Split Up Person (Echo Bravo ocs x Hybrid! reader)

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   I'm walking home from seeing the movie Joker. Great film. As I stare off into space I can faintly hear footsteps behind me. I ignore them as I will only deal with them if I need to. I keep walking and start humming "Snuff" by Slipknot. I may not relate to it much but it's a great song. I get closer to home and hear the footsteps become louder and louder as someone approaches. It sounds like an older male judging by the echo of the footsteps against the cold pavement. A warmth appears behind me and a warm hand lays itself on my shoulder. I stop and spin around to ask, "do you need something?" "Yea, to get to know you, hot stuff," he replies smugly.

    He appears to be in his late 40s, a salt and pepper stubble on his chin and above his lip. He's quite a bit taller than me, but scrawny. I can easily sweep his legs if I need to.

    I sigh and take his hand off my shoulder. "I'm sure that's a want, not a need," I reply calmly and turn to walk away. But he grabs my wrist and immediately says "c'mon baby I'll take you 'round town and we can have a good time, if you know what I mean." "No," I snap and walk to my porch. "Huh. I guess we'll do it the hard way then," he mumbles and wraps me in a bear hug from behind. I kick off of the railing that lines my steps, knocking both of us down and in the process knocking the air out of him. His grip loosens and I stand, continuing to walk up to my door. I wish him a goodnight and stroll inside my house. I lock the door and slide my keys onto the counter. I climbed the stairs to my bathroom to take off my makeup and hop in the shower. Feeling the cold water run over me gives me a chill but that's what I like about cold showers. I step out into the now seemingly warm air and dry myself. I slip into an oversized band tee and flip onto my bed. It was a normal night so nothing to think about as I slip into a dreamless sleep.

   The next morning I wake up to no alarm. Fuck yes. Its Saturday bitches. I think to myself as I slowly make my way downstairs to my kitchen. I pop a pop tart into the toaster and grab my phone to scroll through Instagram. Nothing interesting. I grab my now warm pop tart and take a bite. Nothing like a pop tart to start my lazy Saturday am I right y/n? God I need to stop talking to myself. I need a roommate or something. I mean, I live in a two story house with two spare bedrooms and no one to occupy them. Then again I dont do that whole socializing thing soo.. Oh well. I flop on my couch to see that Gravity Falls is on TV. That got me probably too excited. I'm a twelve year old at heart still I guess. A phone call cuts me out of my intense intrest in the Pepto Bismol ad that was showing. I look down at my phone to see the name Deven displayed on it. I groan, contemplating if I should actually answer it or not. Eh. What the hell. I dont have anything better to do.

Y/n: mmm talk to me.

Deven: hey look I'm sorry for cheating on yo-

Y/n: so you did cheat?

Deven: yea. I fucked up. I want you back babygirl. You were the one and I threw you away for a cheap bitch.

Y/n: you did fuck up and now you're gonna deal with that fact.

Deven: baby dont be that way.

Y/n: I am not your baby. Bye asshole.

   At this point tears threaten to fall. He hurt me like no one else could have. He said all these sweet things and gave me all of his love. Then only tried to get in my pants and get nudes. When he didn't get any, he went for a cheap bitch. He got what he deserved. I used to feel happy. Hell I used to feel emotions. Now I just feel numb yet I help anyone who looks like they need help. I give and I give only for people to take. But I've grown used to the fact.

I will never try to get close to anyone ever again.

Ever.