𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐩𝐬 - 𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐥𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

*This chapter is going to be very emotional, depressing and lots of hints about domestic abuse. I'm currently going through a bad time in my mental health and it helps to sorta write it down.*

September 17th 1984

"Richard Is Gone."

All Brooke seemed to do now was reassure me. I was such a paranoid mess, that's all she did to me. Every man with dark brown hair was him to me. Every. Single. One.

They all brought back the memories, even though it wasn't him.

The yelling, the fighting, the blood. Oh the fucking blood. There was always so much blood. On the walls, the floor, his hands.

I remember the pain. Physical. Mental. Even emotional. I don't even know why I stayed with him after it all. I guess I was in love? No boys ever seemed to have interest in me. Not for me anyway. I was just the girl with the nice body. He seemed different. He seemed to care. He thought I was more than just a body. I guess I was wrong. I was nothing more than a sex toy. Someone he could fuck and throw around like a doll. I should have read the signs but I didn't.

"I know." I replied with a mumble.

She looked over at me, giving me a sympathetic smile and joined the conversation the boys were having, leaving me to my thoughts.

It all started a few months after we started dating. The dates came to a slow stop, the random compliments came to a halt and he stopped really acknowledging me. I thought he was just tired because of work. Stressed maybe? I even thought maybe there was another woman.

It all became a lot clearer he day he raised his fist.

I came home late, my boss had asked me to stay a few extra hours to make up for some lost time. To which I agreed as I had nothing planned that evening.

I came home only to be bombarded with questions about where I was and who I was with. At first I thought he was jus being protective. Maybe he was worried?

I tried explaining what had happened but all he did back was yell and scream. I opened my mouth to try and explain once more when his fist came into the air and landed right on my nose. I fell backwards into the dresser, and cradled my bloody nose, tears streaming down my face silently.

He apologised endlessly as he pulled me into his cold embrace mumbling how sorry he was and it'll never happen again.

He lied.

Hey sorry this one is really fucking short but I wanted to post a chapter but something has happened tonight that's lowkey fucked with me lolll so it's quite depressing.

But in a way we should appreciate that it's giving a bit more detail on (Y/N) past.

I really can't be bothered to post the word count etc so I'm sorry but I hope this is at least a little interesting.