"Oh prescott."

two.

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Notes: this does contain talk of abusive so please skip if you can't handle it. But enjoy this hurt & comfort chapter <3
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You looked back and saw Natalie, bloodshot and puffy eyes, dark eye bags, and messy hair. She wore a blue cardigan, no regular red jacket, you liked the look with the cardigan. But, she looked like hell. Dana linked her arm with mine "What do you need?" She asked sternly, she sighed softly and her breath was shaking like she was close to crying "I-I need to talk to y/n" she said while looking at you, her voice was quiet, eyes moving to Dana but always making its way back to you. It's like if Natalie even blinked or looked away you'd disappear, the thought of that makes you shift slightly. "Alone..." she added, Dana raised an eyebrow at her "like hell I'm going to let you do that! Get the hell out of here Natalie, you've done enough" I looked at her, she knows what she did. She noticed your hand on your ribs, your heavy breathing and soft tone of voice. She saw you were exhausted and in pain, looks like it wasn't just you who was hurting...God she felt like she was going to puke, she hates herself for ever doing anything like that to you. "Oh prescott..." You said before turning with Dana and walking away with her rubbing your back making sure you were okay. Once you got into your dorm room you took a small nap considering it was only 3, it took you a little bit but soon had fallen asleep. You had a nightmare about Natalie, but in the nightmare she beat you until you could barely walk, you were crying and screaming at her but she didn't do anything...would she do that to you? Was that a sort of vision? You woke up, sweating and breathing heavily, you shook your head a little before standing up. You took a drink of water from the cup on your nightstand, rubbed your eyes softly and sighed.

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You decided to shower so you grabbed your shower supplies, you smiled as you walked into the shower area, then put your stuff down. Your shower was somewhat quick but you savored every second of the warm water against your skin, it felt amazing, feeling yourself destress. You finished rinsing your body, wrapping yourself up in your green towel. Fun fact; your mom bought you that towel set when you first moved to the dorms, along with some cute paintings and even a plant. You adores the presents from her dearly. You looked at your cheek in the mirror, the swelling went down but it was a light shade of purple, then moved your towel to the side to look at the badly bruised ribs. "Hurts like a bitch" you sighed and walked out of the bathroom to your room, that's when you stopped. "Prescott?" You mumbled, as you saw her hesitating to knock on your door, you gripped your towel tightly with your clothes and everything else in your hand and walked up to your door ignoring her as you had walked into your door, you were about to close the door when her foot stopped it. "Y/n, please, it's important." She spoke softly, you sighed "well I need to change, so try not to get caught while I do." You said to him and she nodded, you closed your door and tossed an oversized shirt on and some sweatpants. You opened the door to let Natalie in, she stood right at the door, eyes scanning over your room. A sigh left her chest before clearing her throat, "I-I never should have gotten so fucking angry, I shouldn't have taken it out on you, you didn't-" she sniffled before sliding down your door, her back pressed against the door "you didn't deserve that..." her voice shook, tears fall from her soft blue eyes, she hugged his knees "prescott, you brought this upon yourself, you're the one who loses her shit...and you hit me! I could handle the wrist grab and the choking...but you hit me and kicked me so fucking hard I thought I was going to die!..." you inhaled softly "So why the fuck are you here crying to me? Why not bitchtoria? She can handle your breakdowns better than me! Because what the hell can I do Prescott? I'm not some magical witch..." you leaned against your desk, hoping she doesn't notice how hard you're holding yourself up "I went off on you because I- my dad has been an asshole, always has been and he told me something...I wanted to just take my anger out-" her sobs got louder as she hid her face in her lap, fingers tangled in her dirty blonde hair "I'm so sorry, it shouldn't have been you...you didn't need that! I-I'm so fucking stupid...so stupid..." She exhaled heavily, you sighed as hot tears fell from your eyes, you did your best to wipe them away. You sat on your bed "Oh prescott, I can't believe you..." she raised her head "I-I'm so so sorry, I-I'll do anything to make it up to you..." she whispered. Then, it hit you. It's late at night, I wanna say almost midnight. She's here now, is she drunk? Is that why she came so late? "Why aren't you crying to bitchtoria?" You asked, again, in a snarky tone "I-I don't know..." "Well are you drunk?" Natalie hesitated to answer "...yeah" she mumbled. You sat there for 10 minutes in silence.

