bury you by my side| dream x oc

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TW; flashbacks to abuse, SA, etc.

Breaking the silence I say "I'll tell you just some of the stuff so maybe you can get a better feel of what is going on in my head.." he nods, shifting his body more towards mine, making better eye contact.

"So a little over a year ago," I started. "I was in a relationship that lasted 2.5 years, at the beginning it was almost perfect. Like a dream. But soon after the honeymoon phase ended, he became really.. toxic.. to put it lightly. I was cut off from all my friends, family, literally everyone. I wasn't allowed to work or even leave the house." I paused, feeling a lump in my throat growing, watching Clay's face grow with concern. I didn't like that he was feeling pity for me. Breaking the eye contact, I look down at my fidgeting hands, to avoid crying, and finally continued, "there was one night he had a few of his friends over, they  were drinking pretty heavily, and at some point they had slipped something into my drink.. and took me in a room. I don't really remember a whole lot, but I do remember all 3 of them towering over me, putting their hands down my shorts and up my shirt and-" I couldn't even finish without breaking out into tears. Suddenly, Clay wraps his arms around me and pushes me close to his chest, "you don't have to tell me, it's okay" he says in soft, caring tone.

"No, I've already got this far I'll just tell you" I say wiping away tears trying to catch my breath. "The next morning, my ex found them all, on the bed with me, and sent them away. I tried to tell him what happened but all he kept saying was, 'you're a cheating whore' 'you let 3 others guys in your pants'. No matter how much I tried to tell him the truth, he didn't want to hear it, in fact, the more I told him , the angrier he got. I remember breaking down, telling him I would never willingly do that, but he got even angrier. He grabbed my shoulders and slammed me against the wall, gripping my jaw, screaming in my face about how horrible I was for trying to gaslight him into thinking I was assaulted, as tears rolled down my face, he punched me, leaving this scar above my eyebrow, and-" I was suddenly stopped by Clay pulling me in closer. "All of that is over now, I know that I can't heal all of that but I'll definitely try my best to help you," he says, gently moving my chin up to meet his eyes again. I couldn't even reply, the only thing I could do was wrap my arms around his head and bury my face in his neck. We laid there for what seemed like forever to me, I didn't want to move, I felt so, safe in his arms.

I quickly found my eye lids getting heavy, from the comfort and warmth he brought to me, until eventually I accidentally fell asleep in his arms.