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What the hell (D.R)

⚠️Abuse. Substance abuse. Language. Mentions of sex

*Your POV*

"And I work—Like a dog! Day and night! Livin' off of coffee from a pot- none of you wanna touch?!" Taraji P. Henson screamed on the TV while I prepared tonight's dinner. I had gotten a late start because I had to go to the store to buy some last minute ingredients, do a work call, and I got distracted by the movie. I was still chopping up my seasonings and marinating my meat when my fiancé came home.

"Hey sweetheart, how was work?" I asked as he put his keys on the hook, "Busy.. I'm starving.. you aren't done yet?" "Yeah.. sorry.. late start.. uh- uhm I can make you a snack.. want charcuterie? Or uhm a sandwich?" "No. You put way too much filling in it last time. It was soggy." He responded monotonously.

I don't know what's been up with him. The past few weeks he's been not appreciating me and being snappy and easily annoyed. I don't know what I did to him..

He went in the bedroom to shower and change into his pajamas. I still wasn't done cooking when he left was dressed. He changed the channel without asking me if I was still watching my movie and put it on wrestling (idk man). A couple of minutes later, his food was plated out. Everything separate cause he doesn't like to mix his foods. It was hot and fresh. "David, the food is ready!" I called out as I plated my own food, "Bring it here" no please? Jeez..

I put the plate and his ice cold drink on the coffee table in front of him. No thank you. "Anything else?" "Why'd you give me so much?? Want me fat or something??" "Y- you said you were starving.. so I gave you more.." there's always something wrong. He rolled his eyes and took a bite. Then, he spit it out. "What the hell, David?"

He quickly rose and launched at me *slap* I gasped in shock. I never thought David would hit me.

When we were a month or so into our relationship, I told him about my abusive ex and he promised me he'd never lay a finger on me. So what is this?

"Are you trying to kill me with salt??" "What?! I just tasted it! It was fine!" He slapped me again, "Don't talk back to me— bitch!" My eyes went wide, and he never curses at me. Calling me a bitch?? What is going on here?!

"What the hell has gotten—," then it hits me, a strong strong smell, "Are you drunk right now?" "I don't get drunk!" "Yes you do! You stink of vodka!"

I ran to the door, put on my slides, and snatched David's keys. I ran out into the driveway and unlocked his car. The smell was even more intense in here. A big bottle of vodka on his passenger seat. An small empty bottles of other alcohols in his backseat. I stared in disbelief.

I re-entered the house with the half drank bottle of vodka in my hand. "What the fuck is this? Huh?? What is wrong with you David? Why are you doing this?" "Give me my fucking alcohol and get the fuck out you whore!" "Whore?! I'm not the one who's had four wives and is trying to get a fifth with me! Take your bottle you fucking piece of shit!" I threw the bottle at the wall near his head and it shattered. "Get out before I fucking kill you!" I took my keys this time and drove to my dad's house.

I used my house key to get inside, "Dad! Dad— where are you? I need you!" I yelled from by the front door. "I'm in the study, Y/N" I ran up the stairs and into his home office.

*Hotch's POV*

Y/N barged into the house yelling that she needed me. She hasn't done that since her boyfriend hit her a cheated on her. I stood up from my desk as I heard her bolting up the stairs. "Dad!" Y/N ran to me and cried, tears wetting my sleep-shirt. "Honey, what happened?" "H- he h- h-," "Breathe Y/N.. look at me a calmly tell me what happened.." she took in a couple deep breathes. Still hiccuping over her words like she did as a kid when she cried. "David *hiccups* hit me.." "What?" There's no way that's what she said. I've worked with this man for years and I let him be with my daughter.. and he does this?? "He hit me.." she repeated. "Where?" She showed me the hand shaped bruise forming on her cheek.

"He's been drinking... a lot... there's a bunch of bottles in his car... I- I threw one at him and he threatened to kill me.." "I'm going to fucking end him." Even with Y/N being an adult now, I rarely ever curse in front of her, feels wrong. So when I dropped an F-bomb her jaw dropped aswell.

"Will you be good here if I go?" "I don't want to be alone.." she told me. So, I called Emily. "Emily, I need you at mine now. It's Y/N." Prentiss showed up quickly, parking behind Y/N's car. "What happened? What's that bruise?" "Rossi hit her. I'm gonna go beat the shit out of him."

I drove angrily to Rossi and Y/N's house. I peered into his car and saw scotch, and tequila, and all sorts of alcohols in his backseat. I opened the door which nobody locked back when Y/N left apparently. Gun in my holster just in case Rossi tries anything. The TV blared while Rossi gulped down a beer. There was a new dent in the wall with shattered glass below it from Y/N.

"Rossi!" I yelled from behind the couch, "Get the hell out Hotchner. I'm done with your bitch of a daughter. Wasn't even that good in bed." Ew why would he tell me that.. "Don't you dare call my daughter a bitch! The only bitch here is you! Can't use your words so you're hitting your fiancé! What the hell happened to you?? You used to be a good dude." "Who gives a damn?" "If you're gonna hit anybody, hit me! Be a man!"

Rossi got up a took a swing but missed me in his drunken state. I hit him and he stumbled back. He hit me this time but I was kind of a weak punch. I hit him again which knocked him down.

"Don't you dare speak to my daughter again unless it's to apologize for being a sorry ass of a man. Don't come to work either, bitch."

*Your POV*

My dad and Emily grabbed all my things from the house and brought them to my dad's house which is where I've been staying for the past few months. I've cried a lot, reminiscing my old life. When David and I were happy and in love. We haven't spoken since that day.. it's for the best right?

"Em, do you know how David's doing?" I asked her for the third time this month. "Y/N— sweetie— we talked about this. You need to let him go. He hurt you." "But-," "Y/N, no."

Oh and, just thought I should mention. My dad finally admitted him and Emily are together. Now, she's here almost all the time.

*days later*

The team was away on a case and I was home alone. "Ew why would she do that.. I'm getting second hand embarrassment" I said to myself as I read a book. Then, I heard the doorbell ring. I quietly walked down the stairs and then I heard the special knock. The one they use in frozen for Do you Wanna Build a Snowman? There's very few people in my life who know to use that knock for me. David is one of them.

I glanced through the peephole and there he was. "Y/N.. I see your car outside.. uhm.. I don't know if you're listening.. but I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the way I treated you in the end of our relationship. I don't know what possessed me to hurt you like that.. I stopped drinking.. I'm 60 days sober right now.. I just came from a meeting.. uhm I'm gonna leave the chip here as a peace offering.. I'm sorry.. I love you."

He left and a few minutes later I opened the door and picked up the chip. Over the course of the next months, he would keep coming and placing a chip under the mat when my dad and Emily weren't home. 

When he hit six months, I sent him a message. I'm proud of you David. Maybe after a few more months we can talk in person. But you need to prove that you want it. Keep going.

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