No One Cares || Danti ✔️

12.

⚠️WARNING: slight mentions of rape. Don't read if sensitive! ⚠️

A memory pops in my head and I can hear him again. The grunts. The cries. The muffled screams.

I shake my head, beginning to get worked up. "Please, don't make me."

"Hey, hey, it's okay. You don't have to tell me right now. It's okay," Dark reassures, brushing my hair out of my face.

I nod, hugging him close. I let my breathing calm. My heart beats fast at those memories. Why couldn't they just leave me alone?

"He, um, he took me to a bedroom," I take a breath, preparing for Dark's reaction. "He-"

"Don't say it, Anti. Please don't say it. He didn't, he didn't," Dark spurts out, beginning to tear up.

"I'm so sorry, Dark," I put my head down.

He just holds me closer, his body shaking a bit.

"Don't apologize. Don't ever apologize for something like that. It wasn't your fault, baby boy. It wasn't," Dark cries. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was scared. I didn't know how'd you react. I didn't tell anybody. For all I know, you could've called me a slut and left me. I don't know..."

"Anti..."

Just as I thought everything was going back to normal, we were back to square one all over again.

I stay bundled up in his chest, listening to his heart beat fast. He runs his hand through my hair, calming the two of us.

"It's okay, baby boy. I've got you now, I'm going to protect you. No one's going to get you ever again. I'm so sorry," he whispers into my ear.

Darky, it wasn't your fault. It was mine. Because I'm weak.

Just like he said.

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I wake up with a sharp tug, gasping lightly.

"What happened? Are you okay?" Dark wakes with me and holds my arm. I place my hand over his and rub it.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just another nightmare. Go back to sleep, it's okay," I reassure.

"Alright," he gently pulls me back down from my sitting position and wraps his arms once again around my stomach.

"I love you," he whispers into my ear, burying his head into my neck.

Luckily, I don't really remember what happened in the nightmare. I hold his hands, feeling them. They're soft and large. My hands are toddler size compared to his.

My heart beat slows, so I close my eyes, thinking about our conversation earlier. Dark had asked if I was going to tell Jack. I hadn't really thought about it, but now, I'm telling him tomorrow whether I like it or not. Or at least I'm letting Dark tell them. I don't think I'd be able to get two words out without having an anxiety attack.

It'll be okay, Anti, you'll be okay.

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