traumatized

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- TW : mentions of rape
- dont read if uncomfy, or just skip! :)
- sad
- wholesome i swear
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it was my birthday party. i had a lot of people over, and a lot of people were drunk except me. i heard a bunch of laughing, and when i turned i saw a lot of people by my bedroom door. i ran upstairs. "alright, who's the second guy?" some guy yelled, coming out of my room.

i walked over, pushing people out of the way. i saw a girl laying in the middle of my bed, with her dress on, but off her body. her hair disheveled and bruises on her body. she scooted back as a man walked into my room. "no please.." she begged, crying. i grabbed the guy by the back of his neck. "she said no." i said, shoving him out of my room. "out!" i yelled, and everybody left my room. i closed my door and locked it, going over to her.

"hey.." i whispered. "please don't hurt me." she cried. she had mascara down her cheeks. "i'm not gonna hurt you.. you're safe with me." i nodded. she just looked terrified and in shock. "can i..?" i pointed to her dress. she looked at me and softly nodded. she couldn't seem to let go of my pillow. i fixed her straps and pulled her dress down. her heels were on the floor. i picked them up, and set them in my closet. i went into my bathroom and grabbed a rag, wet it, and walked back over to her.

"can i help you?" i asked softly. she looked at me at first before nodding. i removed her mascara gently. all she did was stare into my eyes. "do you want me to take you home?" i was talking to her like she was fragile. like one wrong word and she would break. she shook her head. "do you want to stay here?" she nodded. "what's your name?"

"y/n.." she shook my hand. "vinnie." "thank you vinnie." she whispered. i smiled, going into my closet and grabbing a shirt and some boxers for her. "you can change if you want, so you can be comfortable. and i left an extra toothbrush and toothpaste on the counter for you."

i went downstairs. "get everybody out." i said to one of my friends. "what? why?" "i don't wanna talk about it. and especially him." i said, pointing to the guy who was about to rape her next. i saw the first guy, and went over to him. he wanted to shake my hand, but my fist collided with his face. he fell over, and i got on top of him, punching him over and over and over and over. what he did was messed up, and no woman should be treated like that. "you get the fuck out of my house and never come back." i whispered in his ear and he left with everybody else.

i went back up to the room, and when i walked in she was walking to my bed and sat on it. "are you feeling okay?" i asked, reaching out to rub her arm, but she gasped and flinched, thinking i was going to hit her. "hey.. i'm not gonna hurt you okay?" i was speaking to her softly. "okay." she nodded.

*the next day, 10:37pm*

i took her home, and gave her my number incase she needed me. i was streaming when she called me. i muted myself. "hi y/n." i smiled. all i could hear were her sobs. "what's wrong? are you okay?" "i need you." she sobbed so hard she couldn't breathe. "okay, im on my way." i said, not even ending the stream. i just left. i went at least 20 over the speed limit, going to her apartment. i ran inside the building, and in the elevator, pressing the button repeatedly. "come on hurry up!"

i ran to her room, and knocked on the door. she opened it, and her eyes were red and puffed up. i walked in, closing the door behind me. she immediately wrapped her arms around my waist. it's like i was her safe place. i could feel her body shaking from how hard she was crying. i kept telling her it was okay. i led her to the couch, where she rested her head in my lap. and within a couple of minutes, she fell asleep. i played with her hair.

it was the next morning. i was on the couch, my elbow holding my arm up, which held my head. she was still dead asleep. i picked her up, and moved her to her bedroom. i covered her up and closed the door. i opened her fridge, and saw stuff to make breakfast.

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