Oneshots - Kayce Dutton

You've got more people in your corner than you think.

Request: Kayce has a really rough day and he got in a fight with a bunch of cattle hustlers, and something sets him off (like a memory occurs from when he was in the army) so without really being Attentive to what he's doing he drives home and just Completely breaks down. He starts freaking out and can't breathe and y/n just spends time holding him. Trying to calm him down, letting him cry.

You had just finished blow-drying your hair from your shower. You had spent all day in your garden, getting it ready for summer vegetables. You were filthy about twenty minutes ago but now you were squeaky clean, dressed in one of Kayce's' long sleeve shirts and a pair of jean shorts.

You glanced at your phone as you were walking by your bed and saw it light up. Grabbing it you saw Ryan had called you three times. You were about to call him back when your phone lit up again with his calling.

"Hey?" You answered.

"Y/N, fuck!" Ryan yelled on the other end.

"Hello to you too?" You frowned.

"Sorry, no...is Kayce there?" Ryan asked.

"Um, no?" You answered. "He's with you, remember?"

"No, he drove off like a bat out of hell and we don't know where he went," Ryan sighed.

"What do you mean?" You stood up, worried.

"We were trying to wrangler these cattle hustlers and something...I don't know what happened to him, but he almost beat one of 'em to death," Ryan said.

"What?" You placed your hand over your mouth.

"I thought maybe he was headed to you?" Ryan seemed just as worried, which made you worry more.

"No, I haven't..." You stopped as you heard gravel crunch under tires.

Looking out the window of your and Kayce's cabin on the ranch, you saw Kayce's truck come barreling to a stop.

"Ryan, he just pulled up," You said as you walked to the front door. "I've got him."

"Alright, let me know if you need help," Ryan hung up. "Tell him I've got everything here."

Before you could get to the front door, Kayce barged in. He nearly ran you over as he slammed the door shut. His wild eyes caught yours and you could barely see any color in them. It was like Kayce wasn't even here, or at least aware of where he was.

"Kace?" You said slowly.

He looked at you and you could visibly see his chest heaving. Not even a second later and he was stomping into the bedroom. You stood there for a beat until you heard another door slam shut, meaning he went into the closet.

"What the hell?" You whispered as. You followed him.

Sure enough, the closet door was shut. You walked up to it and leaned your ear to the door. You heard some movement before you didn't hear anything. You knocked on the door twice, gently, and listened.

"Kayce?" You asked. "Baby...are you okay?"

Kayce didn't reply. You had never seen him act like this or do anything remotely like this before. It was freaking you out, but you also knew you needed to be calm because Kayce clearly was not.

"Kayce...?" You tried again. "I'm gonna open the door, okay?"

You waited a few seconds.

"...please don't," Came out muffled behind the door.

You instantly knew. While you had never experienced a PTSD episode from Kayce, he had told you about the few he had experienced right when he came back from being overseas. He would feel paranoid, then he would lash out, then he would feel defeated, then he would hate himself.