Song:
Do you really like me or do you just need a therapist?
Sophia.
The name definitely sounded, and looked cute.
Carmen felt another rough elbow in her side, and a sly whisper in her ear.
"Kiss me or I swear to god, Carmen."
But this Sophia? She was anything but cute behind their public displays.
Carmen drew her in, offering another meaningless kiss.
"Carmen!" She'd shriek and giggle, pushing her away hard enough her head hits the wall behind the booth.
She winced and rubbed at her head.
And it went unnoticed as usual.
Sophia stomped on her foot and she bit her cheek, turning the grimace into a smile.
"Sophia, you torture me." She teased romantically, her teeth grinding together.
She then had the audacity to give that look.
She wanted more. Not enough,
You're not enough.
"I don't deserve you."
She giggled again. Carmen's ears were fucking bleeding.
Her friends laughed along, offering praises and doing a phenomenal job at making the former-thief feel like shit.
"You could do so much better, Sophia."
"Honestly, you should be grateful, Carmen; there's no one out there like Soph."
What a great fucking world that would be.
Carmen fake smiled again, her mouth feeling like it would fall off and bleed black like the ghoulish music she was into.
That was when she locked eyes with the one and only.
Julia Argent.
She was going to call her over when-
"God, do you know how to be a good girlfriend?" Was whispered in her ear. The drunk abuser kicked her very expensive heeled boot into her kneecap.
She paid for those goddam shoes.
She looked up again to see that Julia had her back turned.
Oh well, she wouldn't wish this group on anyone.
Better her than anyone else, right?
Sophia grabbed her collar, "Ha, red is sooo nott your colour." Carmen made eye contact with Julia, turning back to Sophia just in time to stop herself from getting brain damage.
She released her collar and laughed. Hysterically and psychotically with her other friends.
Carmen was still reeling from shock, feeling overwhelmed and furious as the other girls kept hitting her and making otherwise violating comments.
The club was too loud for anyone to notice anyway.
She was stuck.
Better her tha-
"Oh, Carmen!"
They all glance up to see Argent with a hand on the table. What is she doing???
"Est-ce que ça va? Suivez mes directives."
Translation: Are you okay? Follow my lead.Carmen watched as the drunken girls around her stared wordlessly, waiting for her to translate.
"Uh, Que fais-tu?"
What are you doing?"J'aide, ne t'inquiète pas"
I'm helping, don't worry"So anyways, I need you for this super urgent matter, it can't wait."
Sophia put her glass down sceptically "What can't wait?"
Somehow Julia didn't stutter, didn't hesitate, she only grabbed her wrist and said, "Classified."
Carmen glanced back with mock pity, "Merde, maybe next time, putain."
Shit, maybe next time, (bad word)Just as Sophia had opened her mouth to respond-
"Au revoir!"
***
"She sure was something." Carmen choked on a laugh, "yea," she said breathlessly.Then Julia's demeanour changed. Pity.
The worst emotion.
"Ca-," "I'm fine."
She didn't say anything more, but Julia turned to face her completely. "How long has this been going on?"
Carmen looked away, Julia tilted her chin until they met eyes. "Not long... no one knew about it."
Julia was going to lecture her, of course she was. That's what she expected.
She didn't expect Julia to kiss her.
BONUS:
Julia giggled, god she loved that laugh.
Carmen wrapped her arms around the other woman's waist, drawing her in.
"So, you ever going to see Sophia again?"
"No," Carmen smiled. "I've found something better."
Ya know I was gonna write this with a male abuser but I felt like I should make it a girl, first of all Bc I can see Carmen being more attracted to women, and so as not to feed stereotypes.
Anyways! This fic was requested on Wattpad by @grc22877
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Introduction/what to expect (Wattpad, first chapter)"I'm a sucker for angst. Can you do one where Jules (or Gray I love Redcrackle) recuses Carmen from an abusive relationship?"
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