Interracial 5SOS Preferences

He Hits You

Do you guys even want the Halloween thing anymore? It's written, I just have to edit 🙊
TRIGGER WARNING: Abuse
Rape-ish qualities in Calum's so discretion is advised. I don't believe any of the lads would get angry enough to hit you, but this was a great request. Tell me how I did please - it's my first time writing something like this. I also don't know if this chapter will go "private" because of it's content - I don't even know what happens or how to tell if a chapter has gone private so if it does happen, someone let me know!
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LUKE: It was never supposed to go this far, he thought. He didn't think he would get as mad as he did; mad enough that he hit you. You only asked a question: where've you been Luke? He could have made up an excuse, or simply have been honest with you, but then that would lead to more trouble. Your pestering and nagging just became too much for him and when you stepped in front of him, he just snapped. In his drunken haze, he could barely recall what happened but he knows that it ended up with you hitting your head on the corner of the countertop. There was blood but he doesn't remember noticing until he woke up the next morning without you next to him. He went downstairs, still a little drunk, and there you were, still, on the floor, leaning against the countertop, unconscious. The night came back to him in horrid flashbacks that he had yet to tell the police about. He knew if he did that, there would be consequences greater than either of you could muster. So it wasn't until you woke up that justice was served. With all the strength you had, you pushed him away and shifted to the other side of the bed. "Don't touch me!" You shouted at him, your face twisted in fear at the man before you. He tried to quiet you down but the sick feeling in his stomach was too much. It traveled to his eyes and made them water; he knew this was his fault. He knew the reason you're scared of him is because of what he did to you. "Baby please calm down -" "No! Get out! Get out!" Tears began to travel down you face. The right side of your mouth was heavy and you there was ringing in your ears but you wouldn't stop until he was gone. "You did this! Help! Someone please help me!" He gripped your forearm and squeezed tightly, digging his nails into your arm. You yelped out in pain but he didn't stop. "Stop this Y/N." This wasn't the Luke you knew and, to be honest, he didn't know who he was right now. But you didn't quit your screaming and soon the nurses and doctor came in to separate you two. They were able to detain Luke in another room, and have you speak to a cop. The entire time, your hand was rubbing over Luke's nail marks on your forearm.

MICHAEL: It surprised everyone two years ago when you moved in with your boyfriend, Michael. Hell even you were surprised when he showed up at your parent's place with a spare key. But it's not too bad living with him in L.A. The weather is amazing, the food is great and everyone is so nice. There are some downsides though; you miss your family and don't get to see them as much as you'd like, your job is pretty boring, and the bruises. The bruises can get pretty bad nowadays. They started months or so after you moved and have only gotten worst with time. He can just get so angry sometimes. He can't control it, he says, and that it's your fault because he wasn't like that until he met you. And so you live life gingerly to keep him happy so you don't end up with bruises. The emotional toll is greater than physical though; you can handle buying extra concealer to cover up the black and blue on your cheek, or the hand prints on your upper arm, but your mindset is messed up. You're pissed off all the time; sure you keep up a joyful facade but he annoys the shit out of you. You had goals to be a respected strong and independent black woman by 21 but here you are acting like some 50's housewife. Some days it gets so bad that you want to take your own life, but you know that's dumb. So instead, you decide to kill the source of the problem. When Michael comes home, he likes dinner to be on the table so that when he's done, he can spend all evening playing video games. So today, you fixed him his dinner and drink as usual. "Babe this is lovely. Thank you." "Well you know I do whatever I can to make you happy Mikey." "As it should be." You roll your eyes and place his drink on a coaster, "yes Michael, as it should be." You stared with hunger as he took a sip and began to cough. The smile on your face couldn't be hidden so he looked at you with confusion. He began to choke and then realized what you had done. "What the hell did you do you crazy bitch!" He yelled through vicious cough session. He tried to reach for your arm but you laughed menacingly backing away from the table. Placing a last kiss on his now cold forehead, you left to pack your things. You know some guys just can't hold their arsenic*.