Sturniolo Triplets Oneshots

Matt ~ Close Your Eyes (Please, Don't.)

Genre: Angst - reader gets into an accident with a drunken man || You're both 21+
Word Count: 1,387
Warnings: mention of gun, shot, blood, swearing, almost successful (?) SA
A/n: This is so dramatic and I live for it.

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All in one week this happened. Day one, I had gotten a big promotion at work. Day two, I had gotten my first house alone. Day three, my boyfriend made his debut as a singer. Day four, we had a huge party to celebrate. Day five, I was walking home alone. Day six, it resulted into me being hospitalised. Day seven, is the day I died.

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"You really shouldn't walk home alone, (Y/n)," Matt, my boyfriend, placed his hand on my shoulder.

"I'll be fine, Matt. Trust me." I assured him everything was going to be okay. I was sure of it.

"If anything happens, Baby. Call me immediately." Matt kissed my head and held me in a tight embrace before pulling away.

"I will, Honey. Promise." I interlocked our pinkies, "I love you."

"I love you, more, (Y/n)."

And with that, I had left. For once, everything felt okay. Life was passing by smoothly, it was almost like I had nothing to worry about. I had felt for once in my life, that everything was perfect.

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"Where'dya think you're goin', sweetie?" A drink man slurred his words while walking toward me. The smell of booze made me scrunch my nose in disgust.

"Home," I answered simply, "please, leave me alone." I walked a little faster, only to feel a rough hand pull me backwards.

When my head hit the ground, it felt like everything was spinning and my head could explode at any second. I slowly had sat up, I felt hot tears form at the brim of my eyes. When my vision finally focused, I was met with a cold object pressed to the temple of my head.

I automatically knew what it was. No. I had thought, not now! Please not now. Just minutes before I had ran into this drunk, I had my whole life in line, and this one screw up had ruined it for me already.

"Follow me, and you won't get hurt, you hear?" The man brought me to my feet and dragged me to an alleyway on Fifth Street.

"What do you want me to do? Please, I'll do anything. Just... Don't shoot." I cried, not loudly, but enough for him to see I'm in fear.

"Take your shirt off." He smirked at the dirty thought of the young adult girl.

"Wha-What?" My tears fell, this can't be happening to me.

"Did I stutter, bitch? I said: Take. It. Off."

A sudden rush on confidence overtook my body, and I said, "I'm not taking off my shirt, perv!"

"You little..." The drunk man rushed at me and tackled me to the ground. His hands traveled down my body. Almost immediately, when he was caught off guard, I pulled out my phone and instantly called Matt. I assumed he noticed because he threw my phone behind him, which, thank God, it didn't break.

I heard the faint voice of Matt's voice ask, "(Y/n)? Are you okay?"

The man's hands went further and further down my body, and I screamed at the top of my lungs. Shouting my boyfriend's name, sobbing uncontrollably, kicking, and punching.

"You dumb-" I couldn't make out what he had said next, because the sounds of gunfire took over. The man had shot my twice in my lower abdomen.

Realizing what he had done, he took off. I was sobbing uncontrollably. The pain wasn't anything I've ever experienced. I painfully crawled over to my phone to see the call still active with Matt.