A/N:
Sorry for not posting. And I'll switch between Lucy's and Tim's pov because it's easier. But not in the middle of chapters or something. Hope you like it!
Lucy had been acting strange for a while, but I hadn't expected her to pass put right in front of me.
In the last week's, she had been snappy, flinching, and just not her all happy self. I hated that. I saw how she was day for a day, always a little bit more losing her spark, and I just couldn't figure out why.
There she was, laying on the floor, looking so vulnerable, so weak, even when she was one of the strongest people I know.
I bent down to pull her away from the table and gently lay her in front of me. As I pulled out the jacket she had been wearing lately, even tho it was summer, I noticed bruises covering it. I used the jacket because I hadn't my own, to put it under her head.
In the amount of time since she had passed out, the others also had called an ambulance and then rushed over to her.
Lucy started to move, opened her eyes, they went wide, and she began to panick. She moved fast to get up, but I pushed her down to not cause another dizziness.
"It's okay, Lucy. You're fine now."
I tried to calm her, but it didn't work. Angela told her to drink and eat a little. She held a glass and a few fries in her hands. Lucy took the glass gratefully and drank all of the water, but when it came to the fries, she looked almost helpless and, for short, unsure what to do. She decides not to touch them.
"Sweetie, come on. It'll help."
But still Lucy shook her head and refused to eat them.
"It's okay! I-I am fine!"
She tried to get up again, and this time, it was Angela to keep her down.
"No, you're not! You just passed out. You stay here until you were checked out by the ambulance! I also called Chris."
"Wh-what? WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?!"
Even in her state, Lucy, in the first moment, looked like she'd attack Angela. Then, her breathing quickened, and she fell slightly backward. For a little moment, I wasn't sure if she might pass out again, but fortunately, she didn't.
I let out a short sigh of relief before focusing back to calming her.
"Lucy, please stay calmly onto the floor and eat a few fries. Nobody here wants you to pass out again, ok?"
Especially I didn't.
"And should we tell Chris not to come?"
She hesitated. She looked around as if she was checking if she could trust us. Why? I couldn't tell yet. Then she threw a brief look at the bruises on her arm, then nodded.
An idea shot into my head. Did Chris this bruises to her?! I swear if he had, I would kill that guy, and that with a joy, you wouldn't recognize me.
It would explain a lot. If he had hit her, she definitely would've had a reason to become clingy and to just act off. It'd also explain the change in her eating. Maybe he was making comments about it. Maybe he was the reason that the love of my life had just passed out! Maybe-
Wait a moment.
Did I really just think the love of my life? Yep.
Oh, I'd definitely kill him with joy. A lot of joy.
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Abusive Chris
RomanceI think the title explains it. I won't uptade as long chapters as I usally do in my stories, because I don't have that much time in the moment, but I hope you still like it. A/N: Open ending, sorry.
