Just a warning guys, this does have you self harm in it so please do not read it if you get triggered easily.......also, Jason is your boyfriend and he abuses you so please don't read if that triggers you. If your crush's name is Jason, just change the name. Oh and yeah there's some language in this one.
You and Jason had been a couple for years.
It had been going quite well until you knocked over one of his 'precious' wrestling trophies.
~flashback to when this happened~
"Jason don't!" You screeched as he picked up a lamp and hurled it at you. It smashed against the wall you were leaning on.
"You bitch!" He yelled at you meanwhile all the spit was flying out of his mouth. Jason then charged towards you. You huddled against the wall in fear with your arms up to protect your head. Jason
grabbed your arm and yanked you towards him. He brought his face so close to yours that you could feel his hot breath against your skin.
"You will never, ever be worthy of dating anyone! You got that?" Jason said. You stood there, staring at him.
"You got that?!" he asked again while shaking you.
"Y-yes Jason," you said. Tears were starting to stream down your face now. He then let go of you and walked away.
~back to present times~
After that day, Jason would always beat you until he left a mark or there was blood coming out of you. You were too scared to end the relationship from fear of getting hurt even more, so you tried to stay by his side and do anything could to make him happy.
Then one day, you met a kid named (c/n). You and him visited each other often and talked a lot. Soon enough, you two were inseparable. The only thing was, you had to be careful about hanging out with (c/n). If your boyfriend ever found out that you were spending time with (c/n), he would not hesitate to pull the trigger.
Today you were hanging out in (c/n)'s bedroom. You usually came to his house after something bad happened between you and Jason. Right now, you and (c/n) were having a tickle fight. While (c/n) was tickling you, your shirt accidentally slipped up and revealed the bruises all over your stomach.
"(Y/n), what's this?" (c/n) asked. You stared at your stomach, not saying a word.
"Are you self harming?"
You then looked up at (c/n) with tears in your eyes. You slowly shook your head yes before putting your head in your hands and crying.
"Is it Jason?" (c/n) asked.
You silently nodded your head again.
"Aw, (y/n). Why didn't you tell me?" (c/n) said while hugging you.
All of a sudden your phone buzzed. You saw that you got a text from Jason saying "Where the fuck are you?!?!?"
You slowly put your phone down and started crying even harder. "I gotta go," you whispered while slowly getting off the bed and tugging your shirt down.
(C/n) grabbed your phone and read the text. He looked up at you and said "This time, I'm coming with you."
