Stuck {Marty Mcfly x reader}

Ravine

Trigger warning! Near death experience, a lot of cursing (words like slut, skank, whore and alike) and suicidal thoughts.
-Please don't trauma dump in my comment section, I'm willing to listen in private chat, but please give me a heads up!-

A couple days had passed, I had finished half of the things I had to do. I wasn't completely finished yet, but these are the things I have to do at the train.

In the few days that had passed, I learned that even though I don't like Clara, I'll have to like her. I'd hate to break my dad's heart by saying I hate his girlfriend, so I tried to warm up to her. I had also spoken to Catherine again, she was the one who had advised me to warm up to Clara for my dad's sake.

"Y/n?" My dad started, I put on my blouse thing and walked towards the living room. I was once again wearing an uncomfortable dress.
"Yes?" I sat down at the table and took my hair curlers out of my hair. Of course, one got stuck in my hair. "FOR FUCKS SAKE!" I dropped my head on the table as Clara walked towards me.

"Come on, let me help you." Clara lifted my head carefully, before she started to unwrap the curler. "Well, continue, Emmett, go on." She handed me the roller and continued taking the other ones out.
"Right." He sat down next to me and grabbed my hand. "Are we sure we wanna go to 2015 again? I mean-"

"Yes dad, we are! Don't you trust my plan? Don't you trust me?" I frowned as I cut him off. He didn't say anything. "I guess you don't." My hands dropped to my lap, where they fiddled with my dress. He stammered a bit, not knowing what to say.
"I-I.. Well... But- When you were 11-" I cut him off again.
"Dad, I'm not a child anymore. This isn't like the time where I accidentally electrocuted Sarah or when I accidentally blew up our living room!" I stood up and felt Clara step away. "This isn't like any of that, dad! You can't compare a 11-year old's actions with the ones of a 17-year old's!" I sighed deeply, trying to calm myself down. "Why can't you trust me?" I felt tears prick in my eyes. "I just wanna see my best friend again, my boyfriend, my partner in crime... Don't you understand that? I thought this through. I did. And you still don't trust me." I stomped past them outside and pulled the last curler out of my hair. It fell to the ground and broke.

I walked towards the train station, I was determined to finish most of the train today. I was determined to go home this week. I was determined to smother Marty in kisses when I saw him again. To hold him, to kiss him, to care for him and to be with him.

I had been working on the train for a few hours now, I was almost finished with the fuel room. Which meant that I had to connect everything after that.

As I was laying next to the the train, catching my breath from all the work I'd been doing, a horse ran past. I didn't think much of it, till it's rider threw a rope towards my leg and caught me. They started pulling on it, while the horse started to run towards the edge.

Screams escaped my lips, screams for help, screams out of fear. No one heard, considering it was the middle of nowhere.

I looked up at my leg and tried to reach it to loosen the rope, but it was no use. The horse had too much speed for me to properly sit up to loosen the rope.

"Oh, c'mon, doll." I heard the rider say. Tannen. We were nearing the edge and I knew he was planning on throwing me off of the ravine. "You don't want to be thrown in, do you?" He asked me calmly.
"Let go of me, Buford!" I screamed in panic. "Let me go!" Tears ran down my face.
"No, not yet. I'll give you two options." I could hear him smirk. "We could make this the Jules Brown ravine or you could become my personal whore?" He started slowing down. "Your choice."

"I-I don't want either of those..." I tried to grab a stone, but it only cut my hand.
"You'll have to make a choice, doll." We were now nearing the ravine and he threw my over. "If you don't make a choice within 30 seconds," he grabbed a picket knife, "I'll make this the Jules Brown ravine." My breath hitched and got stuck in my throat as I hang upside down the ravine.

My thoughts were everywhere and they were all just shattered pieces of sentences.

Should I just say no and die?

Dying would solve all my problems tho...

I could pull Bufford with me into the ravine...

I don't wanna lose Marty...

I can't just cheat on Marty like that... But I don't wanna die either. What Marty doesn't know, won't hurt him, right?

"10 seconds, doll... Times ticking!" He grinned as he started counting down.

Cheater!

You cheater!

I can't believe you're cheating on Marty.

"Fine! I'll be- I'll be your personal slut..." I whimpered. "Please- Please just don't kill me..."

It's only for a few days...

"That's what I thought, you skank." He pulled me up and set me down on the ground.