Roadtrip Oneshots (BxB)

i'll look after you

tw: drinking, somewhat attempted rape (not anything vulgar but uno)

shot after shot went down my throat as the music thumped loudly in my ears. i was alone, not wanting my friends near me in my current state.

heartbroken.
used.
drunk.

i knew it was wrong but i couldn't stop myself. and as cliche as it sounded, everything reminded me of her. and everytime i thought of her, my solution was to drink until my mind detached from the unwanted feelings caused by her.

the taste of her lips, coated in her strawberry chapstick, still lingered on mine. her touch on my arm like electricity. her coconut perfume still on all my jumpers, reminding me of what i once had.

but she ruined it. she cheated and ghosted me. two years of my life, completely gone. i didn't even find out until i saw her with another man in the shopping centre.

it had completely destroyed me and even though it had been over a month now, the bitter pain was still fresh everytime i thought of her.

a hand rested on my shoulder and i turned to see a man with bleach blonde hair which seemed to camouflage into his pale skin. his bright blue eyes glinted through the darkness of the club. he was muscular, multiple tattoos littering his biceps. he gave me a toothy grin, showing off his two gold teeth. i gave him a nervous smile.

"hey," he shouted over the music "come and dance wit' me". i almost wanted to protest, but realised i needed this to get her out of my mind.

it wouldn't have mattered if i said no. he had a tight grip on my wrist as he pulled me towards the dance floor.

he placed his hands firmly on my hips as he swayed to the music, forcing me to also sway. again, i found myself wanting to protest, but Owen didn't seem like the type to accept no as an answer.

he spun me around, pressing himself against my body, grinding into my ass as his kissed down my neck. my body trembled from anxiety, knowing where this was going and knowing i had no way of stopping him.

"want to take this back to my place?" he asked, nipping my ear. i whimpered, extremely uncomfortable now.

"hey! get off him!" my eyes snapped up and i could have cried in relief as Sonny pulled me out of Owen's arms and pushed me behind him, wrapping a protective arm around me.

"oi. he's mine. get your own slut" Owen snarled, lunging forward but Sonny blocked him again.

"he's a person and he deserves to be treated as one. he doesn't belong to you and he most definitely isn't property you can own. now, excuse us but we have places we need to be" Sonny shot one last glare in Owen's direction before taking my hand and pulling me away.

once outside, Sonny called Rye to come and pick us up. he then turned to me and started checking me over. on seeing the bruises, his face fell and he sighed softly.

"Brook you can't just let people walk over you like that" he says, wrapping his arms around me in tight hug.

his embrace was warm, loving and it caused me to completely break down on him, having not been held like this since my relationship with her.

my legs felt weak and i knew i would fall. Sonny seemed to pick up on this and fell down to his knees as i sobbed on him. he didnt seem to care i was getting his shirt soaked with my tears. if anything he pulled him impossibly closer.

"its ok Brooky. i'll look after you," he mummered quietly in my ear "i'll look after you"

-x-

lol hi.

idk what to say. i have another bronny one an possibly a rack one 🥴 coming....soon? but soon in roadtrip terms 😂

-Lauren