Hundreds of Stories; An Usnavi x Reader

Are you ok?

I buried my head into my knees, and hugged them tightly to my chest. I don't know what to do. I wanna talk to Usnavi, but I have a feeling that Ashlie would hurt my friends. After about an hour of sitting in the same position on the floor, I get up. I walk to my bathroom, and wash my face. I looked bad. I looked tired, and my cheeks were reddened from crying. Afterwards, I make a small dinner, and head to bed. I drift to sleep quickly.

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I rub my eyes and stretch, I groan and open my eyes. I throw my legs over the side of the bed, and my feet hit the soft, carpeted floor. I sigh, and check the time. 8:45. I'm supposed to be at work at 9. Great. Awesome! Wow! I woke up late. I can't take a shower or put on any makeup. I throw some clothes on, and put my hair up in a ponytail. This is probably the worst I've looked in front of Usnavi. I will avoid him at all costs. I stare into my reflection. My e/c (Eye color) eyes are still red from crying, my hair is messy, my cheeks are reddened from crying, and I have dark bags under my eyes. I groan, and head to the salon.

"Y/n, Good morning!" I hear as I head by Usnavi's shop.

I bite my lip, and duck my head down. I walk to the salon, ignoring Usnavi's questioning calls.

"Y/n?"

I enter the salon, and sigh.

"Morning y/n!" Carla smiles at me.

"Morning," I sigh.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing,"

"Y/n. This isn't you! You never act like this, so yes, there is something wrong!"

I don't say anything, as she walks over to me. I am still staring at the ground.

"Look at me." Carla says.

I look up.

"Omg! Y/n! You look terrible! Have you been crying?"

"What?" Daniela says, walking into the room, finished with her first customer. "What happened?"

"What's going on?" Vanessa walks in, with a Pepsi in her hand. She handed it to Daniela.

"Y/n Estaba llorando," Carla says. I honestly don't know why my eyes were still red and swollen, but oh well!

Vanessa speaks up. "Usnavi said he thought you were ignoring him... Are you mad at him?"

I feel tears prick my eyes. "E-Excuse me f-for a moment." I rush out of the salon, and sit on the wooden crates beside the salon.

Before I exit I hear Daniela gasp, and say "Omg, She's totally mad at him!"

I sit outside, letting tears stream down my face, wiping my tears with my sleeve every few seconds. I choke back sobs. Why am I so emotional about this? I guess because I'm scared. What if Ashlie comes for my friends? What if she hurts them? Suddenly I hear a voice that I've grown to love over the years.

"Y/n, are you mad at me?" Halfway through the sentence, his voice breaks.

I stay silent.

"Y/n.... Please." He whispers.

I close my eyes, as tears prick my eyes.

"Please... talk to me"

A tear streams down my face. Usnavi who, had been looking at his feet, looked up at me and saw this. He gasps, and I peek my head up at him, I see him rushing towards me. Usnavi wipes a tear from my face with his thumb.

"Hey, hey," He softly whispers to me "Don't cry. Por favor."

Usnavi takes a seat beside me, and puts an arm around me.

"Did I do something wrong? W-why aren't you talking to me?"

I realize that I'm trapped. Between Usnavi and the brick wall of the salon. I look away from Usnavi, my face reddened from blushing. Usnavi's arm was wrapped around me. I felt so bad. I felt tears start to prick my eyes once again, making me look even worse than I already did.

"Y/n?" He asks softly.

I spoke the first words I have in a while. "I-if you'll excuse me," I get up, and stare at my feet as I walk back into the salon.

Daniela asks me if I needed the day off, but I refused it. After work, I was walking home, and came face to face with a terrible sight. Ashlie.

"You little brat!" She growls.

"I-uh"

She walked up to me. "You asked for it."

"Hu-" I get cut off by a fist flying at my face. My jaw drops, and I put my hand up to my eye. The girl keeps throwing punches, and I eventually fall to the ground. Much later, she finishes with me. She leaves me alone. I am panting, and tears are streaming down my face. I clumsily get up, and cling to the nearby wall. I cough, and stumble slowly towards my house, breathing deeply yet unsteadily.

I'm about to turn a corner, but I hear familiar voices.

"Where is she?" a woman who I think is Carla asks.

"I've looked everywhere. I can't find her. She still won't talk to me or even tell me what's wrong!" Usnavi's voice sighs, sounding distressed.

"I haven't seen her all day. I checked her apartment. I miss her," I hear a sad-sounding voice worry. It sounds like Benny. Suddenly, I feel light-headed.

"Uhhh," I murmur.

"I'll go check the park, Usnavi Check Abuela's! Dani, Carla, You go to the club, and Benny, check the streets!" It sounds like Vanessa's voice. All my friends are looking for me. I feel happy that my friends care for me so much. A few minutes later, I begin to feel even more lightheaded, and the world seems to spin around me.

"H-help," I manage to say before falling to the ground, I expect to hit the hard concrete, but instead, someone catches me. I look up to see Benny's shocked and terrified face before blacking out.

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"huhh" I groan, waking up to a dim lit room.

"She's waking up!" Daniela exclaims.

My eyes open to see my worried looking friends hovered around me. I groan as pain shoots through my body. I look around the room, and realize I'm in Benny's room. I want to cry from the pain. I hurt so bad. Usnavi whispered something to Benny. Benny nodded and whispered to the others, who exited the room.

"Please, Mi querido, Talk to me. What happened to you?" Usnavi begs, I look at him, and tears are in his eyes.

"Lo siento," I say softly, tears streaming down my face.

"Why won't- or- weren't you talking to me?"

I look away from his beautiful brown eyes. I look at the ground. The tears won't stop. Usnavi sits on the bed, and hovers over me, wiping my tears with his thumb for the second time that day.

"Please tell me what happened." He says, his voice cracking, and a tear streaming down his perfect face.

I take a shaky breath. "I can't." Then I mumble "They'd hurt me more." I didn't think he heard the last part, but he did.

"Y/n! Please. Who is hurting you?" His face holds sympathy and anger. He wants to protect me. But if I want to protect him, I can't tell him.

"N-no, They'd hurt you too!" I make eye contact with him. "Please don't tell the others."

"You look like you've been hurt, they probably assumed that. I did, but I didn't want to jump to conclusions."

"Please," I whisper "Don't tell them,"

He sighs, and then nods, "Ok."

"Thank you." I grab his hand, and then I realize what I did. He smiled softly at me. I felt my cheeks heat up.

~A/N~

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