WARNING; mention of sex abuse and daily abuse is included. If you are uncomfortable with this subject, please do NOT read. Thank you!
She ran, not taking a single glance at the man running after her. Her lungs burned, including her now opened cuts and bruises. She didn't care, all she wanted was to be out of that hell hole. Her eyes stung as the dry tears made it hard for her to blink. Her breathing was jagged, losing oxygen. Blood ran down her scared arm, making a stinging sensation. Her eyes darted to a near by strip club, most likely the safest place to go. Taking a sharp turn down the street to the icky place was all it took to be free. "Get your ass back here!"
She didn't stop. She felt disgusted to. Knowing she would only put her life on the line. Her bloodshot eyes, almost to the point of being crimson. She felt as if she died. Her body ached as her privates smelled liked his beer smelling breath. She was violated. Harassed and raped. She felt like a whore. She's been living like that for months, only to just now make her escape. Ironicly, the same night he wanted to stay and touch her more. After she pushed through the doors of the sweaty club, she ran towards a lonesome bar tender.
"Please, sir. Please help me!" Tears upon her eyes. His emerald eye scanned her, pity amongst the female. "Is something wrong?"
"Please let me use your phone.."
(Time skip)
(Y/N) sat in the back of the bar, the employees only section. "I'm sorry to hear that.. Do you have any family?" She shook her head,the blonde frowning at her as she did so. "Well, my shift ends in an hour, you can crash at my place."
She shot her head up, refusing the offer. "I couldn't. For all you know, I could be a slut on the streets!"
"And your not. It's someplace safe or that horrid sex dungeon."
She stayed silent, her lips pursed as her eyebrows furrowed. She finally sighed, knowing he had a point. "Fine, just... Please don't hurt me."
He shook his head, a soft smile on his face. "I won't, and I promise. By the way, you can call me Adrien."
"(Y/N).."
He smiled. "Once we get home, you can clean yourself up."
(Later)
The torn down woman placed her aching body into the steaming water, relief washing over her body. A shiver ran up her spine as the hot liquid washed around her. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she was very thankful. She felt as if she was alive again. She grabbed the mens' body soap, squirting some on her brusied body (in which Adrien would heal after her bath.)
Rubbing the cold soap along her disgusting body, she heard a faint knock. "(Y/N), I laid some clothes on my bed for you to wear." She relaxed and thanked him. She was very thankful for the male. Thinking there wasn't hope, he has shown her that there was. After her very soothing bath, she was soon changed into Adrien's baggy clothes. His strawberry pink shirt hung off her shoulders, stopping at her thighs. As for his shorts were worn as boxers. She felt clean, her body finally calmed as Adrien began cleaning her fresh cuts. "...Thank you, very much."
"You're very welcome."
She watched as he wrapped her legs up, then cleaning her bruised chest and stomach. She didn't mind, seeing how she had much worse. He drew his fingers over her bruises, pushing in slighty, making her wince. "My friend's a doctor, so I know that the blood in your bruises should die down in a few weeks or so," he explained in a gentle voice. She nodded, relieved that she would be fine. Though to Adrien, he was surprised that she survived through that torture. "You can take my bed, I'll take the couch."
She insisted she take the couch, though, he only told her she was stubborn.
Though she took the bed, she still felt uncomfortable. As if James would find her again. As she laid on his soft bed, she stared into darkness.. Not sleeping on the floor was a relief. Though, with an empty spot by her, she felt incomplete.
Though there is a bright side to this. Her eyes were back to their normal and happy (E/C) ones again.
Instead of those crimson eyes.
Part two should come in the future! Until then, bye!
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Butterfly [Chat Noir One-shots]
FanfictionHe enjoys pointing a gun to his head. She enjoys markings instead. "WARNINGS/RULES" ✖Swearing ✖Gore ✖Abuse/sexual abuse [very rare] ✖Taking request ✖Will take lemon request [also rare] ✖Contact privately for name inserts