Celebrity Oneshots

Kendall Jenner- Treat You Better

*Includes violence*

Kendall's POV:

"STOP IT!", I screamed for the tenth time, my throat was sore and burned slightly from the screaming and shouting. I watched on as he threw yet another intricately detailed vase across the room. "WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME?" , he boomed from across the room. I backed up against the wall since I knew what was coming next. He furiously stormed across to me and grabbed my hair, then he pushed me to the floor and smashed a plate way too close to me. I shielded my face with my arms so none of it would touch me but a shard but my arm and left a little gash and blood slowly oozed out.

I looked up at him hoping to see sympathy in his eyes for once but they were red, cold and empty. He kneeled down on the floor and I wished he would apologize to me and fix everything for once but I knew that was beyond him. He studied my face with an unreadable expression then lifted his hand and allowed it to come in contact with my delicate skin. A few more slaps to the face and I felt my eyes closing slowly. He was finally going to leave but not without kicking my foot out of his path first. The last thing I remember was the door slamming shut...

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I woke up and almost panicked since I didn't recognize my surroundings, but he walked in and I sighed. "Y/N" I whispered , he quickly made his way to me and worriedly asked me if I needed anything and if I was okay. When I said no he sat on the end of the bed and looked at me sadly. "Ken..." he said slowly. "Not now Y/N, please". He nodded and I closed my eyes and slowly fell asleep again.

I woke up again and saw Y/N sitting in a chair near the balcony on his phone. He sensed that I had woken up so he walked over to me and I sat up, he hugged me and I melted in his embrace, sometimes it felt like he was the only one who cared about me, he had obviously found me and bought me to one of his houses and by the looks of the pills on the bedside table he had also gotten a private doctor to come and check up on me. I hadn't had such a warm hug in what felt like forever.

He asked me whether I wanted him to bring me food upstairs but I politely declined and said I'd go down to the kitchen with him instead. I slowly stood up but my back and aching, probably from the force of my back hitting the floor suddenly when Ben threw me to the floor.

We walked down the hall and when I reached the stairs I stared at them and dreaded having to go down, it's almost like Y/N could read my mind because he quickly but gently scooped me up into his arms and jogged down the stairs and into the kitchen and sat me on the counter. Being my bestfriend, he knew exactly what I liked and handed me a perfectly sized portion of the chicken salad his maid Esmeralda had made for him and left in the fridge. Then he got me a cool water bottle which he already unscrewed for me. I gave him a thankful look and he just smiled at me before getting his own chicken salad and tucking into it.

After eating we both watched a movie together, it was fun as always but I could tell he wasn't as happy as usual when he would spend time with me. After the movie he did exactly as I predicted, he turned to me expectantly, his eyes silently demanding me to explain the situation. I know he is a great listener but I was scared to tell him.

"So..you obviously found me, ummm Ben obviously did it, and before you ask no this is not the first time something like this has happened. He just gets angry when I ask him why he comes home so early in the morning, I wait for him but he pushes me away, he's always drunk and has come home with lipstick on his shirts, hickeys on his neck." I took a deep breath before continuing.

"I've tried to leave him and that's when it began, he would lash out and never realize he was hurting me so much, the next time I'd see him after he would storm out was the very next night/morning when the same thing would happen. Maybe he will change... He won't let me leave him though and I just don't know what to do."