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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"Yeah I need you now but I don't know you yet."
Your finger hovered over the call button. Looking down at your old best friend's contact, Emily. You missed her, it had been close to 3 years since you last saw her. You hit the call button, listening to the familiar ring.
The rings fade out leading up to Emily's voicemail. Sighing and hanging up, leaning back against the wall. "Now who can I fucking call." You muttered to yourself looking over your contacts that you hadn't talked to for the years that you had been with Devin.
You pulled the business card out of your pocket, dialing the number. Hoping that he would pick up.
"Spencer Reid" you let out a sigh of relief when you heard his voice.
"Hi, I'm sorry to bother you but I was wondering if we could talk. I really need a friend right now" your voice was shaky, you needed to talk to someone, anyone.
"Hey, you would never be a bother" he started "what's on your mind?" he asked softly.
"It's kinda hard to explain over the phone" you whispered.
"Name a time and place, love" his voice calming your nerves.
"Could I come over to your apartment?" your voice shaking as you looked around your apartment, terrified that Devin would come home.
"Yeah, you can come over whenever you want" his words causing heat to rush to your cheeks, a slight blush forming.
You hung up the phone grabbing your phone before rushing down the stairs to Spencer's apartment. Knocking on the wooden door, not stopping until Spencer opened the door.
"Hey what's wrong?" He questioned as he let you in. Your eyes were bloodshot and puffy, your cheeks stained with tears. "Uh, I guess I finally need help, I thought I could take it, but it just was too much tonight"
He sighed as you spoke "Love, I hope you know that you didn't deserve any of that" he started, reaching out to rub your arm, pulling his hand away as you flinched. "He's a monster, and I can promise you that he won't touch you ever again"
You teared up, sitting down on the couch. "But how can you make sure he gets charged. The last time I tried to get him charged the police took his side" you muttered, pulling your knees to your chest.
Spencer let out a soft chuckle "I can assure you that they won't take his side again, if they do I'll just arrest him myself" You tilted your head slightly "What?"
Spencer gave you a sad smile, wiping your tears away with his thumb. "I work for the FBI, love. If the police don't charge him, I'll find a way to" you sniffled softly as you look up at him. "Why? Why would you do that for me? You don't even know me"
The smile fell from Spencer's lips as he heard your words. "I want you to feel safe in your own home. I want you to know that any man who takes his rage out on a woman is a weak weak man. I want you to know that you are loved, and you're cared for, and that you are powerful, we just need to tap into your confidence love"
"I'm sorry but I don't think I can break it off, I don't have anything saved up, he holds all the power," you muttered not having the confidence or strength to leave your abuser. "I shouldn't have come down here, I'm sorry Spencer"
You got up heading to the door, listening to Spencer's protests, "Y/N, Stay please, you don't have to go back to him, you are strong enough" Tears pricking at his eyes as he watched you leave.
It had been a week since you went over to Spencer's. Spencer's last words replayed in your head. You knew that you could leave Devin, it just was complicated.
Out of your 9-year relationship, you were his little princess, if anyone even looked at you the wrong way he had them killed. That was up until last year when you destroyed his entire empire. Interpol had finally gotten enough information to take it down.
"You know what you're fucking problem is princess? You can't keep your fucking mouth shut, you're so fucking lucky that I love you. Or else there would be a bullet through your skull."
