Princess (Ashe x Cassidy Overwatch)

Ashe's Old Friend

From the moment I saw Reaper at Denny's, my mind was flooded with bittersweet memories. What happened between us was...complicated. The fantasy of rough fingers around my neck and hair pulling made me squirm at Cassidy and I's booth. Something about that aspect of the past made me feel disgusted with myself. One day specifically stayed in the back of my mind.

On this day, Reaper walked in the room as the door made a clicking noise behind him. Him locking the door meant something was bound to happen. From his body language, it was evident that he was not pleased with me. Anxiousness rose inside my body as he approached me with loud, booming footsteps. I played with my thumbs, standing awkwardly in his room. Before I could meet his gaze, my body was thrown against the wall. It caused a loud thudding noise. My heart dropped to my stomach.

"Where have you been?" asked Reaper. His voice was raspy and demanding.

"I told you I didn't want to do this anymore. Please let me go..." I replied, trying to play it cool.

"Why haven't you answered my calls?" he asked again, ignoring my response.

"I didn't want to speak with you," I answered. Deafening silence filled the room. Shit, I messed up. His grip on my shoulders tightened significantly. My heart pounded in my chest. Physically, he was a thousand times stronger than I was. Not only that, but he was also much bigger. He chuckled a bit, shaking his head.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" he said at last, breaking the silence.

My throat tightened at his words. I had no idea what to do. No way I could get out of his grasp, but I couldn't go anywhere even if I managed to break free. My silence made him more angry.

"Answer me," he added, moving my chin up with one arm so I was forced to look at him.

"Please just let me go," I mustered pathetically. Reaper had a way of consistently making me feel so small and inferior. I hated the way he made me feel.

"You're hurting my feelings. I thought you loved me Ashe, where's my good girl?" said Reaper, easing the tone of his voice. I hated that nickname, and he knew that.

Even though he made me feel lesser than him, I loved him in some sick and fucked up way. The bad moments certainly outweighed the good ones, but the good times were so so good. Sex between us made me feel like a woman despite his constant degrading. To be honest, I was never into that kind of thing. I stayed because of the way his dick felt inside of me. It fit me perfectly, I couldn't get enough. He knew how to handle my body in a rough way that was so very pleasing to me. Reaper was aware of how much I craved him, and he took advantage of it. Most of the time, he would use sex to get what he wanted out of me. This usually meant taking his anger out on me because it wasn't necessarily abusive. He knew his way around my mind, and I despised it.

"Get off of me!" I finally shouted, moving around in an attempt to get out of his grasp. He grabbed my face again, much harder this time.

"This will fix you," he spoke, an eerie smile creeping on his face.

Suddenly, Reaper's lips touch mine. He forced his tongue into my mouth, still holding my face tightly. I squirmed around, not kissing him back. Since his hands were busy on my face, my arms were free. Once I realized this, I kissed him back to make him think I was submitting to him. A shift in his body language made me know that my plan was working. I got my right arm ready and swung at his face from the side. His face flew from the impact and initial shock of the blow. Adrenaline rushed through my body as I quickly thought of what to do next. My eyes fell on the window next to his bed. I dashed towards it while Reaper swore angrily, calling me all different kinds of names. I flipped the window's locks upwards as fast as I could, hoping that he wouldn't have enough time to hit me back or grab me. I slid the window up as much as I could, preparing myself to get out. Right as I was about to leave, a hand grabbed my ankle.

"You worthless bitch. I'll never give you the chance to put your hands on me again," said Reaper, almost shouting.

"You're so lucky I haven't actually hurt you yet. I can't-" his words were cut off by a groan of pain. Luck was on my side today, Reaper was right! I managed to get my ankle out of his grip and kick him in the face. Without hesitation, I jumped out of the window. Thankfully, it wasn't too far off of the ground so I didn't hurt myself. I was afraid that he would try to come after me. All he did was shout at the window that I shut before running off.

"Ashe... Ashe!" a voice faded in as I came back to the present. It was Cassidy's.

"What's wrong, are you okay?" he asked, genuinely worried. How long was I staring for?

"...Sorry I just..." was all I could get out. My chest tightened and my face was hot. Reaper was still there across Denny's, staring daggers at me.

"Can we go to the car?" I asked, keeping my eyes on Reaper.

"Of course," Cassidy replied. He called a waiter over to pay for our food, and we quickly got out of there.

Thankfully, Cassidy didn't ask any questions until we got inside the car. When he did, my answers were not helpful. To be fair, it was the first time I saw Reaper in years. I have no idea how I managed to avoid him for all this time. Of course I see him when I think I've accepted what he did to me. The power he still had over me made me feel so ashamed of myself. Sitting in the passenger seat of Cassidy's car, tears burned my eyes. I felt Cassidy's gaze on me.

"What did you see at Denny's?" he asked. I stayed silent.

"You don't have to tell me why you're so upset, I just wanna know if I did something," he added, turning his body towards me. Guilt rose in my body, tears rolled out of my eyes. Cassidy's gaze softened when he noticed I was crying. This made me feel even worse.

"I'm...No it's not you I- I'm sorry you-" I tried to respond to him in between sobs. The few tears I shed quickly turned into full on sobbing.

"Shh shhh. I'll just drive you home, we can talk about it later," Cassidy replied. He cupped my face with his hand and looked into my puffy eyes. I nodded without saying a word. The car ride to my house was quiet, minus the sound of me crying and soft jazz music he had playing. If I wasn't so overwhelmed, I would've made fun of him for putting that shit on.

When we got to my house, he walked me to the door. At the door, he faced me and looked into my eyes again. I did the same, admiring the features on his gorgeous face. I gave him a tight hug, putting my arms around his neck and pressing my body against his. After a moment, he hugged me back with the same tightness. We held each other for what felt like forever, slightly rocking back and forth. He pulled away from the hug first and handed me my keys. He kept them in his pocket when I put on his clothes. I took them from him and he smiled at me. He gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Call me when you're ready Princess," he said. He then went to his car and drove away.