You Know (C.C / You)

fifteen

Five Years Ago, Virginia

"Are we really gonna do this?"

"No," I shook my head. "I'm going to do it. You're gonna stay back, okay?"

"But I wanna help!" Reese quietly exclaimed, her voice weak. She was curled up in the corner, knees to her chest.

"You can't get hurt, okay?" I muttered, but before she responded, I heard the doors unlock. "Stay away, Reese."

"Ooh Y/N!"

His voice was booming, his words were slurred. He stumbled in, gun in his left hand. He was right handed, though. In his right hand held a beer.

"Get over here, little girl!" he practically snarled.

I licked my lips, giving Reese a reassuring nod. I slowly walked over, and when I was close in range, he grabbed me by the shoulder, pulling me close. I could smell the whiskey on his breath. He bitterly chuckled and pushed me to the ground.

"You're a fucking disgrace," he growled. "You and your sister both."

I grunted as he kicked me in the stomach, twice. He stopped, "Get the fuck up! Fight back you bitch!"

I planted my hands on the ground, lifting myself up. He waved the gun around, then pointed it at my face.

"I should just kill you now," he spat. "Get it done and over with."

"Then do it," I said, but instantly regretted it as he hit me in the eye with the gun. I gasped, and I heard Reese do the same. "Look away, Reese. That's all you have to do."

"No - no," he shook his head. "Reese never gets her punishment. Get the fuck up, you worthless whore."

I set my jaw, "Don't, Reese."

"Do it! Now!" he shouted, causing us both to flinch. "Fine then. I'll just lift you up myself."

He threw the beer bottle near her, but it missed her and hit the wall, shattering into pieces. Reese glanced down at the shattered pieces, then looked at me, then him as he walked over. I knew what she was going to do.

"Reese don't!" I screamed as she picked up a shattered piece of glass, stabbing him in the stomach.

"You little bitch!" he screamed as he gasped. Blood oozed from his stomach. Reese ran past him and over to me.

"Stay back, now," I demanded. I ran over to him and snatched the gun from his hand.

I pointed it at his head. He stared at me, wide eyed and drunk.

"Run, Reese. Try and find help," I told her, and she hesitantly nodded, running out of the room.

"Put the gun down, Y/N," he told me, slowly walking towards me. With every step he took, I took one back. "You won't shoot it. You're too scared to."

My hands wrapped around the trigger.

"You're just a pathetic little bitch," he spat. "Like your mother. Or was."

I clenched my jaw, holding the gun firmly.

"Reese is just like you - fucking pathetic. You all are pathetic! You all are whores! You stupid son of a bit-"

I pulled the trigger.

•

Present Day, Miami

I gasped for air, jolting from the bed. Sweat covered my forehead, and I felt tears form in my eyes. My hands held tightly onto the covers, balling them up.

My chest weaved up and down. I couldn't breathe.

"Reese," my voice was weak, barely a whisper.

I deeply inhaled, then exhaled.

"Reese!" I shouted, louder this time. I heard a door slam open and shut, my bedroom door then swinging open and the lights flickering on.

Reese stood, eyes wide with worried. She rushed over to me, sitting down next to me and wrapping her arms around my shoulder.

"It's okay, Y/N," she whispered. "It's okay. It was just a nightmare."

"I shot him," I murmured. "I had to. For you. For me. For us."

"I know," she rubbed my arm. "I know. It's okay. It's all gonna be okay."

"I killed a man."

"No, you didn't," she quickly defended. "You killed a monster. You saved me and yourself. You saved us, okay?"

I nodded, wiping my tears away, "Okay. Yeah. Okay."

"Okay," she whispered. "Let's get some sleep."

•

That Saturday, I had turned my phone completely off. I slept through the whole day too. My blinds were shut and I locked my door. Reese understood what I was doing, we've been through this before. She would occasionally check up on me, which I was grateful for.

Now, Sunday morning, I turned my phone on. I had a lot of text messages from Camila, Dinah, Normani, and Ally. I had a few from Lauren, surprisingly. Missed calls and voicemails too.

I ran a hand through my hair and FaceTimed Camila.

"Y/N! Are you okay!? I thought you died!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Sorry. I just needed a day to myself."

She frowned, "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," I forced a smile. "Everything is perfect. Where are you?"

"I'm at the park," she told me, glancing around. "With Dinah, Normani, and Ally. Ally is keeping me company as Dinah and Normani walk around."

"Oh," I nodded. "Where's Lauren at?"

Camila shrugged, "I don't know. Ally, do you know?"

"No," I heard Ally faintly say. "And hi Y/N!"

"Hey Als," I smiled. "And okay. I'll talk to you later?"

"Yeah," she smiled at me. "Bye!" she cutely waved, and I smiled again, then hung up.

I sighed and put my phone down. I tied my hair up into a messy bun, then left my room.

I silently groaned as I walked into the kitchen, "Hello, Lauren. How can I help you?"

I looked at Reese, who shrugged. Lauren sat at the dinner table across from her.

"Everyone was worried," Lauren said. "And we just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I'm fine," I quietly said, but I could tell by her face that she probably knew what this was about. "Lauren. I'm fine."

"Okay, okay," she defended herself, standing up. "I'm gonna go now. But if you ever wanna talk..I'm here."

She looked genuine, so I nodded.

"Okay," I softly said. "Thanks."

And then she left.

"She's not that bad, you know?" Reese questioned. "She's nice and funny."

"I know," I murmured. "But she knows a lot about us, Reese."

•••

this was written at 3:30 a.m. but there's a little insight on how y/n and Reese got away, and how flashbacks and nightmares effect y/n.

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-Gracie