𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔬 𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔰 ~ 𝔬𝔫𝔢-𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰

❥ wrong ~ m.s. ❥

~Warnings~
Fighting, cursing, indications of sexual assault

If any of the warnings trigger you, please skip the chapter.

Word Count: 3,565

"Matt! You've got this all wrong!" I shout.
"Nah, you knew about my history and yet you decide to cheat. We're done." He says, grabbing his bag.
"Matt, that's not what this was! I swear on my life." I say as tears start streaming down my face.
He leaves my apartment and drives off.
"You're choosing that drama queen over me?" My ex asks.
"Get out." I say.
"What? Come on, Y/N. Let's repair what we have." He says.
"I said, get out." I repeat.
I turn to look at him.
"You don't scare me, Y/N." He says, inching closer.
"I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT, NATE!" I shriek.
He jumps back a bit, grabs his coat and leaves.
I drop to my floor, sobbing and holding my chest.

~2 hours earlier~
I walk into my apartment and lock my door. I hang my purse and keys up and walk into my living room.
A coat is hung over my couch.
That's not mine.
I sneak my way into the kitchen and grab the biggest knife I own.
Walking closer to my bedroom, I hear music.
Who the fuck is in my apartment?
I inch closer to my door and peek in.
Nate? My ex, Nate?
I pull out my phone and start recording subtly.
Putting my phone back in my pocket, I walk in and he turns around.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I ask, still holding the knife.
"Ah, if it isn't my one and only. Where were you?" He asks.
I furrow my eyebrows, "What kind of crack are you on? We broke up a long time ago."
"What do you mean?" He asks, smiling creepily.
"I'm with Matt, Nate. You need to leave." I say.
"Oh, I'm not going anywhere." He says, tilting is head and inching toward me.
"Stay back." I say, adjusting my grip on the knife.
"You're not going to stab me, Y/N, are you?" He says, in a sad tone.
"I will if I have to." I huff.
He comes toward me quickly, knocking the knife out my hand and holding a towel to my face.
He covers my nose and mouth and all I smell are chemicals.
Everything goes dark.

The next thing I knew, I woke up to see Nate and Matt talking at my bedroom door.
The look on Matt's face burned into my memory.
I look down to see I'm wearing Nate's t-shirt and some spandex.
"What the fuck?" I mumble.
"I can't believe you, Y/N." Matt says, walking away.

~You know what happens :)~

~Current Time~
I get up off the ground and make my way to my bedroom.
My sweatshirt is hanging over my bed.
I look down to see I'm still wearing Nate's shirt so I take it off and put my hoodie back on.
I slide my hand in the pocket to grab my phone and notice it's still recording.
I recorded everything.
Stopping the recording, I wait for it to load.
I pace my room as I wait for the recording to load. Finally, my phone dings, notifying me the video saved.
I fast forward to after I was out and hear Nate shuffling around my room.
His phone began to ring and I heard him answer.
"Hello?" He says.
"Hey."
He walks around a little.
"Yeah, it's done."
"Matt should take you back now. I'm going to stage it so it looks like Y/N and I did it."
"2 hours, you say? Okay, that's plenty of time for me to stage it and hang out to wait for him."
"Sounds good. It was a pleasure doing business with you."
I hear the call end.
"Business? What does that mean?" I mumble.
I hear him shuffle as the mic gets louder and the video goes dark.
I hear a thump and this is where I can assume he picked me up and put me on my bed.
The video goes light again and stays like that for about an hour and a half.
I made sure to watch the whole video to make sure he didn't do anything else.
It sounded like he just watched TikToks for the whole hour and half.
The video goes dark again and I hear a thunk.
This is where I assume he removes my sweatshirt.
"If only I could." I hear him whisper.
Creep.
I heard a knock then a quick movement within my room. I heard my bed creak.
The door opens.
"What the fuck." I heard Matt say.
"Shit." I heard Nate mumble.
The bed creaks and I can hear footsteps leading away from the phone.
"Sorry man, she asked me to come over. I had no clue you were coming." He says, quite convincingly.
Psychopath.
The bed creaks and I hear my voice.
I stop the video.
Setting my phone down, I look at my door.