Not meant to be

Pain

(Mick's point of view)

I wake up to and empty bed and immediately I start to panic. I look around for (Y/N) but I don't see her anywhere.

"(Y/N)?" I call.

No reply.

I get out of bed and walk into the bathroom, she's not in there.
I decide to check downstairs for her.

I walk down the stairs and round the corner into the kitchen. The lights are off in the whole house.
I look around the living room but she's not in there either.

"(Y/N)?" I call again.

Suddenly as I walk past the basement steps I hear the faint sound of sobbing.

I jog down the basement steps and turn on the light.
I try and follow where the noise is coming from.

"(Y/N)?!" I yell.

I stop in front of the guitar room.
I open the door and slowly walk in.
There she is, she's sitting on the floor in the dark with her head in her knees.

I rush over to her and kneel down and touch her shoulder.
She screams and backs away from me.

"Shhh. It's okay (Y/N). It's just me Mick," I tell her.

She looks up at me but quickly looks down.

I feel my heart break in two.

I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her small frame. She flinches but allows me to touch her.
I pull her into my chest and allow her to cry into my bare chest. She wraps her tiny arms around me and sobs so hard her whole body shakes.

I rub her back and smooth down her hair.

"Make it stop Mick," she whispers.

I rub her back, I wish I could take away her pain.

"I can still feel him everywhere. It hurts," she sobs.

I let out a sigh.

I rub her back and hold her even closer to me.

She settles into my lap and continues to sob.

She starts scratching at her skin. I grab her hands gently and hold them in mine.

"Don't do that," I tell her sadly.

She sobs and lays her head on my chest.

"Please Mick. I-I, it hurts," she panics.
"I know baby," I whisper.

I kiss her forehead and she shivers.

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When her crying dies down I decide to ask her a question.

"Why did you come down here?" I ask her.

She shakes her head and I sigh.

"You can tell me," I assure her.

She sighs.

"I was scared and I didn't want to wake you," she whispers.

"You should have woken me baby," I tell her.

She shakes her head.

"You don't need to be bothered with my problems," she whispers.

I shake my head.

"No. (Y/N), please, you need to tell me this stuff," I explain.

She sighs.

"I don't want to be a burden. You deserve so much better than me Mick," she whispers.