Saved - Ronnie Radke

Love

TW: Mention of rape, no details of the action

A/N: Sorry it's been like a month haha, I lost motivation for a while

Ronnie's POV

I didn't know what was wrong with what I'd confessed. I thought she'd be happy that I was finally ready. I felt awful for dragging her along for five years, telling her to wait for me. She watched as the women came and went, and she stayed, she stayed even though I treated her horrible. And now that I was ready to commit to her, she didn't want me.

I laid in bed, the emptiness of her side making me sad. I reached for her pillow, hugging it, the smell of her hair and perfume intoxicating me. It'd only been a few hours and I missed her so much. I knew she'd come back when she was ready, but I couldn't help but worry.

I heard small giggles, making me jump up. I quickly threw some sweats on and opened my door. My eyes connected with hers as her smile fell, Jacky looking like he'd shit himself. I furrowed my eyebrows, about to step closer to her but she turned away. I looked to Jacky and raised my eyebrow, he shrugged.

She turned back, "goodnight." She said, looking at Jacky. I couldn't think of the words to say, making me just stare at her. She began walking toward me, making me confused. I felt her shoulder slam into my arm as she walked past me. The brief smell of her perfume made my heart beat quicker, wanting to just grab her and kiss her, but I couldn't. She'd kill me if I did.

I felt wind go past me again, seeing her walk back out and lay on the couch, pulling the blanket over her head. I sighed to myself, running my hands through my hair as I turned and walked back to my room.

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Juliet's POV

"Don't fucking cry, you know you deserve this," he growled.

My hands covered my mouth, trying to muffle my cries as he searched for me. I sat in my closet, the lights off and the door closed, praying he wouldn't check it. I heard his loud footsteps approach my door, making my heart pound.

"Come out now and maybe I won't hit you after we get this done," he said. It was a pretty good bargain for him, he always hit me.

I took a deep breath and sniffed, standing from the floor and opening my closet door. He stood by my bed, fuming with anger. I bit my lip, wiping my eyes.

"Get on the bed," he demanded.

I let out a cry, sitting on the bed knowing if I didn't there was a chance he'd beat me so bad it'd kill me. I watched as he approached me, his hands reaching for my shirt. Suddenly my shirt was ripped open and my chest was exposed.

I sat up quickly with a gasp, my forehead dripping with sweat beads. The bus was pitch black and faint snores of everyone filled my ears. I felt my eyes begin to water due to my nightmare. I hadn't dreamt of my father in years, it was worse than I remembered.

I found myself standing and beginning to walk to the back of the bus toward Ronnie's room. I opened the door, closing it behind me. Ronnie slept peacefully, his mouth slightly open and his hair messed over his face.

I walked over to him quietly and began to lay down in his bed. I watched as his eyebrows furrowed a bit as he slept. I got under the covers and scooted closer to him. As I looked at him, I bit my lip, trying to force myself to swallow my pride.

I took a deep breath and reached across his body, embracing him. He shifted a bit and I laid my head on his chest. My hand began to run along his shirtless chest, trying to see the tattoos in the dark.

"Juliet?" I heard him ask, half asleep.

"Hm?" I hummed looking up at him.

He opened his eyes slightly, "I missed you."

I smiled to myself and leaned up to him. "I'm sorry," I whispered, connecting my lips with his. He smiled against me.

When I pulled away he had a weak smile on his face and his eyes were closed again. I laid my head back on his chest as I felt him take a deep breath. "I love you," he mumbled.

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I felt my eyes flutter open due to my body being pulled against Ronnie's. I looked back at him, a smile on my face as I saw Ronnie suffocated in my hair. I turned back around, lacing my fingers with his that rested on my chest.

I heard Ronnie let out a little groan as he stretched his legs, I smiled to myself. Soon, I felt lips on my neck, making me bite my lip. Ronnie's hand left mine and went to my bare waist, moving up and down the curve of my body. As he bit my neck I moaned, turning over to face him.

"Morning love," he smiled, kissing me.

Those words made me flinch, remembering last night and how he told me he loved me. He looked at me, confused. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"N-nothing," I said, backing away a bit.

"Juliet?" He asked, sitting up, "what did I do?"

I bit my lip, "nothing," I laughed, kissing him.

He raised an eyebrow at me, nodding, doubting my words. "When did you decide to come in here?" He asked, looking down at his bed.

I bit the inside of my cheek, "I had a bad dream."

"What about?"

"Dad," I looked at him.

"Wow, that's been a while, hasn't it?" He asked.

"Yeah," I shrugged.

"What happened in it?" He questioned.

I looked down, "it doesn't matter."

"Juliet..."

"Stop," I said.

"Please," he pleaded.

"No."

"Juliet, let me help you."

"Stop, Ronnie," I glanced at him.

"Juliet-"

"He fucking raped me!" I screamed, "is that what you wanted to hear?!"

He jumped at my words, staring at me with sorrow in his eyes. I looked away, feeling tears brewing against my lids. Trying to be discreet, I subtly wiped my eyes. It didn't fool Ronnie, he knew me too well. I felt my lip begin to quiver and suddenly it was still, being held against me by Ronnie's shoulder, hugging me.

"Why did he do this to me?" I sobbed into him, my ugly cry coming out. "What pleasure did he get from fucking me up in the head?"

"I know babygirl, I know," he rubbed my back.

"The son of a bitch would drug me and fuck me while I was knocked out," I confessed, sobbing between words.

"If he wasn't dead already, I'd kill him."