WARNING: This chapter contains mention of abuse, so don't read if this is too sensitive for you!
T'CHALLA'S POV
"Y/N, what is going on?"
My sister, Y/N, was throwing all of her clothes around her room. I was not sure what she was trying to do. She ignored my question, which made me realize this was serious. She only ignored me when something was really bothering her.
I gently grabbed her arm and said,"Y/N, let me help. What is the matter?"
When she looked at me, I could see the tears in her eyes. She gently pushed my hand away and began to pace back and forth. Seeing her like this broke my heart, since I had a soft spot for Y/N. To everyone, I was closer to Shuri, but really, Y/N was the one I was more close to. Lately, she had been more kept to herself, so I tried my best to give her her space.
Right now, I needed her to talk to me and let me help her. She was giving me nothing to work with.
She finally stopped pacing and ran into me, losing her balance. I caught her by her arms and let her sit down, before I sat down next to her. I stayed quiet until she threw her arms around my waist, sobbing into my attire.
Careful not to hurt her, I wrapped my arms around her and held her.
She squeezed my waist saying,"T'Challa, I..I want to..to leave him, but I don't know how. I..I'm stuck. Please help me."
"What do you mean by you're stuck? What has he done?"
Y/N was looking everywhere but at me and I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look me in the eyes. The sight of seeing her in even more tears was really killing me. I needed her to stop, but she was in pain. I needed to help her.
She took a deep breath saying,"Tyrone..He makes me feel really bad, T..T'Challa, and..and I don't know what to do. Every time I try to stand up to him, he..he hurts me. I'm really scared of him."
I could feel my blood boiling, but there was one question I had for Y/N. A part of me did not want to know the answer, but the other part had to know.
I took a deep breath myself and asked her,"When you say he hurt you, do you mean emotionally or emotionally and physically?"
She said,"Both. It's..It's why I wanted to find something else to wear."
I nodded and I wanted to see how badly he had hurt her, but I felt it would have been an invasion of her privacy. She would show me when she trusted me enough to. I just had to be patient.
She sat up, and I asked her,"Is everything all right?"
She sniffed and said,"I know you want to see it, T'Challa. You care about me."
She showed me her arms and her back.
I sighed and said,"Let me fix your dress."
She nodded and turned around, letting me tie the back of her dress back. I didn't want one of my men to come in here and see her like that.
She leaned on me, and I kissed her forehead saying,"Don't worry, Y/N. I'll take care of you and him."
