You have Fighter13 to thank for this. It's really short, shorter than it was gonna be, but I decided to scrap my idea for this chapter, cuz I decided that it was a bit too much. Again, really short.
Artemis curled up on the couch with Ronnie, his hand wandering over her chest as they watched Titanic with his parents. They were nestled under a blanket; Ronnie's parents, Mr. and Mrs. O'Malley, would have a cow if they saw what their son was doing. They watched the movie, and even though it was one of her favorites, she was finding it hard to focus on it while Ronnie made her uncomfortable.
A while later, after the movie was over, Ronnie took Artemis up to his room. He made her take off her shirt. He slipped off his belt and he began to beat her. Badly. Artemis was glad that she brought her hoodie to hide the bruises that would no doubt be on her arms in the morning.
She climbed into bed with him when he was done and they were both changed into pajamas. He held her tight, so tight that it hurt, but she knew better than to complain. He tucked one of his hands between her legs and ran his hand over her chest again and squeezed, making her gasp. "You're Fine," He told her, rolling his eyes. He leaned over her and kissed her. He sucked on the base of her neck, making her hiss in pain. He pulled away and held her even tighter. "Goodnight, Baby," He said. He fell asleep. Artemis followed him, glad that this would be over and she could go home tomorrow.
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Artemis & Apollo
Fanfiction"She was a silent fighter, with a demon in her lung, that stole her breaths right from her, before they'd hardly passed her tongue. He was a silent fighter, who was always taught to share, and held his breath when he was with her, just so she could...
