Blue Roses (John Egbert x Reader)

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She was the kind of trouble my father told me to stay away from, but addiction was a powerful thing...

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                        I met her again in an alleyway, half drowned in poison and broken...

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        I was walking down to the store, out of all nights this is the night that I ran out of popcorn. I had let my mind wander to the thought of [Name], she was stunning. Everything about her made me so much more addicted to her than what was healthy. I was actually ansty and restless to meet up with her again, she had agreed to watch Con Air with me tonight surprisingly enough! I had to make sure everything was perfect, a very strange thing for me to do. And just for a single girl!

        I was nearing the store when something in an alleyway caught my eye. I saw the familiar glimpse of hair and slowly turned to find the very woman who occupied my thoughts slumped against the building wall with several broken bottles of alcohol surrounding her. A half empty bottle of vodka was hostage in her hand, I watched as she took a very large swig and just continued to swallow down the poison until none was left anymore. "[Name]?" I called out in a soft voice, her body tightened up at the name. I tried one more time, maybe she didn't hear me that well... "[Name]? Is that you?" I asked again, taking a cautious step forward. The closer I got the more I could see the bruises and bleeding cuts I saw on her skin. "Heeeyyyy Jooooooohn, I didn't expect to see you here..." She slurred out, groaning at the pressure of gravity as she tried standing only to fall back down on the floor. I rushed to her aid immediately upon seeing more gruesome wounds. "Come on [Name], I'm gonna take you back to my place and get you fixed up."

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        When I helped her back home I was more worried about her injuries than her intoxication. I took her into the bathroom where most of the medical supplies were kept and sat her down on the toilet seat. I attended to the wounds on her face and neck first, then cleaning and bandaging up her arms. She reeked of strong alcohol and her blood soaked majority of her shirt. I suddenly felt a bit awkward knowing I'd have to take off her shirt in order and clean and bandage everything else up. I shifted nervously with a small grunt of uneasiness escaping from my throat, and to my own personal horror I felt her eyes suddenly glue onto me. They were so serious for that split second until she started giggling. "Aww, little innocent Egberto wants me to get undressed?" She mused with a taunting grin.

        My heart was pounding a million miles a minute and my face must've been painted a vibrant red as she chuckled. She hummed to herself, a tune that wasn't quite coordinated correctly as she slipped her fingers under what was left on the bottom of her shirt before lifting it and tossing it overhead into the bathtub. I tried to compose myself, although it's hard to get yourself in a straight sense of mind when you're a hormonal teenager and there's a half-naked woman on you're toilet seat drunk and absolutely out of her mind.

        "Calm down, you're gonna injure me worse if your hands keep shaking with that needle and thread." I heard her mutter and froze for a moment, I hadn't realized that I was now stitching her wounds up. But they were cleaned out and disinfected, most of them I could patch up but this one had to be stitched up before bandaging. The cut was deep and looked pretty gruesome in which caused me to wonder what happened that landed her here like this. "What happened to you?" I asked out loud instead of pondering it over in my head. Her chest rose and fell with a deep sigh leaving her nostrils, her lips pursed and her eyes closed. It seems the drunk was was starting to wear off at least.

        "You don't want to know." Was her answer after a few minutes of silence. "You're a nice kid, a pretty legit person. I wouldn't want to scare you more than I probably have." I felt my lips turn down to a frown. My treatment on her wounds was done and I put away the first aid kit back under the sink. I had given her my hoodie to use as cover for the moment as I left her in the bathroom to strip herself of her bloodied and torn clothes. I grabbed one of my nightshirts and a pair of shorts and walked back towards the bathroom where I gave her the clothes and shut the door so she could change privately. I merely sat by the door just in case she needed help. "So you're not going to tell me why you were half-conscious and nearly beaten to a pulp in an alleyway?" I asked as I heard the door open and looked up and see her poke her head out and beam a playful smile down at me. "Nope!" She walked down the hall as I stood and followed after her, plopping herself right onto the couch and stretching to get herself comfortable. "Welp, let's get this movie night started Johnny boy." She cheered as I went into the kitchen and made some popcorn before going into the living room and putting in Con Air. I turned off the lights to make it more cinematic for the both of us, only ever getting up to retrieve the popcorn.

        The night ended with her snoozed up on the other side of the couch, her snores light and her breathing was a wisp in the air. I was awake enough to drape a blanket over her before heading back to my room. But once I plopped down on my bed the last thought that stayed inside my mind was [Name] and what could've possibly happened to her for her to result to such lengths. Maybe I would be able to figure it out, but more than likely I would lose myself in the process of finding her.