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ben cook || i can be your home

[this was written by the lovely bentcook . sorry my updating has been sucky lately, my schedules been super weird. love ya guys!]

I find it funny that I believe the weather can manage your emotions. But I know it's true. It's not just a coincidence that I was crying while it poured outside my window. My cheek still inflamed from the smack I received just minutes ago. The sound of dents being made on my door filled my ears and made me shudder with fear of him getting in. "Y/N, it's me!" I only remained in my ball as he managed to get into the organized hell hole, or my bedroom. "Y/N. what happened?" I shuddered away, "Ben, d-don't fucken touch me!" "Please, sweetie, I need to help you.""There's not way to help me!" I sobbed, pulling my knees closer to my chest,"Don't say that. Not now" he begged, grabbing my hand "Honey, it's okay to cry. I just need you to answer a question. Who gave you that black eye?!" He exclaimed, standing up and instantly placing his hand on his neck, as if he was defeated, or upset. He touched my eye slightly, "It was Y/ Bf's/N" I gasped, trying to quickly hide the pain of Ben touching the spot, "Come on. I promise you, you can cry all you want, it's okay to cry, don't get me wrong, but I'd rather get you out of here""There's no where el-" he cut me off by pressing his lips to mine."I can be your home, Y/N. stick with me and no one will ever hurt you again" I only furiously nodded, taking his offering. He's my lifesaver.