Rambling (Spencer X OC)

Dad...?

A/N - I just want to say, I do NOT own the characters in this story, other than Mylah, and a few others. This is based on the Criminal Minds series. This story will not follow the plot of the show, but some scenes may be based on it. The first few chapters may be a little slow, so I apologize for that, but I promise the angst will be worth it ♡ Enjoy!

      I stomped through the door angrily, but the fear on my face betrayed me.
"Mylah don't stomp in my fucking house!" The words flew out of Jared's mouth so casually, and so angrily. We had been dating for a little over 4 months. The first two were great, but he became possessive. Seeing me happy filled him with inexplicable rage.

     "You did this to yourself Mylah!" He yelled the words as spit shot out from his mouth.  We went to a party together, a party he suggested. I'm not sure when it happend, but over time I gave in to his controlling behaviour. I let him 'approve' of my outfits to keep from any fights, but I guess tonight, he changed his mind. I wore a tight black dress, tights underneath, per Jared's rule, and black wedges. He was fine with my outfit, but once we got to the party, he decided it wasn't okay anymore. I knew all of Jared's friends, and I wasn't fond of them. They were advantage taking pigs. I know why Jared was mad, one of them made a snarky comment about how good my legs looked, or how the dress held me perfectly, and he was going to yell at me in an attempt to feel better. I know it's not an ideal relationship, but I know leaving would make it worse. I'm only going to be in this city for another month, staying with a friend to support her emotionally. She had just lost both her parents in a wreck, and practically begged me to stay with her. I agreed to stay for 5 months. I thought it'd be good to clear my head, but everything just got worse.

     "MYLAH ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME RIGHT NOW!?" The words snapped me out if my thoughts, but that wasn't all. Jared pushed me up against the wall hard, now only inches away from my face. He roughly grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look at him.
     "YOURE NOT GOING TO FUCK UP MY NIGHT AND THEN IGNORE ME YOU LITTLE BITCH!" I felt his spit fly to my face, landing directly on my cheek. He slapped me across the face, and pulled me roughly away from the wall. He pushed me down on the ground, before yelling again.

     "You made me do this." His tone was now cold and bitter, and the fear I felt before, was now replaced with disgust. I wiped his spit from my face, but I could still feel it. I watched him angrily storm off to his room, as I continued scratching my face, trying to get the feeling to go away, but it didn't. Once he was gone I allowed myself to fully cry. I checked the time and it was 11:15 pm. I was taking a chance by calling my dad this late, knowing he had a demanding job as an fbi agent. I dialed the number, listening anxiously as it rang.

    "Hello, this is Aaron Hotchner speaking, how may I help you?"
     "Dad?" I asked quietly. I didn't want to worry him, but my voice cracks betrayed me.
    "Mylah? Mylah whats wrong? Are you safe?" His voice was firm, filled with worry.
   "Dad I need you to come get me." As the words left my mouth, I began sobbing.
     "I'm on my way. I'll be there 30 minutes." His voice was still firm, but it had now been filled with a sense of calming. Something only a parent could provide.
     "Dad, it's almost on hour drive."
     "I'll be there in 30 minutes." I stayed on the phone with him the entire time. I walked to Kelseys house, and grabbed all my things, waiting in the driveway. I told him what all happend, and I could practically feel the anger through the phone.
   "Mylah. I'll kill him." It provided me with a weird sense of comfort, knowing that he loved me so deeply for me, even though I hadn't been the best daughter.

     He pulled into the driveway, giving me a reassuring look as I cried. I climbed into the passengers seat, throwing my bags in the back seat. I looked out the window, trying not to break down again, but I could feel his eyes on me.
"Which house is his?" His tone was low and void of emotion. He was trying to hide his rage in an attempt not to scare me.
     "Dad. It's okay. I just want to go home." I turned too look at him. His knuckles were white due to his strong grip on the steering wheel. The rest of the drive home was pretty quiet. I threw in my earbuds, listening to music, trying to escape reality for just a little bit. The ride felt longer than it should have. Once we got back home, I crashed on the couch.