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Will- The Truth Always Comes Out Pt1

Trigger Warnings- physical abuse, emotional abuse, drug dealing.

"How did this happen?" April asks cleaning up a wound on my thigh
"I erm dropped a match" April frowns as Will walks into the room "can I go home now? I've got to go shopping, there's no bee... no food in the house and Ryan gets home from work soon and I wanted to surprise him with a meal"
"YN. Your forgetting something, I know you better than anyone else. 24 years YN. So I know when you blink rapidly your lying to me. So tell me the truth how did you get this burn?"
"I told you. I dropped a match. I was lighting a candle. Can I go?" I look at April who sighs
"Yeah. I'll get your discharge papers" April walks out and Will stands with his hands on his hips looking at me annoyed
"What's going on?"
"Nothing. Just drop it"

I arrive home not long later, not being able to go the shops. I hear the front door open then shut
"YN!" My boyfriend Ryan shouts from downstairs. Taking in a deep breath I leave the bathroom after looking at the new cigarette burn mark on my leg "YN!" He shouts again
"I'm coming" I run down the stairs seeing him on the couch "what's wrong?" I ask walking over to him
"Get me a beer"
"Yeah" I walk over to the kitchen and open the fridge up hoping that we have at least one left. We don't. Shit. Nervously I make my way back over to Ryan
"Well where the hell is it?"
"We erm... we've ran out"
"For fuck sake! You have one fucking job!"
"I'm sorry. I'll go and...."
"I'm going out and when I get home there best be beer in the fridge" Ryan cuts me off getting up from the couch. Instinctively I move backwards "fuck sake woman get out of the way" he pushes me onto the floor. I land on my wrist in a funny way making pain shoot up my arm. I watch as Ryan leaves the house slamming the door behind him. I know I should get my wrist checked out, but I also know I'm going to have a lot worse than a sore wrist if I don't get more beer. Plus I have literally just come back from Med and Will is already getting suspicious. Making my decision I grab my purse and head to the store.

An hour later Ryan comes home obviously having had something to drink, but not quite drunk he looks at me stood in the kitchen
"Well?" with a shaking hand I get a beer can from the fridge. I hand it over to him "it's not fucking cold!" He yells throwing the can at me, hitting my stomach
"I'm sorry I only got back from the store 20 minutes ago"
"Why's that? Should only take you 10 to get there and back"
"Babe please I had to walk. My wrist hurts so I..."
"Shut up" he grunts looking irritated "I've got friends coming over in an hour so remember, be seen not heard" I nod my head holding back the tears. I need to get out of this relationship before things get worse.
Just like he said, an hour later he's got a group of 4 'friends' over more like clients. He's doing a deal down stairs. Normally I have to be present to 'sweeten the deal' but for whatever reason today Ryan wants me out of the way. Deciding to stay out of the way I stay upset in our bedroom looking at a duffel bag debating if I should pack and leave in the morning when Ryan has gone to work, but before I can make a decision Ryan walks through the bedroom door
"Downstairs. Now!" Slowly I get up off the bed and start walking towards the stairs. Ryan pushes me against wall. Holding my neck in his hand squeezing a little "why the fuck is Will texting you asking if your ok? What have you told him?"
"Nothing I swear"
"I told you to stop messaging him"
"I-I did. I promise" I say getting scared
"So why is he texting?"
"The burn. I had to go get it checked. I didn't say you did it I promise"
"But that doesn't explain what your getting texts of him" his hand on my neck tightens making it hard to take in a good breath
"He works there. He saw me"
"You are nothing but a worthless bitch. No one would believe you if you told them anyway. Your luckily I tolerate you. I'm doing a good deed being with you" tears start rolling down my face "oh get a grip woman. Your so fucking emotional" Ryan rolls his eyes "get downstairs" Ryan then pushes me down the stairs "so fucking clumsy" Ryan walks down the stairs and over my body. He and his 'friends' laugh as he lets them out of the house. I try getting up by the pain in my stomach and chest hurts to much. After letting the others out ryan finally turns to me "I'm not helping you if that's what you thought. I'm going to bed. Don't worry I'll throw a blanket down for you" and with that he heads up stairs.