Team Arrow Imagines {CLOSED}

This Is A Place Where I Don't Feel Alone (Team Arrow) [1/2]

A/N: Trigger warning: Gang rape and alcoholism.

While I was walking out of the elevator with drinks in hand for Oliver and Diggle, I hear my phone ring. I walk into Oliver's office at Queen Consolidated and set the drinks on the counter.

I answer the phone and I hear a familiar man's voice. "Hello?" "Hey, Y/N. I'm sorry that I didn't call with better news." "Who is this?" "Matthew's brother. Matt... he um, he's gone." "I don't follow." "Y/N, he's gone. He's dead. One of Ramon's gangbangers got to him. He's gone."

A breath hitches in my chest as I feel sadness stinging in my throat. "When?" I whimper. "Y/N, are you okay?" Diggle asks.  "Three days ago," "How did you find me?" "The funeral is in two weeks. And I know he would want you to be there. I'll text you the details."

I could hear his sob through the phone. "Wait—" The call drops and tears escape my eyes as my gaze falls to the floor. "Y/N?" I feel Diggle's hand on my arm and I wince at his touch. "What happened? Who called you?"

"I have to go," I leave the same way I came. I cover my mouth to prevent any sobs from leaving my lips. I sit in the driver's side of my car and when I reach for the throttle, I think back to when Matthew and I first met.

Blinking slowly as I stare at the bottom on the cup of bourbon, I realize that I was roofied. "Oh shit," My legs fail me as I hurdled towards the floor. A pair of strong arms catch me and lift me over his shoulder.

Everything was so blurry that I couldn't tell a face apart from a piece of furniture. My lips felt numb, and the words that I wanted to scream were silenced. I watched helplessly as I was enclosed in a room. He turned on the lights before he threw me on the bed.

There were other men in the room. They each had tattooed arm sleeves and faces. My heart sunk when I saw guns hanging from their belts. Why did I choose to go tor this party out of all parties?

Each man tied my limbs to a corner of the bed. I close my eyes as I knew what was coming next. "Oh no, don't close your eyes princess. I'm all about eye contact." He straddled my waist and wrapped his hand around my neck. "Look at me!" He yells, making me cry out.

"Help! Help me, please!" I felt a faint crack as he punches me across the face. "No one's going to hear you, so you might as well stop trying." He whispers in my ear, making my skin crawl. He hands slide under my shirt and I look away from him as he squeezed my breasts.

I bring my knee up and hit him right in the groin. He falls off of his bed and grabbed his groin in pain. The next thing I knew, I am looking down the barrel of a gun. I shuddered and say, "I'm sorry," "Bitch, you're going to be sorry." He says as he unbuckled his jeans.

"N-no, please." He slapped me across the face and laid over me. He ripped off my jeans and spread my legs as pulled off his boxers. Crying as I feel my walls tear from the toughness of his thrusts, I fight my urge to scream. Because I know that otherwise, I would be shot and killed.

I looked away from him and tried to block out his moans and comments. He grabs my face to make me look at him. When he finishes and gets off of the bed, another man hops on. He pulls off his shirt and I tug at the restraints for some give, but nothing.

He wraps his hands around my neck and squeezes it so hard that I felt like my head was about to explode. Tears trail down the sides of my face as my head hits the headboard as he thrusts into me. When he finally lets go, I started to cry and my body started to tremble.

"Please just leave me alone. I can't.. I can't take this anymore." "What the hell is going on in here?!" A man says as he walks into the room. "Whoa," another man says as he stands beside him. "You need to leave," the man says. "Or what, ese? You're gonna call the police? You'll be dead before you can reach for the phone."

More people started to file into the room to back the new man and the next thing I knew, there was a full out brawl. I tried to pull against the bondages but the would give. I feel a hand on mine and I gasp in fear. It was the first man that walked into the room and noticed the whole thing.

His chocolate brown eyes burrow into mine for a split second before he untied my restraints. I was barely keeping it together when he asked, "You're Y/N, right?" I looked at him and tears escaped my eyes. "Everything is going to be okay, alr—" "Matthew, the sons of bitches got away. What do you want me to do?"

"Clear out the party. We're not having one in a while." He says before looking back at me. "You.. can a shower upstairs and I will bring you clothes to change into, okay?" He adds. "I'm so sorry that this happened to you," Sobs escaped my mouth and I fell onto his chest.

I could feel heart banging against his chest as he wrapped an arm around me.