Y/N has always known Emily, growing up together and bonding over shared trauma. Even going as far as going undercover for Interpol. After the 9 grueling years, she had given up on love, it would always lead to heartbreak even if it's a good guy. Tha...
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"Promising herself that she'll only see the best, So she stays and gives away her life"
"What are you going to do? Hm? Runaway and tell someone, trust me, love, no one will believe you" Devin hissed out at you, watching the tears fall down your cheeks, pain filling your eyes. He was right, you tried to file a restraining order before, and the police just brushed it off.
You whimpered "I'm sorry, I won't do it again" he let out a soft chuckle as he gripped your jaw, "That's right, you are sorry. You know that I'm the only one who could ever love you" His words broke you, but you knew he was right.
He gave you everything, he was the love of your life at one point, that was until his dark side came out. He pushed you away from your friends and family, leaving him your only support system. "I'll be back" His voice pulled you out of your thoughts, you nodded softly. "Don't let anyone in the apartment, and don't try to go and get help, I got it" You recited the rules he gave you the first time you saw his dark side, they were practically engraved in your brain by this point.
"Good girl" He praised as he left the apartment, leaving you with your thoughts. You felt the tears start to well up in your eyes, finally letting the tears fall, and the sobs come out. You slid down the wall, letting yourself wallow in your self-pity.
Hearing a knock at the door you wiped at your eyes, pulling your hood over your head, trying to hide the bruises. Getting up and looking through the peephole, you sighed softly as you saw your next-door neighbor Ivy.
"Come on, open up, I know he's gone Y/N" She spoke as she knocked again, you opened the door a crack "You know the rules, please Ivy go away" She shook her head and came inside your apartment.
"Where's your first aid kit, let me help you" She muttered as she looked over your bruises at various stages of healing. "Under the sink in the bathroom, please be quick"
She made her way to the bathroom grabbing the first aid kit, before returning to the living room. She pissed you off, by how much she cared "Thank you" you muttered as she took out some cream to help your bruises heal.
"Honey I'm a doctor, no need to thank me, please if you won't let me report him, let me help take care of you." You smiled at her words, letting her apply the cream and gauze to your injuries.
After about 10 minutes she had finished applying the cream, "Do you want some company?" You shook your head, it was an obvious lie. She gave you a sad smile before nodding "Hopefully I see you under better circumstances next time."
With that she left, leaving you alone again. You sighed as you went to go change into some more comfortable clothes, pulling off your jeans and sweatshirt that reminded you of your boyfriend. You tugged on a pair of sweatpants and pulling on a long sleeve shirt, being careful not to move the gauze.
You ran your fingers through your hair, looking around the apartment, fuck this place is a mess, you thought. Sighing as you tidied up the apartment, hoping that if the apartment was cleaned you might be safe.
After an hour of cleaning you heard the front door opening "Welcome home" you addressed to your boyfriend, not bothering to look over at him. In the back of your mind, you knew that he was drunk, and if you didn't piss him off, he wouldn't hit you.
You held your breath waiting for his response. He chuckled as he heard your words "Baby, you cleaned" He stated, surprised at your efforts "What a nice surprise" His words slurred as he walked over to you.
Your breath hitched as you felt him come closer, feeling his breath on your face. Dropping the glass of water you were holding. You cursed softly as you felt the water splash against your feet. "Seriously? You can't even keep the apartment clean. Clean this up, Y/N" He seethed, leaving you to clean up the mess.
You sighed as you crouched down grabbing a towel to soak up the water. Picking up the shards of glass, careful to not cut yourself. Soft cries coming from your lips, trying not to alert your boyfriend of the pain that came from his words.
You finished cleaning up the broken glass. Looking over at the front door hearing a soft knock on it.
