Extra: So this happens every year at my house lol^^^ and yes my mommy has an obsession with rocks. In this one Alois abuses reader-Chan and reader-Chan decides to fight back! Betrothed!reader x Alois
Warnings: mentions of physical and mental abuse, and rape. And mental problems.
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I always had trouble fighting back against Alois. He always beat me, and I always allowed him to do it. He was my betrothed, so I never bothered to fight back. This was one of those times.
"Alois, let go of me!"
My cries echoed around the manor, but no one was there to save me. Everyone at this manor was either emotionless or crazy, and no one seemed to care if I was about to be raped.
Alois' tongue swept down my neck, and I shivered. He giggled into my skin, whispering to me.
"You can't ever leave me. I won't let you leave me."
He had discovered I was trying to run away from the manor. He found me and jumped on me, almost crying. And now here we were. Sitting in a hallway, my back against the wall, his body straddling mine.
I was only leaving because I missed my family dearly. Like I said, Alois is my betrothed, and everyone thought it was best I stay with him for a while, to get to know him.
I gasped as his hands traveled down my sides. He was really going to rape me, wasn't he? Tears slid down my cheeks as his hands explored my body.
"Please," I whimpered, wanting so punch him or something.
The hall was dark, and only one light was on. I glanced at the lamp on the small table on the opposite side of the hallway. Alois's mouth skimmed over the top of my breasts, and I didn't bother pushing away. His gripped loosened on me, thinking I was going to let him do whatever. With one quick movement, I pushed Alois back into the table. He hit with a thud. The lamp teetered, and then smashed to the ground. Something had changed. I wasn't going to allow him hurt me anymore. Those days are over.
We were enveloped in darkness. I jumped up, trying to see anything. I started running but suddenly there was a horrible cry.
"No! I hate the dark! Please, no!"
He started crying like a baby. I heard some glass crackling and a howl of pain. I stopped running, and listened to his cries for a moment. Alois may be crazy, but I know he truly is just really sad and depressed. I've always had a small soft spot for him. Ah, that stupid bitch got himself a small place in my heart no matter what.
His cries continued to get louder until my hand gripped his shoulder.
"Alois, get a grip." I said, trying not to be nice after he basically just tried to rape me.
"(Y/n), please..." he sniffled. Two hands gripped my arm and something warm and wet coated me. Blood.
I kneeled down, and reached for his head. I touched his soft locks softly, and massaged his head. He was still shaking and crying silently, but my presence was calming him greatly.
My hand slid down to his neck, and I thought about what I should do. I could run away and make him even more depressed, or stay here and potentially get raped. Me or him. That's the question. Me or this stupid crazy boy.
I slowly brought him in for a hug, pressing his head on my shoulder. I gingerly wrapped my arms around him, still unsure whether or not this was the right choice.
We hugged for a while, him sniffling every so often.
Suddenly a light came on. Claude was standing at the end of the hall, a lamp in his hand.
Alois couldn't see him, but I was sure if he did he would to him and forget all about me. Alois started to turn and I quickly shooed away Claude. With a blink of my eye, he was gone.
"What was- oh a light!"
The lamp was sitting at the end of the hallway, shedding light into the dark.
Alois jumped up and ran to the lamp. He picked it up and gave me a smile, blood splotched on his face. I was still kneeling, so I gave him a forced smile and got up. He ran back to me, and I flinched when he stopped abruptly in front of me. He reached up to my cheek, his hands bloody from the broken lamp and a hurt look on his face.
He was so bipolar.
"Are you scared of me?" He whispered.
I furrowed my eyebrows, not exactly sure how to answer.
"No, of course not."
A look of rage overwhelmed him, and I knew that I had said the wrong thing.
"But you should be! You should always fear me!"
His fingers ripped into the skin of my cheek, and I grabbed his hand and threw it away from me.
"You disgust me!" I called out. Blood dropped down my neck, and this angered me more. I should have never comforted him.
I brought my hand up under his nose, efficiently breaking it. Blood spurted out, and he cried out. We paused and then he lunged at me. I brought my elbow into his gut, and he lost his breath. I threw him off of me and brought my foot up, ready to break a rib or two.
"Wait, (y/n)!" He cried. He brought his hands up and his blue eyes connected with my eyes. I didn't pause, I didn't have an ounce of sympathy for him left. As soon as my foot connected with his chest, I heard a crack and realized I enjoyed this. Beating Alois like he did to me was fun.
Suddenly I was thrown into the other side of the hallway. My back hit the wall and I slid down. My eyes connected with Claude's. I knew I didn't have the ability to beat him up too. I stood up, ignoring the aching pain in my body, then disappeared into the dark. You won't be hurting me anymore, Alois. We're done, and if I ever see you again, I won't hold back beating you to a bloody pulp.
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