The Girl Behind The Camera// Emilio Martinez X Reader

Chapter 8

<<Y/N >>
He brought me to the room, no one was there. He put me on the bed and then ripped open the leggings with the cut on it, the cut was deeper and was bleeding,

Emilio: you didn't do this, this was already here....

I just stayed silent, and just let a tear go down my cheek.

Emilio: Y/N talk to me, please!

Y/N; I can't because you'll never be able to understand me!

I said yelling, then I stood up, I took off my cardigan, then I took off my shirt and I walked to the bathroom. I wet my face, letting all the makeup I had on, go down the drain. I wiped away all the makeup I had on, and I went back in the room, Emilio stood up and I turned on the lights.

<< Emilio >>

Y/N turned on the lights, and when I saw her, she was covered in bruises, she had a huge cut on her leg. She had a cut on the top of her eyebrow, she had scars on her wrist and on her best.

Emilio: oh my, Y/N? Wha---what happened?

She walked over next the me and sat down, she didn't look at me, she didn't make contact with anything. I then took a good look at her and held her hand.

Emilio: Who? Who did this to you?

She didn't answer, she let a tear down,

Emilio: Y/N! Tell me who doing this to you for you can stop them!

Y/N: you can't stop it! It's never going to stop!

She said yelling, she started sobbing,

Y/N: if I tell you, you have to promise me you won't wha anything,

She said sobbing, I nodded and then she took a deep breath and said,

Y/N: these bruises, these scars aren't from my dirt bike, or falling down the stairs, or the cramps I have all the time......

Emilio: wha?

Y/N: my father.....

<< Y/N >>

"My father....."

I said softly,

Emilio: what?

Y/N: my father!

I yelled,

Emilio: you dad is going this?! How long has this been going on?

Y/N; since I was 7,

Emilio: for 10 years?!

Emilio said getting angry, I nodded and I stayed crying all over again,

Y/N: it was all happening before my mom died....

Emilio: your mom knew and didn't do anything!

He said clenching his fists and standing up,

Y/N: yea she knew, and she protected me every time! She was the best! I loved her! But my stupid father couldn't handle her! With all the arguments! With all the threats! He couldn't handle her but he could handle the fact that he killed my own mother!