(Un)Break me - Rhea Ripley x reader

Emergency contact

a/n: is anyone still there? it's me im not dead (in theory), and i finally wrote a new chapter, along with other 5 that are ready and waiting to be published :) i cracked my head trying to find something to follow-up in the story but then it hit me: i have free will, and ill write what i know best. ON THAT NOTE, you better prepare your paper tissues bc the next few chapters will be INTENSE

have fun and lml what you think

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Nobody is shatter-resistant

Y/N's POV

After you told Rhea about your family and she reassured you at least a million times that you weren't being pathetic, you thought the stormy waters were behind you two. That maybe, just maybe, you could be granted some peace.

However, the universe and its cruel sense of timing, seemed to enjoy seeing how you two deal with pain because not even two days later, on a Thursday afternoon, just as you were stretched out on the couch with Josephine curled lazily in your lap and the sunlight slipping gently across the room, your phone buzzed.

You frowned at the caller ID on your phone. That should've been the first warning sign.

"Damian? What's up? Something's wrong?" You couldn't shake the uneasy feeling at the bottom of your stomach. Your mind started going a hundred miles an hour with possibilities of what may have happened to Rhea since it took Damian to call you.

"Chica, hey, uhm... could you come pick Rhea up?" Warning sign.

"I'm on my way, where?" You were up and slipping your shoes on in a split second. Although you had no idea what could possibly have happened, you knew it was bad .

"We're at the gym close to the performance center."

"What happened?" You asked worriedly, slamming the door shut on accident.

"I don't know." Warning sign.

"Put her on the phone." After some muffling, you hear Damian's voice from a distance, as if he wasn't holding the phone anymore.

'Rhea, it's Y/N on the phone'

"Demi... what's wrong?" You turn on the engine hoping that her voice would pop through the car speakers. Yet, you got no response except for the unsteady, sharp breaths coming from the other end of the line.

Warning signs. Warming signs. Warning signs.

Fuck, why is this goddamn traffic light still fucking red?! You curse the city traffic and everyone that decided to be in the way of you getting to Rhea as fast as you could.

"Softcake, are you ok?" You tried again, voice dipping low, the nickname slipping from your lips like a prayer.

You could hear how she was trying her best to hold it in - those wet little inhales, her trembled breath against the silence, like she was choking on the words that refused to leave her throat. But then you heard it: a strangled sob.

Then another.

And another.

So raw and unguarded it hurt you. You knew the feeling all too well: an ache so unbearable that sobs break free before you can stop it. An ache that doesn't come from any physical wounds.

And that realization doesn't calm you. Far from it. It only made you worry more.

You tighten your grip on the steering wheel.

"Hey, hey. Whatever it is, we'll figure it out. I got you. Always."

But she still didn't speak. She still couldn't.