Team Arrow Imagines {CLOSED}

This Is a Place Where I Don't Feel Alone [2/2]

A car horn blares at me to move and I realize that I am in the middle lane of the highway. How I got here, I have no idea. I wave my hand apologetically and step on the gas until I'm going 65 mph. I pull into my driveway to notice Thea's car in the driveway.

"Hey, Ollie said that you left pretty upset. You wanna talk about it?" I rush towards my front door and say, "Not particularly, no." "Y/N—" "Thea, I can't talk to you about it. You won't understand. Please, just give me some space." "Okay,"

I walk into my apartment and lock the door. I drop everything at the door and walk up the stairs towards the storage bunker then I keep under my bed. I pull it out and take out a picture of me and Matthew at my first baseball game.

It was one of the first times that I was truly happy. As I come to think of it, every moment when I was happy involved Matthew. I have him to thank for everything. I grab my favorite shirt of his and press it against my face.

I whimper as I inhale his soft scent of apples and honey.

I sit on Andrew's bed after I took a shower like he suggested. I could see the bruises starting to form on my neck and face.

"Really, bro? What, she's going to stay here with us?" "Yes, she's going to stay here with us. Dude, she was gang raped, in our parent's bedroom! They threatened her life if she didn't comply. Her parents only care about her because of the social security check they get from adopting her." "Her life is fucked up, dude. I get it, but why—"

"Is she our responsibility? Because it happened in our house. I wanted to throw a party to distract myself from the breakup, and instead a girl was raped. And I'm not going to abandon her." Andrew snaps. "So she's going to stay with us whether you like it or not. So suck it up."

Andrew appeared in his bedroom and he says, "Sorry you had to the hear that," "Its fine." "Have you.. have you eaten?" "I don't want to burden you with anything, Matthew. I should go." I stand from the bed and advance towards the door.

"Wait, no. Hey," he stands in front of me and I run into his chest for the second time that night. "You're not going anywhere. Not until you're better."

My phone chimes but I don't bother to answer it.

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Third Person POV
Y/N has kept to herself since before the funeral. She released some pressure when she drank with Matthew's brother. But to know that Matthew died because he got involved with her. Ramon put a target on his back for fighting him and his crew to help Y/N.

The team was starting to notice her distance away from them and they were getting concerned. "Maybe I should stop by and see if she is okay." Oliver suggests.
"She's pushing away everybody, Oliver. How do you think you can do that?" "Because.. I think she's lost someone. Someone that she really cared for and I think I can relate to her."

"Well tell us how it goes," Thea says. Oliver nods and drives to her house later than night. He knocked on the door for at least five minutes before taking matters into his own hands and breaking in. He follows the sound of crying to Y/N bathroom.

The bathroom door was open and Y/N was sitting on the toilet with Matthew's shirt in her arms. "Y/N?" Oliver says, making her wince. "Oliver, what are you doing here?" "Who's shirt is that?" "You shouldn't be here, Oliver. I—" "Need space. I know, but how much space do you need? It's been weeks."

"How ever long it takes. I lost my rock, Oliver. He was the one thing.. that kept
me sane, that kept me grounded. And now he's dead, because of me." "Y/N, I'm not sure what happened, but I do know one thing. You could never kill anyone."

"He was killed, by the same gang that..." Y/N held her face in her hands as she sobbed softly. "Hey," Oliver says as he picked her up and walks her to the couch. Y/N looks at him and he brushes away her tears. "Come on, Y/N. You can trust me, you know that."

She lets out a soft sigh before explaining what happened to her when she was younger and how much Matthew meant to her. He's never saw her so depressed in his life. Truth be told, he hasn't seen her shed a single tear. She's been the his apart of the OTA and she's always been the emotionally strong one.

Oliver walk out of Y/N's house to grab his duffel bag. He fully intends on spending the week with her. "What are you doing?" She asks. "I'm not letting you out of my sight, Y/N. Now, when was the last time you showered?"

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