"Braddyyy" Ryan whispered, his hand snaking around my naked torso as I stood in front of the mirror, looking at the bruises that littered my rib cage. All through fault of my own.
My breath hitched as I heard him come into the room, more so as I felt his cool hands touch my skin.
"I thought we agreed we wouldn't think about these, no?" He whispered, his fingertips finding their way to match up perfectly with the sore bruises, exactly as they were when his hands tightened around my body to form them.
"I know." I nodded quietly, looking at the floor "But I just wanted to see how long it would be until they went away."
"Soon." He whispered, his fingers harshly pressing in to the tender flesh, making me wince harshly "Soon."
"Ouch. Ryan you're hurting me." I winced quietly, trying to pull away from his grasp, but he had me tight.
"Be a man." He scolded harshly, putting more pressure on the already purple skin "Be a fucking man and take it."
"I'm sorry." I apologised, looking away from the mirror and to the floor.
"Good." He whispered harshly "You know why you have these, they're not going anywhere until you learn to be faithful. You can't flirt with other guys in front of my face."
"I-I was just trying to be friendly." I attempted to justify. But it was no use, I knew I deserved it. I shouldn't have been so kind to Tristan, I shouldn't have smiled so much and I should have stopped looking at him once I'd caught him staring the first time.
"We both know that's not what you were doing, Simpson." Ryan hissed, pushing himself away from me "Own up to it."
"I-I'm sorry." I whispered, reaching for my shirt off of the floor, Ryan glaring at me as I pulled the thin material over my head "I shouldn't have been flirting with Tristan. I don't deserve you. Nobody else would have put up with it."
"You know, I have grounds I leave you. You ungrateful bastard." He hissed, his words as sharp as a razor "And yet, I stay, because you know I'm the best thing for you, and I know that too. Which is why you're not going anywhere." He growled, grabbing my wrist tightly "Get it?!"
"Y-yes." I hummed "I'm sorry. I love you."
"I love you too." He hummed, pulling me back into his arms before gently pressing his lips to mine, they didn't feel homely at all. But I had no other pace to go. "What's for dinner?"
"I-uh, I was going to make spaghetti." I whispered "...And then go to my music lesson."
"No." My boyfriend frowned "You're not allowed to go to your lesson. You need to stay home."
"But- why?" I questioned, Bravely. I knew I shouldn't have asked.
"Why? You want to fucking ask why?!" He raises his voice, suddenly towering over me, slightly red in the face "Because how do I know you're not fucking cheating on me with your teacher? How the fuck do I know you're not going to sleep with that Tristan you were making complete heart eyes at?" He questioned me, his hand making a harsh connection to my cheek, instantly turning it red "You'll stay home."
"Ow." I flinched away from him "Why do you keep hurting me?" I began to cry "I-I'm so sorry."
"Oh...Baby, no." He whispered, pulling me up
From the floor, I had fallen in a desperate attempt at avoiding the slap I knew was coming "...You know I'd never mean to hurt you. Anger just got the better of me." He whispered, pulling me back into his arms, his hands sliding into my back pockets during the embrace "You know I love you, so much."
"I love you too." I nodded quietly, feelingly him kiss my forehead. It felt empty but I'm sure that was normal. I didn't want to be alone again and Ryan had picked me up and bought me back to life. I owed him anything his heart desired and more. I could at least take a few slaps for him. I'm sure Connor would do the same for James.
"Let's go find us something to eat." He smiled, pulling away and letting me lead out of the room. I just knew his eyes were on my ass, that's the only place they would be. It's like to him I was a piece of meat and he was a caged lion that hadn't eaten in months.
"Since when did you get some damn sexy Simpson?" He questioned me, jokingly hitting me lightly on the backside as he walked past me to get to the living room, myself going into the kitchen.
"When you decided to start paying attention." I replied with a laugh, beginning to make a move to start cooking a meal for the both of us.
"Well damn." He smirked, appearing in the doorway a few seconds later "I need to pay attention more often." He grinned, watching me as I boiled pasta "You coming to the gym with me this evening?"
"Mhm." I nodded quietly, stirring the sauce "As always. Every evening, gym."
"Gym and a good round of hot steamy fucking seems to be on the menu tonight." Ryan nodded, folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the counter.
"Whatever you want." I smirked with a wink.
"Woah. Easy." He shook his head "Since when were you ever that easy to get into bed?"
"When you started complimenting me out of the blue." I hummed
Since he threatened to beat you to a pulp if you didn't last time, you mean.
"Awh. Gonna have to start doing that way more often. Makes life much easier." He nodded, watching me as I plated up the food about five minutes later.
"Onion?" He questioned me as he grabbed a fork for himself, not thinking to get me one, not that he needed to, he wasn't my mother, he didn't need to do anything for me, it's stupid that I even expected him to.
"Nope." I forced a smile "I know you hate onion."
"Good." He grinned, taking a mouthful.
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Knuckles // Tradley AU
Fanfiction"I loved the boy that hated my guts" - The one where Tristan has no sense of purpose and no reason to leave his bedroom. Or The one where Brad feels worthless and can't bare to leave the man that's destroying him. (This is a re-write of a story I a...
