The Bad Batch - Mini Stories

Face Down (Omega & Crosshair Centric)

Warning: Mentions of Sexual Abuse - Directed at Omega's character (Megan), mention of abuse/rape further down and downright abuse, drug abuse mentions - nothing too detailed.

It has been four years since she had met the man of her dreams or so her family called it, as behind that friendly mask of her boyfriend was a horrible man who used his hands and body to punish for no reason but now she was stuck in the middle of a party as her family and his family interacted all because she was in a forced engagement. Yet, she kept smiling despite the pain her body had gone through. She couldn’t ruin the night for her family especially since they had all managed to get time off just to join, most of her family worked in law enforcement while her father was a huge billionaire and her fiancé’s family were huge in business, so the combination of these two families would be extraordinary. 

“Megs! Come dance!” one of her friends suggested, she rolled her eyes gesturing that she had to take a breather. She headed outside to breathe, she thought she would have a minute, when a hand clasped around the back of her neck. 

“If you do not return to that party in the next fifteen seconds, I will make sure you can’t walk tomorrow and I will invite my three brothers over. Fill your holes up for hours” the hand on the back of hair only loosened when another presence was felt. 

“Hey Megs, can I borrow you for some girl trouble?” Hera’s voice had Megan wiping her tears away and whipping around. 

“Of course” Megan immediately kissed her fiancé’s cheek before she took her best friend’s hand and allowed her to guide her to the bathroom. 

“Okay, what was that? What’s really going on Megs?” 

“Nothing” 

“Don’t give me that crap. I know he’s hurting you, just tell me what I can do and…” Hera never finished as Megan sobbed, Hera easily guided her into her arms, they heard the door and moved into a cubicle. Hera held Megan close to her especially when they heard the sister of Megan’s fiancé’s. 

“Typical, he marries a slut, hmm, I wonder if any of the brothers are available” her voice faded away as Hera whispered to Megan that it was all clear. Megan didn’t move as she removed her clothing to do her business, Hera gasped seeing the finger marks, the bruises, the cuts, the words, the everything…

“We have to tell someone” 

“No!” 

“Megs, this can’t go on any longer and if I’m right I heard the threat…let me handle it…” 

“Don’t tell anyone, promise me Hera. No one can know” Megan cleaned up, Hera could only sigh as she nodded, Megan hugged her before putting on an act as the two exited the toilet. Megan was totally unaware that Hera had sent an anonymous text to a soon to be gate crasher. 

“So, next time. Make sure you insert it at a better angle otherwise discomfort…” 

“Baby, is everything alright?” 

“Of course, Hera just had tampon issues” Megan whispered, allowing her fiancé to kiss her, whistles went around as the DJ announced that the couple should come up on stage and say something. Megan of course went up first with her fiancé’s hand on her waist, she tried not to flinch especially when she couldn’t spot Hera. 

“We would like to thank everyone for coming and hope you see our party to the end before we head off to plan our wedding….” Megan ignored her fiancé as someone caught her eye, someone who had just walked into the room in a distressed black leather jacket with grey jeans and white top, brown boots and black shades. Fear gripped her throat as the couple opened the food where many moved to grab a bite before the party started.