This part is just about what you did to end up in Hell.
This chapter contains abuse, mentions of rape, and murder. If any of these topics trigger you or make you uncomfortable, please read with caution.
Song Recommendation:
Tumbling Dice - The Rolling Stones
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70 years ago...
"Come on sweetheart, pretty please?" Roy slurred. Y/N could smell the booze coming of his breath. She was disgusted.
"If you straighten up and stop drinking, maybe," she angrily said, stomping off.
"Why not?" he whined. She heard stumble into cabinet.
"For the last time, Roy, I'm not having sex with you while you're drunk off your ass!" she spat, walking into her and her husband's shared bedroom.
Suddenly, Roy grabbed her and threw her into the wall.
"Don't you ever talk to me like that bitch!" he snarled, holding Y/N up by the collar of her dress. "You talk to me like that again, I'll fucking smash your head against the bedpost!"
"R-Roy!" she sniffled, blood dripping down her forehead. "I-I'm sorry just put me down! Please!" It was the first time Roy had ever been this violent.
Instead of putting her down, Roy threw Y/N down on the bed.
"What are you doing Ron?" she said, as he unbuckled his belt. She backed up the headboard.
"I don't give a damn, if you wanna have sex with me or not, you're fucking doing it!" he said, grabbing Y/N and pulling off her dress.
"Roy, stop!" she cried out, attempting to get out of his grasp.
"Stay still," he growled, biting harshly on her neck.
"Roy-"
"You say one more fucking word, and I'll gut you like a fucking pig,"
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After months of this Y/N finally had enough.
Being careful not to wake her husband, she slipped out of bed as quietly as she could.
Tip toeing over to the closet, she grabbed the overnight bag that she had packed the previous night. She was going to stay at her mothers and deal filing the divorce in the morning.
"Where do you think you're doing?" said a voice out of the blue.
Y/N whipped her head around and saw Roy standing in the closet doorway in nothing but his boxers.
"Roy!" she said, pushing away the overnight bag with her feet. "What are you doing up so late?"
"I could ask you the same thing, sweetheart," he said menacingly, walking towards her "You're not trying to leave, are you?"
"No of course not I-" Roy seized her wrist.
"I know when you're lying to me, Y/N," he growled. "Now tell me the truth, were you trying to leave?"
"No, no! I was just-"
Roy grabbed onto her throat, and squeezed as hard as he could.
"I told you what was going to happen if you ever tried to leave!" he snarled, spitting in her face.
"R-" she choked out. "R-R-Roy-"
"Save it, slut," he said calmly, bringing his other hand up to her throat. "You're going to die and it's all your fault."
Y/N's vision was starting to get blurry, black dots were clouding her vision. Desperate to live, she started to feel around the shelves of the closet for anything she could use to defend herself. She finally found a hammer. She didn't know why Roy kept his tools in their closet, but she was grateful that hhe did in this moment.
As hard as she could, she swung and hit Roy's head with the hammer.
CRUNCH!
With a bloodcurdling scream, Roy let go of Y/N, falling to the floor.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO!" he screamed, blood pouring out of head wound. Roy tried to stand up but he fell down. "I'M SORRY FOR WHAT I DID TO YOU Y/N!" he sobbed, tears streaming down his face.
"Don't give me that crap, Roy," Y/N said coldly, brandishing the bloody hammer. "If you were really sorry, you wouldn't have done it at all."
"Y/N please just for-"
His sentence was replaced with another scream.
"DO. NOT. SAY. YOU. ARE. FUCKING. SORRY. YOU. ASS. HOLE." she screamed. After ever word she said, Y/N hit him with the hammer, until he wasn't recognizable.
She dropped the hammer, satisfied that he was finally dead. Y/N was surprised at the fact that she was so calm, despite just killing her husband.
Grabbing some clean clothes from the hangers, she quickly changed into a new set of pajamas. No longer needing, to stay at her mothers, she unpacked the overnight bag and put the clothes away.
Before she walked out of the closet, she looked back at Roy's dead body.
"I wish I did this sooner," Y/N muttered, closing the closet door and settling back into bed.
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husk doesn't get enough love I swear, I just wanna hug him and give him a big ol' kiss <33
stay safe and drink lots of water <33
xoxo, Izzy
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