Rydellington Oneshots (Discontinued)

Never Again

Trigger warnings: mentions of suicide, abusive relationship

My boyfriend hit me for the first time a year into our relationship.

He used to be the sweetest, kindest person I knew, but he became someone else after that first year. It was after he had been at work all day, and was forced to stay late due to one of his co-workers messing something up in the system. He, as the manager, had to stay late and fix it.

He was supposed to get off three hours ago, but Rydel wasn't really worried. He was forced to stay late all the time, due to one of his new co-workers always messing things up. Rydel was used to it, but she would always stay up late to wait for him to get home. Sometimes Rydel thought he smelled like perfume that didn't belong to her, but knew she was probably just being paranoid. Rydel sat in the living room for hours before Ellington finally arrived home.

"Hey Ell." Rydel says, smiling at him tiredly as he enters the room.

Ellington stays silent, an agitated look on his face. He sits down on the opposite end of the couch as Rydel, staring into space.

"Ell? You alright?" Rydel asks, scooting closer to him and lying her hand on his shoulder gently.

"Shut up." Ellington mumbles, barely audible.

"What?" Rydel asks confusedly, not sure she had heard him right.

Before she can process what's happening, she hears a loud noise, and her cheek begins to sting.

"God damn it, Rydel! Can't you just shut the hell up for once? You're so Goddamn annoying sometimes!" Ellington screams.

Rydel doesn't register what he's saying, because she could only process one thing; Ellington had hit her. He of course apologized the next day, and promised to never do it again. He of never kept that promise.

Rydel sat with the sleeping pills and a glass of water laid of in front of her, considering her options. There was no way out of this relationship with Ellington, and she had all the bruises to prove it. Rydel stood up to look into the mirror.

When she looked in the mirror six months ago, she would've seen a confident, beautiful girl. She used to be confident in her looks. Until Ellington began abusing her. Now, all she saw was a broken girl who was beaten and bruised. She had a black eye that she hadn't bothered covering today. Her arms barely had any of her regular skin tone in sight. She was beaten, and there was no way out. Her brown eyes were lifeless, and her blonde hair sat limp against her shoulders, the roots showing more than usual. Without a second thought, she realized there was only one way out.

She sat back down on the floor, and swallowed pill after pill. Then, she waited until she passed out.

***

Rydel woke up to tons of beeping noises around her, and a hand clutching her own. Her eyes burst open, everything blurry for a second as her eyes adjusted to the bright lighting. She looked to her left and saw Ellington asleep, clutching her hand in his own. Rydel smiled happily at him, before remembering everything he had done to her. She yanked her hand from his in disgust, causing him to wake up.

Ellingtons eyes shot open, and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Delly, baby, your awake! I am so sorry, I know it's my fault. I'll
never do it again!" Ellington exclaims, reaching for her hands.

Rydel scoots away from him, shaking her head as tears of anger began to form in her eyes.

"No, Ellington. You said that the first time. You deserve to be put somewhere that you can be published, or get help. You have ruined so much of my life. I'm not coming back to you this time. I'll always love you, but I'm not coming back this time. Leave now." Rydel says, an angry tone to her voice.

"But-"

"Get out, Ellington. I don't want to see you again. Ever."

So he left, and he followed her wishes. She never saw him again. Rydel healed mentally and physically, but she never trusted easily again.
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I'm sorry for the sad ending, but I'm tired of fanfiction continuing to romanticize abusive relationships, self-harm, and other things related to those. Self-harming is not a way to solve your problems. Please, talk to someone, talk to someone who can help you. If you are in an abusive relationship, find a way to get yourself out. Call the police. Call someone. You should never forgive someone who says they 'care about you' for abusing you. No matter how much you love someone, your own health is more important. I care about every single one of you. This just needs put out there. I am not recommending that any of you talk to me, some stranger from the internet, if you're having serious issues like these. Please, tell someone you care about. Tell the police. Tell a counselor. Tell a teacher. Tell someone you trust. Anyone, just tell someone, because you will get through this. Here are some international suicide hotlines for all of you lovely people, because you're all worth saving:

http://www.suicide.org/international-suicide-hotlines.html

Here are some U.S. domestic abuse hotlines for all of you, I'm sorry, but I couldn't find international ones, please leave them in the comments below if you can:

http://www.womenshealth.gov/violence-against-women/get-help-for-violence/violence-help-hotlines.html

I love every single one of you. If you were to die today, know that I would care.

I was not trying to make Ellington seem like a terrible person. Ellington is so sweet and amazing in real life; this was just to support my point, a full work of fiction.