Miguel O'Hara x Reader [one-shots]

CHEATED [A/F] (P.II)

THE WALK HOME was torture. My dress was dirty and ripped, my heels were in my hands, my makeup was smudged, and tears wouldn't stop streaming down my cheeks.

It had been hours since I cheated on Miguel, and I was finally almost back home. Whatever was in my drink finally wore off and I was able to carry myself again.

Everything was blurry, but I still remembered a few events— ones I wished I didn't. I turned right before opening my door to the apartment building.

Walking up the stairs slowly, I relied all my weight on the railing before finally getting to my door. I lifted up the mat to the spare key, and got in as quickly as I could.

"Where were you?"

I flinched, turning around immediately. "Miguel." I breathed, feeling relieved at first, but just as anxious the next second.

He stood there, and I swear, I hadn't seen a man so beautiful and kind as he was. He didn't deserve this. I don't deserve him.

"I've been calling you all night," he said, taking a step closer, "What happened?"

"Wait," my hand came up. I dropped my heels, looking up at him, "Just... I have to tell you something."

I can't keep this from him.

He took another step closer, lifting my chin up to look up at him. I felt tears cascade down my cheeks.

"¿Que pasó?" his free hand wiped the tears, despite the mascara and black eyeshadow.

"You're going to hate me," I sobbed, "I'm sorry, Miguel, really."

"Mi vida, what happened?"

My eyes teared away from his, and I walked to the right, leaving his grasp. My arms came around my body, seemingly hugging myself.

I took a deep breath. "I slept with someone."

He stared at me. I could usually try and figure out what Miguel was thinking, but this... there was just a blank expression.

He finally spoke. "What?"

I took another breath. "Miguel—"

He ran his fingers through his hair, "Are you serious?"

"Miguel, please."

He shook his head, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at me, "You cheated on me?"

"I didn't mean to. It was an accident!"

"Right," he scoffed, "Because you can just 'accidentally' sleep with someone."

I tried to take a few steps forward, but he just distanced himself.

"Please," I sobbed, "You don't understand."

"Oh, no, I understand perfectly. You slept with someone, Y/N. I didn't think you ever would, but I guess I don't know you as well as I thought I did."

"Miguel, please, you have to listen to me," I cried.

He shook his head, "You gotta go. I can't— I can't even look at you."

He turned around, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as his other hand rested on his waist.

"Please, Miguel," I said, "I tried to say no, okay? I tried to stop it, but he wouldn't. I was slurring my words and—"

"What?" he turned around, taking a step forward, "You said no?"

"Yes," I looked up at him, sniffling, "I said no, Miguel. B-But then he just... he kept going. It's my fault, Miguel. I-I cheated, I'm—"

"Oh, baby..." he enveloped me into a hug, letting my cry into his shoulder. He very carefully lead me to the couch, where he held me tightly.

"I'm sorry, Miguel," I sobbed in his arms, "I'm sorry. I love you so much."

"I love you. God, I love you so much. It's not your fault," he shook his head, his hands caressing my cheeks, "Okay? You said no. That's all that matters."

His lips met my forehead.

He pulled back, "Let's get you out of these clothes."

I looked up at him, a frown still on my face. I nodded silently. He picked me up and led me to the bathroom.

There, he made sure I was comfortable with everything. As I sat in the tub, my arms wrapped around my knees, I finally looked up at him. His eyes were red and his fangs were out, yet he still treated me with care.

"What are you gonna do to him?" I whispered.

"I'm going to kill him," he took my hair and put it in a ponytail, speaking calmly.

"Are you sure it's not my fault?" I breathed, my cheek resting on my knees.

"I'm sure, Y/N," he used the shower head to clean me, making sure every inch of tonight was washed off of me, "He raped you."

His eyes were still red, and his fangs were still out. His muscles flexed, and his breathing was heavy.

He noticed me staring. "I would never hurt you, okay?" he said, his fingers running over my cheek.

I nodded. "Mm-hm."

"You remember what he looks like?"

I shuddered. "No."

"It's okay," he turned the water off, wrapping a towel around me before picking me up, not caring about his clothes, "I'll find him."

He went in our drawers and grabbed some comfy clothes for me, putting them on me.

Once he was done, he kneeled down, his hands on my knee. "Get some rest, okay?"

My arms wrapped around my body. "I'm scared to go to sleep."

"You're safe here, querida."

"The last time I closed my eyes, bad things happened," I whispered, "Please. I-I'm scared."

He nodded, laying me down before he got in the next me. I hugged him tight, just as he did me.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," he looked down at me, his fingertips running down the side of my face, "You didn't do anything to me."

I looked up at him, his red eyes slightly illuminating my face, "If you're going to go, please just let me fall asleep in your arms first."

He kissed my forehead.

"Sueña con los angelitos, mi amor."