Lonely Hearts (Porter Robinson Fanfiction)

It's Gonna Be Okay

 hey i hope you're having a good week!! i'm on new depression meds and it makes me incredibly tired so i'm a little stressed at the moment but its all good. anyhoo new chapter and there's lots of fluff. i hope you enjoy!

I didn't even try to cover it up.

I knew they would all see it eventually, so I just threw on a hoodie and walked out of the door, planning to catch the subway to their place. I looked like total shit. My face had broken out and I was wearing zero makeup. My hair was all over the place, so I tried to put it into a makeshift bun as I hopped on the subway that would take me to upper Manhattan. I tried to focus on what I was gonna say to them once they saw the massive bruise on my forehead, torn between if I should go with the truth, or make up a lie. I wanted to continue to get money, but I also wanted Dallas to pay the price for all of the horrible things he did and said to me.

I sighed, as the doors slid open, and hurried to go out before they slammed shut. Walking up the stairs to the busy street, I noticed just a little bit of snow left on the ground from just Tuesday of last week, when we were at Porter & Anton's place. It was still freezing outside, an upside to living in New York City. I love the bitter cold of the north, I've always been that way and have never been one for warm places.

Once I saw the familiar apartment from last week, I rang the buzzer and waited for one of them to come the door, mentally planning what I was gonna say, my heart beating rapidly in my chest.

The door swung open, revealing all three of them, wide-eyed and curious. Porter was standing behind Anton and Tess, a wore-out look on his face, his eyes tired and thoughtful. He made eye contact with me, and his eyes traveled to the huge bruise on my forehead. Rage filled his face, and he pushed past both of them, his hand moving to the bump. "What the fuck happened?" I had never seen him this angry. He knew. He had to know someone did this to me. I could tell just by looking at him - the furious way he was fuming and looking at it, while his eyes were also full of worry and care. His fingers gently touched it, and I closed my eyes, grimacing in pain.

"Shit, I'm sorry." He wrapped his arms around me and I sighed in happiness, finally feeling his touch that I had been craving since just last night. He pulled away, his gaze still full of concern.

"Please tell us what happened," Tess said, her face just as worried as Porter's. Anton was watching with incredulity, amazed that someone would hit me like that.

"So I've been seeing this guy for a while," I blurt out. Tess's face become an O, and she looked like she'd been slapped. 

"How come you didn't tell me?"
"Well, its not that serious, we just talked for a bit and hung out a few times at his place." I sputtered.

She looked away, and a pang of sadness filled my body.

"Go on." Porter was looking at me expectantly, intent on hearing the story.

"And uh, we were at his place last night."
"So that's where you were." Porter said, shaking his head.

"Yeah." I muttered, looking at the ground. "And we uh, we got in an argument last night over something. And he called me a whore, so I slapped him. Then he... he slammed my head against the wall." I looked away. I couldn't see Porter's face right now.

But he made me.

He reached for my chin and tilted it up so that I could see all the rage and sadness in his eyes. "Listen to me. We're gonna go find him, okay? We're gonna find this total fucking asshole and I'm gonna beat the hell out of him, and then we're gonna press charges for him doing this to you." His hand at his side balled up into a fist, and he closed his eyes, trying to calm himself.