why did they stop?'

'Jail.' He looked down at the floor, avoiding my eyes, perhaps scared of what they might say.

'Oh.' In that instance, it seemed the space between us filled up, with awkward silence. A literal elephant in the room.

He took a step closer to me and finally looked down at me. My eyes met his beautiful deep hazelnut eyes. I reached my hand up and brushed a single brown lock of hair out of his eye. He then brushed a piece of hair behind my ear. 'I was put away for something I didn't do, I don't think I have had one person stand beside me.'

'You can always call me.' I comedically winked and we both laughed a little. I was awkward because of how close we were to each other. And I was never awkward around someone. He looked away from me pulling back a bit and I did feel a little stab of sadness in my gut. Then he looked back at me and whispered, 'fuck it.'

That's when his lips came crushing against mine. It was a hard, needy kiss. I don't think I had ever been kissed like that. I brought my hand up to his hair and grabbed it messing it up, something I had not known I had needed to do so badly. He pulled out of the kiss, breathing heavily, and took my hand, leading me to the bed.