slut - Alexia Putellas

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good evening everyone.

no words from my side today besides informing you that some may be triggered from this, and the next couple of chapters. i won't spoiler, but just so you're warned.

enjoy those two, or... well...
find out yourself ☕️✍🏼

Yes, Erin managed to behave herself.

But it was a struggle. A tremendous struggle. So much so that she hurried through her appointments and events in England, rescheduled her flight, and returned a day earlier than planned.

Why?

She yearned to return to Barcelona. Back to Alexia. She craved her presence. Every bit of it. Of her. Of Alexia. After weeks of being inseparable, four days apart felt like an eternity - a stretch too long for Erin to endure.

She settled the cab fare as it pulled up outside the athlete's home, fumbling for her keys as she approached the front door with her luggage.

Lugging her belongings up the steps toward the entrance and into the elevator, her anticipation grew with each breath as she ascended. The familiar click of the key turning in the lock brought a rush of relief as she pushed open the door, greeted by the quiet emptiness of the apartment.

Inside, the air held a faint scent of Alexia's perfume mingled with the fresh breeze from the open balcony door.

"Ale?"

Calling out softly, Erin dropped her bags by the entrance, half-expecting the Ballon D'Or winner to appear from around a corner, which she didn't.

There was no response.

As she began unpacking her belongings by the kitchen island, she heard the familiar patter of Nala's paws on the floor, the excitable pup bounding toward her, tail wagging furiously.

"Hey princess," Erin cooed softly, bending down to scoop the little ball of fluff into her arms. "Where's Ale, hm?" she whispered, rubbing Nala's ears gently.

The little pup squirmed happily, turning in the blonde's hold as she's sat back down, and bounced toward the closed bedroom door.

The therapist chuckled softly, praising Nala as she followed her. She approached the bedroom door, her hand reaching for the doorknob, when suddenly, she froze.

There were noises.

Noises.

Strange noises emanating from inside the bedroom - muffled voices and the rustling of sheets, and the sound of... of... moans.

Moans.

Confusion flickered across Erin's face. Doubt and worry crept in, but she pushed them aside, telling herself it was probably nothing. But still, the sounds were unmistakable, curiosity gnawing at her.

Taking a deep breath, she grasped the doorknob, and turned it slowly, unsure of what - or who - she might find on the other side.

Cold fingertips trembled slightly as she pushed the door open, her heart pounding into her ears.

A part of her wanted to retreat.

A part of her wanted to give Alexia privacy, and have that conversation later.

A part of her needed reassurance.

A part of her needed to see for herself what was going on.

And that part of her won.

With a deep, shaky breath to steady herself, the blonde pushed the door open inch by inch.

The room beyond was dimly lit, the curtains drawn against the bright afternoon sun. But as the door swung open wider, Erin's eyes fell on Alexia, lying on the bed, naked, entangled in sheets.

And with another woman between her legs.

Slut.

Erin's jaw clenched, the sight hitting her like a physical blow.

Confusion and hurt flooded her senses.

She stood in the doorway, frozen and unable to move, unable to tear her gaze away, her mind racing to process what she was seeing.

Alexia's eyes were squeezed shut, her lips parted in ecstasy, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. Her fingers gripped brunette curls tightly as the stranger devoured her eagerly.

Slut.

In that moment as she stood there in the doorway, unnoticed, Erin felt a mix of overwhelming emotions.

Betrayal.

Sadness.

Anger.

Questions clamored in her mind, but she couldn't find the words to speak. The noises of the room stretched taut, moans mingling with the sound of her own ragged breaths.

Finally, Erin managed to croak out a single word, thick with emotion and disbelief.

"Slut."

At the unmistakably hurt sound of that voice, Alexia's eyes snapped open, her gaze immediately finding the door. Dark eyes widened with realization and guilt as she quickly pushed the brunette off her.

"Erin-"

"I should've known it was inevitable. You'll never change."

Her broken voice cut through the charged air, heavy with disappointment and pain.

And she couldn't do this.

She couldn't bear another moment with this betrayer, with this slut.

Turning sharply, she strode away and slammed the bedroom door shut behind her, snatching her bag from the kitchen counter and, before she knew it, she was out the front door.

The echoing slam of the wood reverberated through the apartment, and Alexia's heart sank as she sprang to her feet, hastily gathering her clothes to chase after her.

After Erin.

"Erin!"

Her throat tightened, heart sinking as she scrambled down the stairs to block the blonde's exit, her knee protesting with every stride, each step a painful strain as she relied on the handrail to steady herself.

"Erin!!!"

But it was no use.

Erin's expression was a mix of hardened resolve and hurt, betrayal etched on every line as she dashed down the stairs, wiping her tears as she reached the first floor.

"You promised me things were different now!" She shouted, her voice cracking with frustration, voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "And I believed you!"

Alexia's heart shattered at the sound of her voice, and by the time she'd reached the first floor, Erin was already crossing the street. Alexia flung open the front door, rushing out just as the blonde's slender figure dared to disappear.

It was then that Alexia saw a car hurtling down the street at a breakneck speed. It was fast. Incredibly fast. So fast.

Too fast for Erin to notice.

"Erin!! Watch out, there's a-"

No.

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so... how will this end?

tomorrow. same time. #trigger