I Digg You (Daveed Diggs X Reader)

Chapter 4

Warning: Sexual assault

I arrived at the restaurant 25 minutes later. I could still feel Daveed's hand on my back. The burning sensation that lingered on my lower back and waist almost made me get out of my taxi and go back to him. Rick was waiting at a table in the back. We greeted each other and sat down. He informed about an internship he was offered at a decent law firm. I tried my best to focus on the conversation at hand, but I couldn't help but replay the moment with Daveed. He really stole my heart. How rude. The waiter came to take our order. Rick orders seafood alfredo and some wine. I order ziti and water. He seems odd tonight. He's between tense and chill. When he excused himself to go to the washroom, that's when it hit me. He was high. When he walked past me, a waft of something pungent filled my nose. It is legal so I shouldn't be too worked up. He was always the good kid that got straight A's, never went to parties with alcohol, and had a curfew of 10 p.m. It was only a matter of time until he cracked.

He returned a few minutes later, reeking of weed. I could tell that the other customers around us could tell when they slyly covered their mouth with their hand and pinched their nose. My cheeks become red hot. Should I try to leave? Maybe I should call Daveed...No. I can do this on my own. Besides, it's only Rick. He wouldn't do anything to me.

"So Rick, what do you like to do. Recreational, that is."

"I don't really have time for anything. I mostly work and go to school."

"Really? What about a love life?"

"There's one in progress."

"Really....Tell me about them."

"Well for starters, she is incredibly intelligent. She's charming, caring, compassionate, and kind. She's also very gorgeous."

"She seems lovely. Hopefully I can meet her."

"I don't think that's possible, y/n."

"Oh no? Why not?"

"Because you can't meet yourself." I immediately choke on my drink. I slowly meet his eyes and notice the pink that dusted his cheeks. "Y/n, I have loved you since high school. I know we were friends back then, but I always wished to become something more."

"Rick I-"

"Y/n, we could be happy together. I could make you happy."

"Rick. I'm sorry. I just don't reciprocate your feelings towards me." I saw hurt in his eyes. He was speechless. Then the hurt turned into anger and lust.

*Triggering content ahead*

"Fine. I tried to do this the easy way. Let's go." Rick commanded and threw down a wad of cash for dinner. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me outside faster than I had time to resist. He lead me into a dark alley. I was pinned against a cold brick wall and my mouth was covered by his hand. He then proceeded to undress me with his eyes before he did it with his hands. I was left vulnerable and defenseless against someone that I thought was a good friend of mine. He stifled my screams for help as he began to let his hands roam over my body. A tear rolled down my cheek and he crashed his lips onto mine. The taste of wine still lingered on his lips and he still reeked of marijuana. He began to unzip his pants. I was so overwhelmed with everything that was happening to me. It was all happening so fast.

I woke up lying on the cold hard ground. My clothes were half on me and I felt disgusted. I must've blacked out. Did Rick rape me? What should I do? Who should I call? Should I call Daveed? No. I can still do this on my own. I stood up and fixed my clothes. Tears were still running down my cheeks but I desperately tried to wipe them away as I began to walk home. I felt worthless. I felt that men think they have control over my body when they don't. Is this how it's always going to be? This is not right. I walked with my head hung down. I was embarrassed even though no one knew what just happened only a few moments-excluding the black out prior. I felt like the words "I was raped" were written on my forehead with a permanent marker. I was on edge with every person and vehicle that passed me.

*Triggering content over*

I finally arrived at my apartment complex. I quickly wiped my tears away and made myself look like I was fine in case Daveed was still waiting for me. I fished my keys out of my pocket and walked into my apartment. Daveed was sitting on my couch with his head in his hands, bags under his eyes, and his hair was a wild mess. He looked up with a sudden look of relief and then anger.

"Y/N! Where have you been? I've been worried sick about you! It's 3 in the morning! Why didn't you at least call? I was going to look for you but I didn't know if you maybe went back to his place. You got me so worried!" He started yelling at me with so much anger and worry in his voice. His eyes brimmed with tears and his voice cracked. This pained me so much. The thought of Daveed being worried about my safety brought me over the edge. I began balling my eyes out right in the middle of my living room. Right in front of Daveed. He ran over to me and pulled me into a safe and warm hug. "Y/n, I'm sorry for yelling. You just got me so worried. I thought you would only be out for a few hours. Are you okay? What happened?" He asked calmly while stroking my hair.

"I-It was Rick." I managed to get out.

"What happened y/n? I swear if he fucking hurt you"

"He raped me. I think."

"I'm going to kill him. Are you alright? Do you want to go to the hospital? I knew he wasn't any good." He started rambling on and on until he realized I began sobbing again. "Oh y/n I'm so sorry. It will be alright. Everything will be alright." We stood like that for a few more minutes until he brought up a previous question. "Y/n, why didn't you call me?"

"I was going to."

"But?"

"But I didn't want you to think that I am helpless! Do you know how many times you have helped me in the past few months? I don't want you to think I am just some helpless and defenseless little girl that needs a guy to protect her!" I shouted with tears falling down my cheeks.

"Y/n? Is that how you think I see you?" He whispered shocked.

"Yes." I replied sheepishly.

"Y/n, You're the strongest person I know. I have never seen you as helpless or defenseless. That time when we first met and I said that I could never leave you alone because you'd die, I was joking. Sure, you're clumsy as hell, but you're certainly not helpless. I'm sorry if I have made you feel this way. You're an amazing and strong woman, you know how to handle yourself."

"Thank you."

"No problem, because that's how I truly see you."

"Daveed?"

"Yes y/n?"

"Can you stay here with me tonight?"

"Of course."

~~~Author's Note~~~

I was debating on whether or not to post this. Sexual assault is not a joke and it shouldn't be taken lightly. I wrote this to get the message out about sexual assault. April is sexual assault awareness month, please spread awareness. If you or someone you know has been a victim of sexual assault, call: 800.656.HOPE (4673) 

This chapter has a serious tone to it. I'm sorry if this was triggering to anybody. I won't post anything else like this in the future if it is. I just want to spread the awareness because it has become a serious problem lately. I'm sorry for not posting in a while. I just had a lot of things that I had to get prepared for school next year.