New York's Angel

Part 19 - The Past

Mentions of sexual harassment, abuse and sever depression. Basically, this episode is maybe not so pretty. But it has to be done. :(

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You woke up a lot earlier than usual. You had decided to leave Sebastian peacefully sleeping as you padded along the wood floors to your kitchenette where you made yourself a hot chocolate. You had always drunk this when you were little. It had become a comfort of yours.

Although this particular morning, it had triggered something inside you, a bad gut feeling at reliving the memories of your past that led you to running away.

You sat down on your small, teal couch, looking out the window onto the lively city. It never slept.

Tears crept up on you as you sat there. It felt like hours before you were taken out of your frozen, fragile state.

His feet padded the floor until his arms reached to your shoulders and he pressed a kiss to your hair. "Good morning, my darling. I was worried when I woke up and you weren't next to me."

Your hands swiped across your puffy, reddened face in an attempt to swipe away the tears that stained your cheeks. "Oh, um yeah I woke up early and um.. I - I got this gut feeling." Your words came out in barely a whisper and before you could process it, Sebastian was crouched down at you feet forcing you to look at him through your lashes.

"Do you.. want to talk about it? I understand that these are sensitive topics for you. But could it be memories from your past?" He was basically reading your mind. It was like he knew everything you were feeling and he has all the right answers.

You nodded you head slowly, looking up at him through your lashes. "I guess I should start at the beginning of it then.."

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It was your 5 year reunion for the Oxford school of Drama, where you met him. He had been a plus one to this guy in your dance class. He was so sweet when you first met him, he was always making sure you were ok, apologising for speaking over you and always offering to be of service.

His name was Jax.

It was only when you had been in a relationship with him for just over a year when he started with his temper. He would get back from a day at work and drink a bottle of whiskey followed by hitting you after you had tried to stand up to him.

One night after he had met your parents at a family dinner. He had left afterwards to go to a club without you, leaving you at your shared apartment. He had come home extremely drunk and extremely angry.

He hadn't said a word to you all night.

"Where were you, Jax? I've been calling you constantly, why couldn't you just do this one thing without getting drun-"

"Shut up you whore!" He had completely shut out what you were saying as he loomed over you, anger filling him.

"Take off your clothes, bitch." His voice was stern, frightening and unforgiving.

"W-What?"

He gritted his teeth, "I said. Take. Your. Clothes. Off."

He pushed you on the bed and began to undress himself, you found no love or happiness in his eyes, only pure spite.

"Now be quiet, slut or I'll gut you." And with that you froze. He used this all to his advantage. You were like a rag doll under his touch. And he loved the power he held, no matter which way he held it.

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"Oh my god! That son of a bitch how could he do that to such a perfect, kind woman like you?" Tears threatened his eyes as more stained your face.

"That's not the worst of it. W- Wait till you hear what my parents did to help..."

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"You know you'll never get anyway with this Y/n!" Your father yelled from the kitchen as you began packing your bags.

"You're what?! Almost 20 years old! You've been trying to make it for 7 years and still nothing! You're rubbish at it, that's what that should tell you!"

"Just you wait... The only reason I never made it was because of my location. And you and mum never ever helped with anything!" Your voice bellowed the hall as you gingerly stole some spare cash.

Your father walked up to you and gripped your wrist. "What. Are. You. Doing!" His grip lifted your shirt just enough for him to see the visible bruises and markings from Jax.

"Is this what he does to you? That Jax?!"

"Dad p-please I-I can explain!" You tried your best to plead with him but nothing ever worked.

"You can't even defend yourself against that twig?! No wonder you ended up being abused. I mean look at you, you can't do one thing to save yourself!" He scoffed.

"Well here's something new dad, I'm leaving. Tell mum I said fuck you because I promise to never ever come back here again. There. I'm saving myself now." Tears pricked your eyes as you got your bags up, ready to leave.

"But where will you stay? You have nothing without us remember!"

"Don will help me. He lives in New York. He's always cared more than you, even when we were only fucking pen pals! Shows how much you guys care for me! I'm going now, I need to call him to pick me up." And with that you had walked away from everything.

You left Jax absolutely nothing, you left your parents a fuck you. You left your friends, who were you kidding? The only friend you had then was Don, but you knew that he would find a way.

And so he did.

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"Wow, baby I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I guess I'm lucky I don't have to go through the stress of meeting your parents then? Huh." His nervous laughter echoed the room, as your bloodshot eyes shut him and his joke down.

"Don't worry about any of this, doll. You've got me now and I promise on everything that I have and know, that I will never ever let that happen to you ever again." And with that he lifted you to your hug and into his embrace.

You stood there for a while, until you had collected yourself.

"Thank you." You whispered, "For everything."

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A/N:

Just so you guys don't get confused the italics are the memories and kind of the summaries of what Y/n tells Sebastian about her mysterious past. I hope yall enjoyed this part. Some spicy ones are coming up later I promise, just need to lead up to an event.

I'll try and post tomorrow. :)