Gallys girl (Gally × female Reader)

Somebody help me please!

You wake up and feel arms around your waist, you try moving to the edge of the bed to get up to go to work. But he wraps his arms tighter around your waist pulling you back causing you to let out a whimper.

Jackson starts drawing circles on your stomach from under your shirt, he buries his face in your neck and starts kissing it. Grabbing his hand from under your shirt, you work up the strength to say, "I" he tightens his grip, "I need to go to work."

"Nope. Your not getting up till I say so." You try to pry his arms off but he just grabs your hands holding them down you you sides, "Jackson!" He flips you over so your facing him. "Don't you ever yell at me." He's pressing so hard into your side that it hurt and you knew you would have bruises later.

You whimper again when he presses hard, "stop being such a baby. You with me there's nothing wrong." You closes your eyes and then he pushes you off the side of the bed falling off the side hitting the floor with a groan. "You can get up now and get ready. I probably won't be here." You stand up and mumble "your what's wrong." You thought you whispered it quite enough but you didn't. Jackson slams you into the wall then turns you so you're facing him, back pressed roughly against the wall.

His hand connects with the side of your face again and you scream in pain, which is cut off by a hand clamped over your mouth, "What did you say about me?" He yells in your face. You cower away from him. Dropping to the floor and crawling to the corner. You pull your legs to your chest, head in knees.

A strong hand grips your arm pulling you to your feet, "I won't ask again. What'd you say about me?" Shoving you into the wall when he finishes talking.

"I...I" you choke back a sob, "I said your what's wrong." Tears falling from your eyes you look up and see a fuming Jackson. He pulls his hand back and hits you again, "Your calling out sick today. Get back in bed and I'll go tell Alby." He lets go an you don't move. He hits you again on the face and picks you up throwing you on the bed. "Stay here." He says and walks out the door slamming it on the way out.

*Jacksons pov*

I walk out the door slamming it and I head Y/n shreak from inside. I walk across the fied to the slicer work shop. Put on my apron, and think, 'ill just let her handle Alby later.' I start on my long day of cutting pigs heads off and cleaning them.

*Normal pov*

You lay in bed when you I hear a knock on the door,"Hello?" You hear someone cough, "uhh hey it's Jeff are you ok?" You look down at the buries on you wrist and choke on a sob, "y-yeah. I'm f-fine."

"Are you crying?" You clap a hand over your mouth. "Well no but I..I don't feel to good." It was silent for a minute "umm do you need anything? I'm coming in to check on you." Your eyes go wide and you slip off the bed and run to the door. Pushing against it, "I... Uhhh you don't need to come in I'm sure um... Jackson'll be back soon to check on me."

"Are you sure?" You say yas as then make your way back over to the bed laying back down.

*Time skip*

Jackson kept you inside for the next week ish till you face healed from the bruising it's been almost three weeks of being hit and not aloud to hang out with anyone else. And your starting to get even more scared of Jackson. He said if you ever went to anyone about him he would beat you so hard you'll forgot your name.

Your to terrified to get help so you just keep quiet and stay away from people. When Newt or Thomas or Minho try to talk to you. Jackson just comes and takes you away. Making excuses each time.

You've not been able to work with Gally and the builders yet because you in to much pain so you've been with Newt in the guardens. Every time you bend of pain shoots though your body and you wince.