I've got my eye on you

XI. Restraints

TW: mention of abuse, grabbing, using

You watched Nick's tall figure walking away with his hands in his pockets, slowly disappearing into the fog. You looked up at the stars once more before lifting yourself off the gravel and quietly making your way back into the house. The door was almost silent as you lay a hand on it, shutting it with your chest, the only sound heard was the click of the lock. You quickly patted up the carpet steps and upon walking into Cordelia's room, you see the angel in white with a hand over her chest, standing at the window. She quickly turned around.

"Did he hurt you?"

"No."

"Why were you getting up from the ground?"

"We were... just laying down... looking at stars and he was just... apologizing."

"Well what about when he came here before. Did he hurt you then? And that's why he was apologizing?"

You look down at your light purple marks, soon to really bruise from him grabbing you there so many times tonight, especially trying to forcefully kiss you... when he took you outside.

Cordelia gently looks you in the eyes and takes your wrist, making you wince. She exhaled in frustration, letting go and turning around to head downstairs. You were quick to follow her down the steps.

"I'm fine Cordelia."

"I don't care y/n. He can't get away with that. Putting his hands on you," she said with no expression with her back turned but she seemed furious. It was scary. You had never seen her like this. She whipped a hand towel down on the kitchen counter, making you jump as she emptied an ice tray onto the cloth. She picks it up, tying it still without looking at you. "Go sit," she says, looking towards the couch.

"It's late. We should just get to -"

"Listen please. Just sit."

You do as she says and she walks over with the pouch of ice in her hand. She sits beside you and takes your wrists, holding it against your skin.

"Thank you," you mumbled.

"I don't want you seeing him anymore y/n."

You quickly stand up, taking your wrists away from her.

"What?"

"You heard me. You have countless bruises I've seen them with my own eyes. Every single one. He hurts you and if I can stop it, I will and I am."

"No. No, you can't decide that Cordelia," you shook your head, with an almost mocking face. It sounded ridiculous.

"Yes, I can. I can report him and you can get your injuries treated by the nurse or you could stop seeing him and let me help you. I can help you y/n."

"Oh you want to threaten now?" you chuckle. "Oh boo hoo I had sex with a guy two years older than me... how about a damn teacher Cordelia?"

"Don't go there. I've done nothing but help you y/n."

"I- I know but-"

"I can't see you get hurt anymore and I'm not blaming you. He tricked you and he's manipulative. But if you want to turn to accusations against me ...then I guess you're not the girl I thought you were."

You remain standing and take heavy breaths as she stays sat, waiting for you to respond, with pleading eyes. You quickly sit back down and hold out your wrists to her, looking her deeply in the eyes. She put the ice back on and you stayed quiet as a few tears fell from your eyes. She looked at you with uncertainty as she watched you cry while she continued to treat you.