his blood - timothée chalamet [18+]

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today was the day of packing, i was informed i needed to meet by the basement, where i had to package things such as food supplies.

once i reached the bottom of the steps, there was an airy feeling, timothée said he would meet me in a few minutes once he was done.

i began to fill the boxes with items we needed, stacking them so that the others would take them up later.

but a footstep approached from beside me, i turn around and there he was. i freeze, "archer..."

he found me again. i wasn't able to escape him—till i was finally dead.

and in this moment, he has a gun to my head, forcing me to beg for forgiveness.

i closed my eyes the entire time, repeating my sorry-ness, begging him to stop, but the more i said sorry the more i felt the gun be pushed closer to my head.

"archer please just stop," at this point i'm not even looking at him, i was too scared to—i kept flinching, not know when the trigger was going to be pulled.

"why should i? would life go back to normal if i stopped! no! i already put my self in this situation lacy! and you're the fucking cause it!" he shouts at him, scaring me even more.

i'm crying, trying to catch my breath. i can't even think, i can't fight back. my chest gets tight, I'm shaking heavily from my hands to my legs, pleading for him to stop.

"you owe me," he says in a whisper, i'm on the ground, he pulls one of my legs, trying to undo my pants.

"stop," i kept saying over and over again—but my words were invisible to him.

his gun trace my thighs, he's moving closely to my neck, smelling me. he's about to rape me, i still have parts of my pants on, but my underwear is showing now. his hand is moving under my shirt—wondering his hands to my chest and stomach.

i must've stopped breathing for a second, i felt paralyzed. and in those seconds i can feel him stop, i opened my eyes, crawling back, behind the wall.

timothée has a gun to his head, causing archer to stand still, "get up," he says. archer drops the gun, his hands are up now,

"never in your fucking life do some shit like that again," timothée whispered, pushing the gun to his head.
"you got a mother?"

archer is shaking, "y-yes,"

"a sister?"

"yes,"

"say sir," timothée says, digging the gun deeper to his head.

"yes sir!" archer looked as if he was going to cry.

"you wouldn't want a man to do that to the girls in your family. so why the fuck did you try to do that to my girl?" timothée shouts, he's tempered.

"i'm sorry!" archer bursts.

"you're not sorry. walk, fucking walk now," he says completely relaxed.

archer walks into a closet and then timothée shoots four time.
the first shot archer begged him to stop but then his voice faded and he was gone.

i flinched each time. timothée was emotionless at first, but then he saw me and broke. "lacy," he sits on the cold ground beside me.

"i'm okay," i nod slowly but my head felt so dizzy, i felt like a billet did go through it. at first.

"he's not going to hurt you anymore," he says, i rush into the hug him, crying in his chest while he cradled me, back and forth.
"i promise lacy," he says, resting his head on my back, i can feel the wetness of his tears fall from my spine.

timothée loaded everything in the car, i didn't do any of my tasks today, he did all of it. i followed behind him, following him all day. i couldn't say away.

maybe i understood why belle did that— why she stood behind her father.
i felt safer with him, the safest i've ever felt in a time so scary.
i needed armor.

"i'm going to need you to be brave," timothée sits in the back sir with me as clyde drove.

i nod, i kept nodding. "no," i say.

"lacy nothing gonna hurt you,"

a teat streams down my face, i was still traumatized. "i don't know if i can believe you timothée,"

he sticks his pinky out, "shake on it. pinky swear,"he says.

i shook on it.

"i never make promises either, so this means a lot lace,"

what he said seemed bittersweet to me—he didn't want me to hide, he wanted me to care for myself, cause there will be a time where we are apart and i can't rely on him.

i can't use his help for everything i do.
he wants me to be strong.
but i can't be that.
i feel the world burning me, i am not fire proof.

he noticed my quietness, my stillness, "you and me, we have to get through this—but i need you to come back, lacy,"
"i can't let you fall behind, because if you do—i'll fall back with you,"
he exhaled, "and i'm not doing this without you,"

"you aren't doing this alone timothée,"

he smiled a little, "okay," he nod, "okay," he repeated feeling reassured, he kisses the top of my forehead, "you are a fighter, you endorsed too much pain not to be," he whispered with his lips against my head, "now use it,"

he was right.

from archer to this, i couldn't allow myself to get hurt, not anymore.

i had to have some sort of control.