Ever After 《Dan x Reader》|| danisnotonfire

II: Abuse

Y/B\G/N-your boyfriends/girlfriends name(if you don't have a boyfriend or girlfriend make up someone that's an asshole).

Later in the book I've just been doing Y/B/N and 'he' so change it at your will :) I'm sorry I just got lazy :((

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Abuse (abyōōz) to use wrongly; to mistreat; to insult; to harm physically, mentally or sexually

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It was a regular day for me in London. The weather was bad. The rent was very overpriced. The people were rude. And I had to go home to my very abusive yet loving boyfriend.

I never really wanted to go home and I always avoided it at all costs. It was just something I always did in order to be safe and unbruised. Y/B\G/N never hit me until we both moved in together.

Before that he used to yell and scream at me for no apparent reason. I very well knew he could be loud and rude at times but I never found him capable of these things such as bruises, stitches and irreparable scars when I first met him.

I loved him. I really did. He never hurt me unless I did something wrong or not completely right. I never once dared to make a mistake in front of him and it was a rare occasion where I'd never be jumpy and scared in front of him.

Maybe it wasn't an ever after with Y/B\G/N. But I never wanted to leave him not knowing what he would do to me.

I was currently leaving the building. I had just had a fight with Y/B\G/N and he really took it out on me this time. I left saying you had to work.

Work never really started that early for me, but I just couldn't be with him when it was that early in the morning, who knew how much he had to drink or what he was smoking the night before to get him in such a foul mood?

It was always the same story with Y/B\G/N, I would have had been cheating on him with one of the guys upstairs. He always claimed it to be Phil I was in love with and was cheating with.

All I ever knew was he was a bit crazy and knew Phil nor the other guy have ever been a major part of my life enough to cheat on Y/B\G/N with. As I patiently waited for the elevator to open, I slowly paced around the small space in front of it.

I had a few bags and little did Y/B\G/N know, I was slowly moving all of his stuff into another apartment downtown.

Tonight was different though. He found out about me moving his stuff and he got up and just left. Hitting me on the way out hard before leaving me to just cry in the hallway in agony.

I very well knew there was a camera there and it would be caught on the surveillance tapes which would be used for him to be charged with later with the current domestic abuse charges I have been planning to get put against him.

As the elevator opened, I stepped in and almost ran into this handsome young man. I did recognise him as the man who sat at the front desk in the early morning. He always watched me leave in the morning, my mind always in a fluster and sometimes crying. I could tell he truly did care. He did. I just didn't know how to thank him fully for keeping this all to himself between me and Y/B\G/N.

As the door closed his eyes kept facing forward and I snuck a quick glance at him. He was beautiful. I recognised him from the bookstore I always stopped in on your way home from work all the time. The bookshop had the best coffee and it was always quiet for a quaint little part of London.

Aha, he was Dan Howell. He had written a book with his best friend Phil Lester and they were one of the Internet's recent craze for the fangirl world. I had recognised him from the cover because they had a display of their books right as soon as anyone had walked in.

I smiled slightly taking in the pale soft skin and the brown eyes I saw from the side. And the small dimple he had in his cheek and he just looked so better in person instead of on the cover of a book.

As the elevator dinged once again, his attention went to the doors opening slightly and he walked out. Stopping in front of the elevator to look at the piece of art that was hanging outside of it.

He looked mesmerised by the art and you could see why. It was beautiful. I have never seen anything at all like that in my many years of enjoying art I've never come across such a beautiful and intriguing piece of art.

As soon as I walked out of the lobby, the cold wind hit me. My arms instantly wrapping themselves around me as a survival method to keep warm. It was getting close to winter here in London and I didn't enjoy it.

A white cloud breathed out of my mouth as I exhaled the cool and heavy air. It seemed the more I took in, the harder it was to physically breathe.

I continued walking down the pavement, my shoes making a slight clicking sound as I ventured down the street to the 24 hour coffee shop I spent many night at until morning when I had to work.

I walked in and a small chime was heard when the door opened. I saw Herb, the old man who has taken me in and cares for me and talks to me about Y/B\G/N. I never wanted to talk to him about it in the first place, but Herb was a good guy. He never once criticised or judged. He always called him an asshole and it was always a good time with Herb.

Herb sat down with a pot of coffee and we drank it dry in what seemed like five minutes. I knew it was longer than that but with Herb, I can always get whatever's off my chest.

We talked and talked about Y/B\G/N and I couldn't stop thinking about Dan. Even though I haven't ever really talked to him, I just couldn't keep my mind straight on the problem in front of me which was my boyfriend(or girlfriend), (name.)

Herb was an older man, a retired paramedic and he just cared for people the way people should. He was 84 and ran this shop by himself so he can support and pay his wife; who's in an assisted living program.

Mary had a major case of Alzheimer's. They diagnosed it when she was 53, she was devastated and by this point she doesn't know anyone. She can't remember anything at all from the alphabet to the words she spoke a minute ago.

Herb was scared to be alone, I knew that. That's why I always checked in on him and had a nice chat with him whenever I could fit it into my schedule. I cared for him more than I ever did for Y/B\G/N. I just saw Herb as a source of comfort, good coffee and a friend I wish I could have forever.

I knew his day was coming close to the shop being shut down or him dying soon. Herb had told me that I was in his will. Saying that I get half the money of his, and the other half goes to his wife.

Herb always told me I was the daughter/son he never had. Also in the will, I get the cottage they owned in Italy where they used to go for their summer holiday and I get half the earnings from the house when it's sold it I get to keep it at my wish. Herb loved me I really knew he cared for me truly.

As I finished up my last cup of coffee, I phoned in to work earlier and said I had the stomach flu, which wouldn't be good as a receptionist in the OB/GYN wing of the hospital. So I wrapped my coat around me and walked back towards my flat in the foggy Thursday morning only thinking of one person; Dan.

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Okay so I wrote the first two chapters today and I am not proud at all.

I hate starting stories because I never know what style I'm going to use, what way I'm going to go with it and I just never know oK.

Anyways, it's currently 11pm and I'm facking tired. Idk why but I just am.

I'm all ready for school and I don't know why, I just need to by a rlly expensive god damn calculator. fml.(;_;)

But today's August 14th, 2016. So that's when this was written (:

Anaways ily and I'll probably write tomorrow △

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