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"Natalie, you don't understand how horrifying and triggering that was when you beat me up..." she looks at you with her puppy dog blue eyes, brightening her entire look "It was the second worst thing to ever happen to me...my dad used to hit me when I was younger. And that fucking bump in with you...I wished so badly you would just leave and not hit me, I hoped you would just leave and forget this ever happening and going back to being Natalie fucking Prescott! Royal bitch and stuck up rich kid...fuck..." you sighed and titled your head back, groaning at the pain from your ribcage, you held your side. "Even if I wanted to get a restraining order that wouldn't work, especially with your dad and I don't want to leave Blackwell, but if that's what it takes to get away then I guess I'll do it." She shot up and walked over to you, hovering over you, making you feel small. You looked away quickly like she was gonna hit you, but she hugged you tightly and cried harder. She mumbled "I'm sorry" over and over to you for an hour as she held you close to herself, she definitely smelt like booze and weed, but as well as a hint of lavender and cigarettes. You sighed as you gently pulled away from the hug, she then backed up and apologized. You stared at her blue sweater, eyes moving to her bare neck, her partial collarbone that showed. Thoughts flickered through your mind, you wanting to cover her neck in hickeys but you pulled yourself out of that pool of thoughts. Not now y/n, not now at all..."You should get back to your dorm...it's late...or you could talk to bitchtoria and see if she's awake" you suggested, she laughed softly "I doubt she's awake, that bitch could sleep through a hurricane, plus I'd rather just be here with..." she cleared her throat and scratched the back of her neck, smiling softly "I'll take the couch, you can have the bed-" she cut you off "I can't do that, I've already cried on you and- and hurt you...H-how is your cheek and your um ribs?" She asked abruptly. You looked up at her "just hard bruises" You yawned softly, part of you wanted her to hug you again, but why? You stood up and gave into your thoughts, crying into her shirt begging her to not hit you again, just like you had done with your dad. It crushed you. You felt embarrassed because you're crying into Natalie Prescott and her cardigan, a sweater no one has probably ever seen her wear. Natalie rubbed your back softly which made your melt into her "I-I'll pay for your dry cleaning" you said as she looked at you "shut up" she whispered while laughing a bit.

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Finally you both let go and you had laid down in bed, she was on the couch. "I like your sweater, it's soft..." you smile and here her laugh out a small thanks. The light was off, so you silently stared at her in the dark, like a fuckin creep. "Nat...?" you whispered out to her, earning a small mumble back "c-could you...um- actually nevermind...uh Goodnight." you said sheepishly with a smile and rolled over. You heard some shuffling and ignored it until you felt your bed dip "move over fuckface" she said softly, her voice sounded exhausted. You felt bad...you moved against the wall. You sighed and pressed your nose against her back, curling up in a ball, taking such little space. You sighed once more, you started overthinking. Drunk and high Natalie Prescott in your bed laying with you, you hugged her, you talked, you cried, then she cried. But why did she come over? She could have waited until some other day but she chose the day after...Why? She could have just ignored me. And when I brought up leaving Blackwell she seemed sad, why? Was it because of me? I highly doubt that. She turned over to face you, noses brushing against each other, she gently smiled at you and reached her hand out slowly to touch your left cheek and wipe away a few tears that fell "I am genuinely so sorry y/n, you don't have to see me after tonight I promise." She whispers, I grab her hand and look at her "Natalie I don't know what to do..." I wanted you to tell her how she should stay here, your lip quivered, he rubbed your cheek with her thumb. "It'll be okay, I promise-" her smile was soft but you felt your heart tug from it, "you can't promise that..." you said, she leans in and kisses your nose gently. Natalie intertwines your fingers together, then yawns quietly "of course I can, I'm Natalie fuckin Prescott, I'd do anything for you..." she said that last part so so quietly you barely heard it, but you did. And, it made your stomach have fluttering butterflies all around. An explosion of the fuzziest feeling you have ever felt inside you, it felt so good. Your brain felt as if it melted and you wanted to swim in the feeling of being so vulnerable and open with her, those cold feelings exposed into the open like that, you liked that. Despite being scared of it, you wanted it as well. You wanted her and yourself to have that sort of openness, you wanted Natalie to be okay and comfortable with being so open with you. You really hoped you could get her to open up more, it's good for her to not bottle everything up and be a time bomb.