Forbidden Love

I Need You

TW: Abusive parents, drug use

Your POV:
I slowly got out of Diane's car and followed her to the front door. Once inside I smiled at the coziness of her home. It wasn't huge, but it was warm, and made me feel safe. I stood awkwardly in the entryway. Diane turned around and laughed, "You don't have to stand there like a dork. Come sit down so I can fix up that gorgeous face of yours." I blushed lightly at her comment and made my way to the couch. I sat down and she left the room. When she came back she had a few things. She kneeled in front of me and put some rubbing alcohol on a piece of cloth, "Okay this is going to hurt a bit." She said and I nodded. She dabbed the cloth on my forehead and I winced. She pulled her hand back and I opened my eyes, "I'm sorry." She said and seemed genuinely upset that she had hurt me. I smiled, "It's fine. You can finish cleaning it. I'll try not to be a pussy." I said with a chuckle. She laughed a little too and continued. The cut must have been deep because it stung like a bitch. She pressed particularly hard at one point and I grabbed her knee out of instinct. When I opened my eyes she was smiling, so I didn't move my hand. She finished cleaning the cut and the blood off of my cheek and she stood up, "Is there anything else anywhere?" She asked and I hesitated to tell her about the stabbing pain in my side. I could barely breathe or move at this point from the pain. I looked down, "My si- side hurts pret- pretty bad." I said stuttering from my nervousness. She kneeled again and grabbed my hands gently, "It's okay, just let me take a look and I'll do whatever I can to ease the pain." She said with a small smile. I nodded and slowly pulled up my shirt. She seemed to look over every inch of skin showing before her eyes met the huge bruise forming over my ribs. Her eyes widened and she felt around with her fingers a little bit, causing me to wince and hiss in pain. She pulled her fingers away and sighed, "It feels like you broke a few ribs. Now Y/n,  I know this wasn't from a fall. What did this, or who?" She asked and I sighed, "My dad." I whispered. An angry face replaced the warm comforting one that Diane usually had. I looked at her and backed away a little. I couldn't stop the thoughts in my head saying she was going to hurt me. I backed away more and when she stood up my arms shot up to block my face. I sat there, shaking like a helpless little dog. I didn't know any better. She sighed and sat down next to me, "Oh poor baby. Does he hurt you a lot?" She asked and I looked away, slowly bringing my hands away from my face. I simply nodded 'yes' and she shook her head in disbelief, "Your mother wasn't this kind of person. Did this stuff happen while she was alive?" She asked and I closed my eyes for a moment, "No. When she died my dad started drinking and then he started blaming me for my moms death. Eventually he started hitting me." I said hoping she believed me. She nodded slowly and then stretched her arms out, "Come here." She said and I very slowly crawled into her arms. She immediately wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me tight, "I will never hurt you." She said and I felt safe in her warm and comforting embrace. As she held me I began to cry. Tears soaked her beige sweater. She lifted my head when she realized and tears welled in her eyes as well, "Talk to me." She said quietly and I looked away. I didn't know if I was ready to talk. What if I can't stop? What if she realizes how damaged I am and leaves me? What if it's too much for her? My thoughts were getting loud and I wasn't sure what to do. I sat up a little, "He hates me. He hates that my mom didn't love him enough to stay. He hates that I'm hurt, and he hates that I grieve. He hates all of it." I said, stopping to take a breath, "He fucking hates me. What am I supposed to do with that? How am I supposed to live with a man who despises me? How the hell am I supposed to be happy when my mother shot herself and my father hates me?!" I said getting louder. Diane tilted her head slightly as more tears ran down her face. I stood up and began pacing around her living room, "How the hell am I supposed to live with that? How do I live with the constant reminder that I'm a problem?" I said putting my hands on my head. Diane stood up and walked over to me. She grabbed both of my hands and held them tight in hers, "You don't have to. You can stay here. I will take care of you and provide for you." She said and I sighed. I didn't want to put this on her. I turned away from her and picked up my phone from her couch, "I can't put that on you." I said quietly and she shook her head, "You aren't putting anything on me. I want to do this for you. Why won't you let me?" She asked and I closed my eyes to try and ease the pounding in my temple, "I'm a mess. No one should have to take care of me. I'm too much for any normal person." I said making my way to the door. I stopped before I opened the door and thought about what I was doing. I felt Diane's hand on my shoulder, "You don't have to do this Y/n." She said quietly. I shook my head, "Yes I do. You don't deserve this. You don't need this." I said and she sighed. As I opened the door I gasped as I felt a prick in my neck, "You're wrong. We do need this. I need you."