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Its Beyond Emotional Abuse...

(Chris Evans X Reader): ⚠️ Warning ⚠️ mentions of physical and mental abuse, rape, etc. if you don't like these things and it's a trigger warning PLEASE DON'T READ ANY FURTHER. You have been warned..

If anyone in the world was smart enough about a situation such as this, you would think that they would have ran away. Tried to at least escape or get out of this type of relationship instead of staying and taking the beating. But it wasn't like that. You don't truly understand the many problems of going through the abuse until it happens to you. And it's when you truly believe that what your lover says is true and your just not worth it anymore. Beyond anything it's always time consuming and mind racking that someone who you thought would always love you would put you through such a horrible fright. Broken glass, over stepped boundaries, things thrown at the walls, holes in the walls, and bruises applied to the brain and sensitive skin. Does anything about that sound right to you? Does that sound like a beautiful relationship? Is it remotely close to anything you'd ever want? Well, I'd assure you that it's nothing you would ever want to find yourself in the midst of. Just hearing scream after scream, feeling punch after punch, hurtful words one right after the other. Not a damn person knew that you were locked away, trapped under a rock that not even your best friends could know. It would keep them safe from the truth, keep them safe from what they would see.

After the first few months that it had started things started to slowly plummet. It was small things at first like how your hair always touched him when he was trying to sleep. Then progressing to the way your body was starting to slowly getting fatter. To the fact that you stopped wearing makeup. Then finally ending with how stupid you were and how worthless you could ever be. The only thing you were truly good at was keeping him satisfied. Night after night you spent your time crying even after he'd robbed you of your dignity. Each time that bedroom door would close behind the two of you, memories...Nightmares would be etched into your brain. Sure you'd thought so many countless times you'd tried to leave, but there was never a good time for it. He was either home, took the car and phones, or left you locked up in the shared bedroom. Like he was purposely hiding you from the world or trying to keep you locked away so not a single person could question the bruises pampering your body. And did they hurt like hell..

Day after day you hid in the farthest corners of that 4 wall bedroom. Tears were endless when it came to knowing that you'd never make it out of here alive or better yet with an attached limb. The only thing you had left of the life you had once known were just faded memories of your friends, your family, your fellow co-workers. How you wished that you could just see their faces smiling at you proving you wrong saying that everything was getting better. That maybe just maybe you looked perfect and beautiful. Was it so hard to throw a compliment your way once in a while? Anything you did, it was wrong. You were never right, you couldn't do anything to please him. And even if you did, it left you broken in ways that you never thought he could bestow upon you.

"Y/n? Please common, tell me what's wrong. I know you say there is nothing wrong, but sweetheart, I can hear it in the way you talk.." your mother would say to you on numerous accounts. She was always concerned with the way your well being was, but she couldn't know the truth. It would break her heart if she ever knew just exactly what he did to you. Explaining it would just bring you to tears and remind you of the reason why you had to cut her off. You loved your mother with all of your heart, she was your mother. But your now fiance wanted everyone cut off. Your parents, your siblings, your friends, your co-workers. Everyone you ever knew was cut off, left, discarded to the garbage. The people you once told that you would never do such a thing now regretting that they ever met you. At least that's how you saw it.

"Y/n?!" Your body flinched at his roaring voice bounding up the stairs. Tears? They sure as hell were falling. You were petrified of this man and that was how he liked it, just enough to keep you pinned beneath him. Silently you could only pray that he wasn't angry at you for something you didn't even do. But when was that ever the truth? He was always pissed about something.