Overwatch one shots

I'm His(roadrat)

I've been in high school for only a year and I've run into a lot of issues. I'm made fun of for everything and I can't escape it. I'm constantly made fun of by a boy named Mako and Mako has pushed me around and put me in the hospital before. But I like him. I can't stand staying away from him. I know he's broken my leg before, but I think he's cute. I'm obviously confused.

Months ago I was going down the stairs and at the very top, Mako shoved me. I just sat there in agony at the bottom of the stairs, a lot of people surrounding me. I watched everyone stare and a few people run to a teacher or a nurse. Mako just walked away and ignored me. My heart dropped and I felt so betrayed.

A few weeks later he grabbed me by my hair and locked me in my locker. I was taken out at some point then he and his friends yanked me to this deserted room and beat me. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I love it. I love the pain he inflicts on me. I love how he releases his anger on me.

I've always heard him mumble something then his eyes water and he'd walk away. I smile at him, my hands over my bruised stomach. It felt so nice to be in pain. I love the pain.

Sometimes he likes to knock me out and keep me pinned down. I don't fight back. I let him do all of this.

Today he told me to meet with him after school or I'll really get a beating. I don't know why he'd even tell me what would happen. I know what would happen. I want to not listen but I also want to know what he wants to tell me.

He's going to tell me something and then push me to the ground. I kept looking at him in class, trying not to cry. He grabbed my arm after class, squeezing my hand.

"Stop looking at me in class." He let go, smacking the back of my head. I sighed, rubbing my head.

"Sorry." I mumbled, being yanked into the bathrooms. He pulled me into a hug, sobbing.

"I-I'm so sorry." Mako pet my hair, while I stood awkwardly. I hugged him back, his sobs filling the in the silence.

"Why?" I asked, slowly letting go.

"I've nearly killed you haven't I?" He kept his head down, staring at the floor. "P-pushed you right into that car?" Mako covered his face, crying.

"Well yeah, but don't worry about that because I'm fine now, aren't I?" I glanced down at my ribs, covering them up. I know that car hit me hard. It destroyed my ribs and nearly every bone in my little body. This was last year. Last year when I didn't understand why it's happening to me and when I was stupid.

"Shouldn't it be traumatic?" He looked up at me, then I hesitantly wiped his tears off his face.

"No, I didn't understand what was going on, so it's fine." He grabbed my wrists, holding them together.

"But it's not. It's almost worse that you didn't understand what was happening." Of course, right now is lunch break and I have to eat, but I don't want to leave him. That's exactly what he did to me, but I care about him.

"Are you gonna hit me if I try to escape?" I looked at my wrists that he grasped harder, sighing.

"No." He pet my hair, then pushed me away. "Go if you want to leave so badly." Mako turned his back to me, walking away. God now I feel like an idiot.

"I was just asking. I didn't mean I was going to just walk away. C'mon, sit with me at lunch. Please?" I set my bag down, Mako dropping his.

"You're pretty convincing." He sat next to me, sighing.

"Can you keep a secret?" I asked, looking at the floor.

"Yeah, why?" He asked, gently grabbing and holding my hand. I blushed a bit, giggling.

"I like you," I didn't bother looking up at him because he's just gonna look at me weird. "But you always push me away and I get upset." I hugged my knees, pouting.

"Oh," he paused, thinking of something to say. "You're quick to confess." Mako looked at me while I sobbed quietly, rubbing my back. "Sorry." He pulled me into a hug, making me look up.

I liked his arms wrapped around me and his hand rubbing my arm. He calms me. "Don't cry, you're too beautiful for that." My body went slightly numb and I fell to the ground, Mako panicking after he noticed I was seizing up. I watched him run and go get help. After he returned, he pet my head, telling me I'm going to get help.

"Oh my god, stay here while I get other staff and we'll call 9-1-1." The nurse said, rolling me onto my side. "Just...just keep him on his side and keep him with us." I puked and sobbed, Mako holding my hand.

"I'm right here, stay with me." He squeezed my hand, waiting for an ambulance to get here. I opened my eyes to see myself surrounded by multiple kids, and one of them looks just like Mako.

"You think he really bought the whole nurse thing?" "Dude, shut up, he might be awake." "It passed and he was just passed out." The third different voice I heard was so deep and sounded familiar. "Yeah no shit." A fourth one commented. "What are we going to do with him? He's just a fag." Mako moved my hair from my face, forcing my eye open. 

Once I began to whine and sob, laughter filled the room. I'm in pain from them possibly hitting me. Bruises covered my half naked body, blood pouring from small cuts they made on my wrists. "I...I'm s-sorry M-Mako." He took out his pocket knife, his friends holding me down.

"Your pain pleases me." Mako looked at me, dragging his finger down my stomach, making a horizontal line over the other imaginary line. It formed an upside down cross, then he covered my mouth. "Now scream." He slowly cut down his imaginary lines, leaning in and licking my tears. "They taste so good." Mako slightly moaned, his friends letting go of me after Mako cut off my boxers, leaving me nude. I curled up into a ball, listening to the laughter. 

"W-where am I g-going to sleep?" One of them grabbed my bloody wrist, putting a cuff on it, cuffing me to a pole.

"You don't deserve a bed or a decent spot to sleep." One boy muttered, kicking my back before leaving. Mako's friends left, leaving us together.

"I-" "how could you?" "I know they hurt you, but I'm sorry." "You aren't sorry! Y-you aren't! I'm like this because of you!" I sobbed, Mako covering my mouth. "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!" He screamed, his hand moving down to my throat, choking me. Mako raised the knife, sobbing and stabbing my stomach. "YOU CANT GET OUT OF MY HEAD! JUST STOP IT PLEASE JUST STOP IT!" I let out a cry, whimpering and kicking at him. Nobody can save me now. I'm a goner to a madman. Someone I thought I loved.

I heard sirens. Yes, sirens going off and lights flashing in my face. Like flashlights. I was safe. Finally. The light is here for me. I can see it. I'm going to live. Mako is going to be arrested for this. I'm okay now.

"T-the...th...e l-li...ght." I couldn't properly speak but I got out what I could. Mako shook me, laughing. I could feel him shake.

"YES, JAMIE, THE LIGHT! Y-YOU SEE IT! REACH FOR IT!" He repeatedly stabbed my stomach, shaking in excitement. "Rest my prince." I could barely see him kissing my cheek, nor could I feel it. I can't feel anything.

I'm finally free. No more pain and suffering. I'll be found in this basement, abused and beaten, but I'll have this knife Mako slid into my hand and not a single bit of his DNA on it. He knew to use a glove. But that won't change the fact I'm at his house. He might make it a murder suicide and kill himself. He did own a small handgun, but it was his parents'. I bet he'd do it for me, his prince. 

I'm his.