One Shots-Måneskin

Do you think I'm ok? (Damiano David)

TW: Getting cheated on and being assaulted
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It was a typical Friday night, and I was feeling excited to see my boyfriend, Damiano. We had plans to cook dinner together and watch a movie at his place.

As I arrived at his apartment, I noticed that the door was slightly open. I assumed that he had just forgotten to close it all the way, but as I pushed it open, my heart sank.

There he was, with another girl, tangled up in the sheets. I felt like I had been punched in the stomach.

"What the hell is going on here?" I demanded, feeling the tears starting to well up in my eyes.

Damiano's eyes widened in shock, and he started to stammer an excuse. "I-I can explain, it's not what it looks like..."

But I wasn't having any of it. "Are you kidding me? It's exactly what it looks like!" I yelled, feeling a surge of anger.

The girl in the bed looked embarrassed and ashamed. She quickly grabbed her clothes and ran out of the room, leaving me and Damiano alone.

I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed. It was like a bad dream. "How could you do this to me?" I asked, my voice shaking with emotion.

Damiano looked remorseful, but his words were hollow. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. I didn't mean to hurt you."

But his apologies fell on deaf ears. "You didn't mean to hurt me? Are you kidding me right now? You cheated on me, Damiano. You betrayed my trust and hurt me in the worst possible way."

He tried to hold me, to comfort me, but I pulled away. "I need to leave. I can't even look at you right now," I said, grabbing my purse and heading towards the door.

As I walked out of his apartment, I felt like my world had been shattered. I had given him my heart, my trust, and my love, and he had thrown it all away for a moment of pleasure.
I couldn't stop the tears from streaming down my face. I felt vulnerable and exposed, like I had been stripped of everything I held dear. The betrayal was too much to bear, and I just wanted to be alone.

But as I turned the corner onto the next street, two men suddenly appeared in front of me. They were rough-looking and clearly up to no good.

"Hey, baby, what's the rush?" one of them sneered, blocking my way.

I tried to push past them, but they grabbed me, pinning my arms to my sides. Panic set in as I realized what was happening.

"Let me go!" I screamed, struggling against their grip.

But it was no use. They were stronger than me, and I was at their mercy. I closed my eyes, preparing for the worst.

But then I heard a familiar voice. "Get your hands off her!"

It was Damiano. He had followed me out of the apartment and had come to my rescue.

The two men looked startled and loosened their grip on me. Damiano took the opportunity to pull me away from them and push me behind him, shielding me from harm.

"What are you doing, man? She's just a girl," one of the men protested.

Damiano's eyes blazed with anger. "She's my girlfriend. And if you ever come near her again, you'll regret it."

The two men muttered curses and slunk away into the darkness. Damiano turned to me, his expression softening.

"Are you okay?" he asked, reaching out to touch my arm.

I flinched away from him. "What do you think? You cheated on me, and now I'm being attacked by strangers. How could you let this happen?"

He looked contrite. "I'm sorry, I never meant for any of this to happen. I just want to make it right."

But I wasn't sure if I could trust him anymore. The betrayal was too fresh, and I needed time to heal.

"I need some space," I said, shaking my head. "I don't know if I can forgive you for this."

Damiano looked heartbroken, but he nodded. "I understand. Take all the time you need. I'll be here when you're ready. But at least let me take you home"

I reluctantly accepted Damiano's offer to drive me home. I still felt hurt and angry, but at the same time, I was grateful for his protection.

As we drove through the quiet streets, I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness wash over me. Everything was so different now. The future I had imagined with Damiano felt like a distant dream, and I didn't know if I would ever be able to trust him again.

But then, the car started to sputter and smoke, and before we knew it, it had broken down completely. We were stranded in the middle of nowhere, with no hope of finding a tow truck or a mechanic at this time of night.

"What are we going to do?" I asked, feeling a sense of dread.

Damiano scratched his head, clearly flustered. "I don't know. We can't stay here, that's for sure. It's not safe."

It was true. We were in a remote area, and there was no telling who or what was lurking in the shadows.

But as we looked around, we realized that there was only one option - we had to spend the night in the car.

Damiano quickly retrieved some blankets and pillows from the trunk, and we settled in for the night. The space was tight, but we managed to make ourselves comfortable.

At first, we didn't speak. The silence between us was heavy and awkward. But as the night wore on, we started to open up to each other.

"I'm sorry for what I did," Damiano said, his voice low and remorseful. "I know I messed up, and I can't take it back. But I want you to know that I still love you. And I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust."

I looked at him, trying to gauge whether he was sincere. He seemed earnest, but at the same time, I didn't know if I was ready to forgive him.

"It's not that simple, Damiano," I replied, my voice soft. "Trust is something that takes a long time to build, and it can be shattered in an instant. I don't know if I can ever trust you again."

He nodded, looking crestfallen. "I understand. I just hope that someday, you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

We fell into silence again, but this time, it was different. It was a comfortable silence, one that spoke of mutual understanding and acceptance.

As we drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but feel grateful for his presence. Despite everything that had happened, he was still there for me, still protecting me from harm.

Maybe there was hope for us after all. Only time would tell.