Fix You

Prologue

     Searing pain shot through y/n’s skull as the hateful brunette landed another blow to her  face. His once loving caramel eyes had long turned cold as he glared down at her pathetic form as she cradled her head in her arms to protect it from further damage. Her body screamed in agony from the freshly forming bruises that would litter her body. Scars from where he had hit her hard enough to break the skin branded her like a mocking reminder that she was nothing more than an object in his eyes. A rag doll in the hands of a monster. He had taken everything from her. Her peace, her joy, her worth… her innocence… All of it taken for his own sick amusement, and she hated him with every fiber of her being.

    Had someone told her that her fiance would one day beat her senseless, she would have thought them crazy. Jason Alexander as like a breath of fresh air when they had first started dating. His mess of chocolate brown hair fell into soft caramel eyes that  brought out the slight tan to his skin. His smile was warm, aiding in the allure of his athletically toned body. He was handsome with a kind and humorous personality to match. He was intelligent, sweet, and charming. The most alluring part of him? He wasn’t Sasuke Uchiha.
     
    Having left her home in Konoha the day after graduation, y/n had left without any intentions of looking back. She wanted to escape the pain of humiliation, and start fresh somewhere where no one knew who she was. Moving to America to live in New York had given her that fresh start in the beginning. She had enrolled at University of New York where she studied as an art major. Most of her spare time was working at a club as a bartender of selling her personal work on the streets of New York City to the tourists passing by.

    Back then, she was still the same nerdy nobody that she was back home. She didn’t stand out, she didn’t have any friends, nor did it bother her that she spent most of her time completely alone. In fact, she prefered the solitude to the drama that having friends brought. Back home, her friends consisted of the shy Hinata Hyuga and her cousin Neji, Naruto Uzumaki, Shino Aburame, Kiba Inuzuka, and Itachi Uchiha. Regrettably, she hadn’t stayed in contact with any of them.

      However, everything changed the day she met Jason. She would often see him running as she sat at her small booth, selling art. One day, some punk thought it would be funny to vandalize it all just to prove that he could. Fortunately, it was at the same time that Jason would run by, and stopped to knock the thug’s teeth in before making him apologize, and pay for the damage. From there, it was simply storybook. They became friends, she developed a crush, he confessed, stole her first kiss. It was all so unbelievably perfect that she should have known that something was bound to go wrong.

    Now, four miserably long years later, she was reduced to nothing more than a hollow shell. She had finished college, but only because she was ordered to so no one became suspicious. Since then, she was forced to be a ‘trophy wife’, who was required to dress like his own personal slut. He liked to see her dolled up before he tore her back down. He enjoyed the sound of her begging for him through her pain filled tears as he humiliated her.

     In the eyes of the people around them, they were the ideal couple. Both graduated from NYU with top grades, engaged, living in a beautiful loft that overlooked the beautifully lit city. Little did they know that their ‘ideal couple’ was nothing more than a sick facade to the hell that lurked behind the curtain of perfection. None of it would even matter. No one would even lift a finger to help her due to Jason’s father being the CEO of a top law firm. Jason would be out of jail with no paper trail in the blink of an eye with how many of N.Y.P.D.’s fine officers were in his pocket.

    Chuckling darkly, Jason knelt down and lifted the h/c girl’s face with a firm grip on her jaw, forcing her e/c eyes to meet his, “didn’t think I’d find your little bug out bag did you, Dollface? Just where did you think you were going to go? You’ve got nobody but me left.”

     Whimpering at the tight grip he had on her face, y/n mustered what false courage she had and spat in his face. Growling as he reflexively released her to wipe his face, y/n seized the moment as she ran into the kitchen, grabbing the knife from the counter and spinning back to face her furious fiancee as he stalked into the room with an evil glint in his eyes, “you pathetic little bitch. You think you’re going to stab me now?”

     Hurling a nearby chair into the wall across the room in unbridled anger, his rage filled brown eyes narrowed at her, making her flinch as his hate filled voice echoed off the walls of their loft, “I FUCKING OWN YOU, Y/N L/N! YOU AREN’T GOING ANYWHERE!”

     Everything leading up to this point seemed so mild as his rage reached a new level. No longer would it be a brief beating with some insults thrown in for extra measure. His stone cold eyes narrowed at her with a silent promise that she would never be allowed to leave him. Not unless she were dead.

    Panic surged through her as he stalked up to her like a predator cornering its prey. Every muscle was tense and ready to defend herself as the knife in her hand slashed through the air, forcing the lethal male to take a step back to avoid being struck by the sharp blade. However, his narrow escape from her desperate attempts to keep him at bay were cut short as he anticipated her next swing.

   Quick like a flash of lightning, Jason had knocked the blade from y/n’s hand, catching her by the throat with the other as he cut off her airway with a firm squeeze to her throat. With every passing second, y/n tried to pry his strong hand away from her throat as the need for oxygen burned like hell fire in her lungs. Tears streamed down her reddened face as a new determination raced through her, forcing her to drive her knee as hard as she could upwards and successfully colliding  with his groin.

     As the male screamed out in pure agony, y/n gasped at the feel of fresh air filling her lung as she dropped to the floor beside the knife. Jason, having recovered quicker than she anticipated, growled as he yanked be beneath him by her ankle, not faltering once as she tried to claw at the hard wood floors with her nails.

    Drunk from the rage, Jason had forgotten about the knife that y/n had managed to reach out for as he drug her back to him. Everything seemed to blur together as she dove the knife into his abdomen with a fearful cry. The blade cut through him like butter, sending a white searing pain through his entire boy as the warmth of his blood seeped past the torn flesh and the steel of the blade.

    Watching as her fiance fell to the floor with a hard thud, y/n scrambled away from him at the sight of the horrific scene of him coated in his own blood with the knife firmly planted in his abdomen. Fear of the consequences she would face for this brought a new wave of adrenaline as she raced from the room. Quickly changing out of her blood stained clothes, y/n grabbed her backpack and raced out of the loft. She knew that there was no true place she could ever hide from him for long. However, she did have one place where she could go, a place where she had a few, but loyal friends.

Home.