Knockout

Chapter Seven

That night, when the girl -Rey- called you, you laid in bed for hours, switching between crying and seething, sometimes both. You felt so hurt, so stupid. You never should have gotten involved with Kylo. He's a patient for star's sake, and an illegal boxer... and apparently not single. Which isn't surprising, a man who looks like he does won't stay single for long.

After some number of hours later, you eventually sat up, haphazardly swiping the backs of your hands on your cheeks, rubbing away the evidence of the turmoil inside. You don't know if you slept or not, but you knew you couldn't stay alone in your bed crying.

You felt like there was a dark, ominous cloud looming over you, casting deep, dark shadows on your mind and thoughts, wrapping you in pain. Though things may not have progressed very far with Kylo, the betrayal cut deep.

Getting ready for the day felt like a waste, knowing that you wouldn't have the energy to do anything. Just mope. You didn't have to work, but for once you wished you did, as a distraction, but it seems the universes' cruel jokes would never end.

You turned on the shower, the water quickly becoming scalding. The heat turned your skin slightly pink, in a pain you hoped would detract from the one inside your heart. Inside, you roughly scrubbed over your skin, wanting to wash away any trace of where he'd been. You thanked any god there was that you didn't sleep with him. You didn't think you could handle it if he'd been inside you, marked you. You tried to ignore your body's reaction to the idea, scolding yourself for even wanting him after what he's done to you.

You were in the shower so long, the water began to run cold, prompting you to get out. You didn't know how long you were in there, but it must have been a while, as you phone had a multitude of notifications lighting up the screen. One message in particular made your breath hitch.

Kylo. That fucker .

He texted you, asking how you were, asking if tonight was a good night for the "date". You wanted to scream. To cuss him out, call him out for his sleaziness, but you didn't. You just ignored the text and blocked his number.

You got dressed in comfortable clothes, a small comfort amidst the flurry of pain you felt. Basically pajamas, but even more ratty than normal.

The lack of sunlight coming in from the windows cues you into the fact that it's way too early to be awake, but you know better than to think you could sleep. Instead, you decide to deep clean your room, hoping to keep your body and mind busy. After your bed has been made, laundry started, floors swept, and bathroom scrubbed, you move onto the kitchen. You haven't stress cleaned like this since you were preparing to take your certification exams.

Eventually after cleaning every inch of the apartment you could get to, you just sat in the living room on the black leather couch. Just waiting for Finn to wake up, needing one of his warm strong hugs to help fight the darkness that threatened to consume you from the inside. He'd been your best friend since your undergrad, and he's the one person you can count on no matter what.

By the time Finn came out of his room, you'd dozed off slightly on the sofa, head on your knees as you hugged yourself. His appearance woke you.

"Finn?" You croaked, voice horse from a mix of the crying and lack of use.

Still half asleep, he was startled by you, jumping up a little bit. "(Y/N)?"

"You know that guy I've kinda been seeing..." you started, trying top keep your emotions in check. He nods a little, moving to come sit by you.

"He um, well," a deep breath, "He has a girlfriend." Your voice broke some towards the end, pulling Finn closer, the dam on your tears having burst.