- TW, mentions of rape
- sad content
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*third person pov*
vinnie and y/n were currently at a party. A friend of his. Neither of them were drunk. They just went to be supportive. She let go of vinnies hand to talk to her friends.
Meanwhile, vinnie was on the other side of the house, glancing at y/n with a smile as she laughed. He talked to his friends about how much he loves her and how beautiful she is and how he got so lucky with her. She excused herself to use the bathroom upstairs because all the ones downstairs were all taken.
People probably having sex in them. As she was walking towards the bathroom, she was yanked into a dark bedroom. She immediately panicked because she knew it wasn't vinnie. The man covered her mouth closing the door and locking it.
She pushed the guy off her and ran to the door trying to unlock it but she didn't have enough time as he caught up to her and grabbing her. She pulled out her phone but he slapped it out of her hand, it flying across the room.
"Please don't do this.." she said as the man choked her and slammed her on the bed. He slapped her repeatedly until she stopped crying and calling for help. He squished her cheeks together, lifting up her dress.
Vinnie turned to glance at her like he always does, but she was gone. Maybe she went to the bathroom? He thought to himself. He texted her. He always wanted to make sure she was okay and safe. She always responds quick but once 3 minutes went by he started looking around and checking each bathroom downstairs.
When he went upstairs, that's when he decided to call her. The door to the bedroom opened as the man came out satisfied, zipping up his pants. And that's when he heard her phone ring. In that bedroom he saw the man coming out in. Once he got to the room, he saw her. Heels on the floor, she was at the edge of the bed, hands in her lap, phone on the floor, she was staring at the floor, slightly disheveled hair, her face, arms and thighs were red. Mainly her face from being slapped so many times.
"shit y/n.." he immediately ran over to her. Her eyes were heavy. Like someone sucked all her happiness away. "are you okay?" She didn't look up or even answer him. She was traumatized. In shock. So many things were running through her head. He grabbed her phone and put it in his back pocket. He grabbed her heels and put his arms under her legs. She didn't do anything. She didn't speak or even look at him.
He carried her out of room as she was now looking at her lap. He put her in the car, buckling up. He knew what happened to her. He blamed himself for not looking at her. He blamed himself for all of it. Not hearing her call him for help. He started the car and they headed home. He went to grab her hand, but as a reflex for her now, she moved her hand away.
He knew it was nothing against him. When she realized what she did, she moved her shaky weak hand, placing it in his. She glanced over at him and turned back to look at her lap.
"Just know it's not your fault." He spoke calmly. She didn't say anything. She looked empty. She felt like a whore. Vinnie was the only guy she's ever had sex with. She felt he was going to leave her. He's never seen her so empty. Like he sucked her life away. She was just.. there.
They pulled into the driveway, and got out of the car. He tried to carry her but she pushed him away. She set her heels down by the door and went to their room. Vinnie felt helpless, he didn't know how to help her or get her to open up. She was out of it. Literally. She wouldn't speak, nothing. He followed her up to their room where she started the shower.
He grabbed her clothes and set them on the counter where he saw her looking at her body. Bruises on her face, arms, thighs. He stood behind her but before he could do or process anything. She burst into tears. She collapsed onto him, and he held her tightly. He sat them down. She was in between his legs, shaking.
