The Originals Preferences

#39 He Hits You During A Fight

Klaus: You looked at the clock. 2am. Klaus said he'd be home by 10pm. He always did this, said he'd be home by a certain time and never lived up to his word. You were on the couch in the living room, when you decided you'd waited long enough. You got up and went into the bedroom, changed into an oversized tee shirt, and slipped into bed. You were almost asleep when you heard a loud noise coming from downstairs. "Shit" Klaus whisper-yelled. You heard his large feet, stomp up into the bedroom after the front door slammed shut, and you sat up with your arms across your chest. He jumped at the sight of you still awake. "Shit Y/N you scared the shit outta me" he laughed drunkly staggering forward. He slipped off his shirt and threw it across the room walking to his side of the bed and lifting up the blanket. "Nuh Uh" you groaned angrily, slamming your hand down, "You're sleeping on the couch" you said throwing his pillow off the bed, watching as it tumbled to his feet, "What the- why Y/N" he said confused rubbing the side of his head. "Because you're drunk off your ass and smell like fucking alcohol, that's why" you growled getting out of the bed, picking the pillow up and slamming it into his chest, pushing him towards the door. "Y/N what the fuck" He said angrily throwing the pillow to the ground. "Don't what the fuck me Klaus! Fuck! Just go!" you yelled furiously pulling at your hair. "Stop fucking yelling you're giving me a headache!" he yelled back mimicking your tone. "It's your own fucking fault for getting drunk!" you yelled. "Y/N, shut up!" he yelled, the veins in his neck prominent and throbbing. "How about you shut up Klaus you're such an as-" your speech was interrupted as you gasped from the impact of Klaus' push. He pushed you down, causing you to scrap your knee along the floor. You winced in pain. "Shit. Fuck! Y/N I'm so sorry" Klaus said, his tone coated with guilt. He leant down, and tried to help you up in his drunken state. "Get off me!" you screamed pulling away from him. "Y/N I'm so so s-" you cut him off, "Get out! Just get out Klaus" you screamed in terror, not really knowing how to handle the situation. He mumbled a string of curse words before he attempted to walk out of the room. He would never dare. But he did. Klaus hit me. You sat on the floor, stunned. Your breath got hitched in your throat as your eyes welled up with tears, all you could hear was Klaus drunkly apologising from the door you slammed shut.

Elijah: You don't remember what caused the two of you to argue in the first place, but all you did know was that it had turned into a screaming match between the two of you. "Shut up!" he yelled, "Fuck you, you fucking fuck, I'm so sick of you!" you shouted as you stepped closer to him. You had never felt this angry before, your hands were trembling out of pure rage and your jaw was tensed. You raised your balled fist to Elijah's chest and began throwing punches at him, aware his strength was much larger than yours. You were so angry you let your arms fly about as you let out cries of anger. Your eyes were pressed shut as you threw your balled fists at his chest, suddenly you felt yourself fall to the ground, your cheek was stinging. You opened your eyes seeing Elijah towering over you with his hand outstretched. His eyes were wide with a frightening expression, it took you only moments to process what had happened. You lifted your shaking hands to your throbbing cheek. A silent tear slipped from your eye as an eerie silence filled the room. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and slowly shifted your gaze to Elijah. His expressions softened as he bent down and crawled over to you. "Fuck Y/N I-" You cut him off with a cry of terror. "No Elijah, no don't fucking touch me" you screamed as your whole body shook in shock. "Please Y/N I-", tears clouded your eyes and you blinked them away. You heard him come closer as you outstretched your legs and kicked at him, hoping he would back away from you. "Don't fucking touch me, don't come near me, please don't hit me" you screamed at the top of your lungs in a tear coated tone. You pulled your knees into your chin and you curled into a ball. "I've... never hit anyone before. I'm.... so sorry Y/N" he managed to speak out. You quickly got to your feet, your face wide with terror as another tear fell to the floor. He got to his knees and attempted to stand up before you took your head in your hands, pressing your eyes shut. "P-p-please Elijah, don't... don't hit me" you whimpered as you watched him back away sadly. "Y/N I don't know what to say, I'm so fucking sorry" he apologised. He attempted to hug you when you backed away from his arms, towards your bedroom. "I need some time to think" you stuttered hopelessly trying to remain calm as you shut the door and covered your hands over your mouth hoping Elijah couldn't hear you chocking on your own tears.