Gamble.

04

-Y/N's pov-

It had been awhile, and I was already drunk off my ass sitting on the stairs outside the bar. My head hung low and I let out a few tears here and there. I had a black eye and busted lip. I sighed and picked up my phone, dialing Fitz's number and listening to it ring.

"Hello?" Fitz answered.

"Hey... It's me, Y/n." I said softly, sniffling a bit.

"Are you alright?" He asked, concerned.

"Yeah, I just need someone to come get me. Please. I'm at the bar."

"I'll be there ASAP. See you soon, stay safe." He said and hung up.

It took a few minutes but Fitz arrived with Swagger and he ran up to me, kneeling down beside me and examined my face.

"Oh my god are you okay? What happened?" He asked me and I shook my head, trying not to cry in front of him.

"Some bitch tried to fight me and so I took her ass down but she left some marks. I just wanna go home..." I told him and he nodded. He took his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders and gently took my hand and led me home.

When we got home he dismissed Swagger and brought me to my room and sat me down before taking off my shoes. And then thats when I broke.

I just started crying and Fitz looked up at me concerned. He got up and closed the door, locking it and then kneeled down in front of me.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked me and I wiped my tears off my face gently, knowing I was sore.

"I don't know... just, a bunch of dudes were calling me a whore and all these horrible slurs at the bar, and then the girl I fought and everything. I just need to relax." I said to him and he nodded.

"Hey, its gonna be okay. You're probably stressed out because everything is happening all at once. Take some time off and focus on yourself." He said, rubbing my legs gently.

"I'm gonna go get you some water, you change and get comfy okay? And if you want anything else let me know okay?" He said and I nodded. He left the room and I sighed, standing up.

I took my long hair out of the two braids they were in and then I unzipped the dress. Sliding it down my body and stepping out of it, I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. I was very confident in my body a lot, but today I just felt off for some reason.

I took my bra off and as soon as I did that the door opened and Fitz walked in.

"I got you your wa-" He said and froze. I covered myself up and threw a pillow at him. he anxiously came inside and shut the door and turned his back to me.

"I'm so sorry." He said and stood there. I sighed and grabbed an oversized tshirt and shorts and slipped them on.

"You can look now you damn loser." I said, my face was red but so was his as I realized when he turned around.

"I'm really sorry, Y/n..." He said nervously and slowly came over to where I was sitting. Fitz handed me my water and then scooted away a little bit, the red on his face very noticeable.

"It's okay, it was bound to happen with at least one of you guys." I said softly and drank some of my water before setting it down on the nightstand.

"How are you feeling now?" He asked me and I shrugged, sighing deeply and rubbing my forehead.

"I think I'll feel better in the morning. I just need to sleep..." I told him politely and he nodded.

"Alright, but before you go to bed we gotta clean the cut on your lip and the  branding mark so it doesn't get infected." He told me and went into the bathroom, pulling out a tiny little box and bringing it out to the bedroom.