Corruption [Soldier76 x Reader]

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[Reader's Point Of View]
I sat alone in my room, rocking back and forth, my eyes buried in my hands. I seemingly produced an ocean of tears, my bedsheets stained with the liquid sadness.
An audible pounding entered my ears, my boyfriend slamming on the door. His fist made contact with the door multiple times, slamming as hard as he could.
"[Y/N], open this door. Now!" His voice washed over with an irritated tone.
I continued to sob, knowing I, myself that I didn't want to open that door. If I gave him permission to enter my room, he would take his sorrow out on me. He always does, it's become a routine at this point.
"[Y/N], open this damn door!"
I stood up slowly, making my way over to the door. I winced as I opened it, prepared for anything. He stepped inside, his dark hair falling around his forehead, where moisture had gathered. That was one thing I'd always despised with all of my being. At times, he would get so angry toward me that he would sweat.
The door slammed behind him as he cornered me, his tall figure towering above me.
"Why didn't you open the door the first time? I yelled for you at least three times." He spat through his grit teeth.
I winced, his spit harshly landing on my face. I cowered below him in the corner, not sure what to say. What could I say?
"I said, why the hell did you not open the door the first time, [Y/N]?" He spat again.
I shrugged, hoping his attitude wouldn't escalate,"I'm sorry, I-I," I started, closing my eyes.
"Don't give me an excuse." His eyes burned a flaming stare into mine.
"I was scared." I plainly stated, tears welling up in my eyes, my vision clouding.
His face fell expressionless, had he taken it to heart?
"Why the hell would you be scared of me?" He raised his voice, his hand wrapping around my forearm.
No. He hadn't taken it to heart, he never did.
I fell silent, not wanting to make his harsh movements to continue. His grip on my arm tightened as he grabbed my throat. My eyes began to water again, I knew he would do this.
"P-please stop-" I whimpered through his grip, closing my eyes once again.
I couldn't look into his eyes. I had fallen in love with those eyes once, I believed they would protect me. Instead, those eyes burned into me. They pierced into my brain, and seemingly knew everything I did.
He released his grip, walking out the door. His footsteps echoed down the hallway as I took in a gasp of air, the surplus of oxygen burning my lungs as I inhaled. I was shaking, reasonably. I was scared, terrified.
I carried myself to my mirror, my eyes lazily scanning my body. I grew paranoid as I ran my palm over my neck. He had bruised my forearm, as well as my neck. My skin was turning purple as I observed myself. I knew I'd have to wear more foundation than usual now. I didn't want to, I hated wearing makeup. But if any other Overwatch recruit had seen my bruises, he would get worse.
My eyes stopped at my face. Tears stained my cheeks as I took a deep breath in. I looked pathetic. I had fallen in love with a monster.
No, I wasn't in love.
I couldn't be.
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a/n; I promise Jack (or soldier) isn't the abuser, don't worry haha <3