KOTLC "Choose em'" Oneshots

Sokeefe 344

Sophie was trying to be happy and was married to, who she thought was, the love of her life. He was never around, instead focusing on his work—filing papers (how noble). Sophie longed for the warmth around her shoulders when they were newlyweds and he would come home early just to take care of her. That was love. Fitz did not love her anymore and instead loved the side chick he found in Atlantis.

Sophie combed her fingers through her tear and snot soaked hair, trying to conceal her emotions before Fitz would come home and wonder why she was upset. Not that he would ask. She knew that he would look at her in disgust—who would've thought there was Cassius in him. She didn't want to become the victim, but she already knew that he was cheating so she was the victim.

The diamond encrusted door of their home creaked open and slammed shut as Fitz walked in, throwing his shoes off and going to the kitchen for a sip of fizzle berry wine. He often got drunk. Sophie heard a voice call her name, "Sophie. Get down here."

She stood up off of her bed and took one last glance in her mirror to make sure she looked decent before stumbling down the stairs. "Hello Fitz," she said quietly, her gaze aimed at the carpeted ground, "how was work today?"

Fitz groaned at her question, seeming to ignore it. He continued to down the entire bottle of Fizzleberry wine. "I can't believe you asked me that," he growled at her, grabbing her right wrist tight. "You should know that work was fine."

That was how Sophie knew that he was cheating—he always said work was fine even though there were days that the news came out about horrible things occurring at his job. If he even had a job anymore. "You're right, I'm sorry," she said while struggling to get out of his grasp.

He leaned in towards her face, his teal eyes were no longer sparkling like they used to, instead they were filled with a hard and angry glare. He kissed her with no emotion and then pushed her backwards, where she crashed into the wall and hit her head then fell to the ground. Hard.

Tears fell from Sophie's eyes while Fitz murmured that she was pathetic. He passed her without helping her, and stormed up the stairs. Sophie tried standing, but got nauseous, and then sat down seeing stars. She hailed the only person that she could get help from, who also happened to be a physician now.

The imparter blinked as the call was answered, "Hey, uh- Foster. Long time no see." It was Keefe.

A sense of relief flooded Sophie. "It's not time for fun and games, okay," she said, her words slurred by tears and pain.

"Oh my—-Sophie. Are you okay?"

"No," she whispered, "h-he hurt me. I need help. Please."

"Okay, I'll be over there in just second. Just hang on, okay?" Keefe said, going to grab his stuff and try to get over there. For Sophie.

"No. Not here. I don't know what he will do," she said frantically, trying to communicate her husbands tendencies in a discrete manner. But Sophie is never discrete.

Keefe stumbled a little before responding, "okay I will come get you and I'll fix you right up at my house. Sound good?" Sophie nodded in response and then hung up, covering her eyes with her hands and dropping her head to her knees to alleviate the physical and emotional pain.

Keefe arrived and walked up to her slowly talking softly, "Hey Sophie. I'm here to help, okay. Let's get going." His arms reached out to help lift her up, and that drained her energy even more. She swayed and locked her knees to prevent herself from collapsing. "Woah, hey, let's not hurt ourselves even more before we even get anywhere."

Sophie started to cry. She thought to herself: Why am I such a pain? Why do I have to bother people so much . It would be better if I was just gone. "I'm sorry," she cried to Keefe, to which she earned a massive hug and a light leap away from her toxic husband. Tears fell down her face like a waterfall, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bother you. I just need to go home."

"Hey. Don't say that. You don't bother me, this is my job. I'm going to take care of you, okay?" Keefe said, his icy but warm blue eyes staring into her own clouded ones. He tilted her chin upwards and forced her to look at him. "I want to help you."

Sophie's head jolted in pain, causing her to actually collapse. "Alright, well standing isn't a good thing then," Keefe muttered before setting her on a cot. "Tell me where it hurts, Sophie."

She pointed to the back of her head where she hit it, then sheepishly pointed at her butt, then her back, and then her heart. Her heart hurt the most of all—too many blows and it was beyond repair.

Keefe asked her to lay on her stomach, all awkwardness gone and replaced with care, concern, and duty. She rolled over, wincing in pain. "This is going to hurt, okay?" Keefe said as he began to press lightly on her head, figuring out where she hit it the hardest. He said something under his breath before going to a lab like area and created a poultice to put on the wound. He continued checking her back and butt, much to Sophie's pain, until he asked her, "How did he do this."

Sophie stuttered back, "what? He didn't do this. I'm just clumsy. Ha. Silly me." She was frantic and confused, why was she defending someone who hurt her? Was she afraid he would hurt her again if someone found out? Yes.

Keefe gave her a stern look then kneeled on the ground in front of her, "Look. This isn't typical Sophie. What happened to you?"

She stared at the ground. That was answer enough for Keefe.

"You're not going back to him."

"What?! It's fine. I told you it was just me being clumsy."

"No."

"Keefe. Thank you for your help but this is my life. I'm telling the truth I swear. I swear it on the Black Swan. Please believe me."

"No. This isn't natural behavior Sophie. It's not natural to call me at 2 am in the morning for some clumsy bruises. This is something more, and I know it. You are NOT going back there." Keefe raised his voice.

Sophie cowered and her eyes watered, and she broke down in front of Keefe. "I'm sorry. It was my fault. I wasn't good enough for him so he found someone new and...and...and then he loved me again. This is him loving me."

Keefe grabbed her hand and gestured to her body , "Fos—Sophie, this isn't love. This is abuse. You are staying here because I don't think you know what love is." He paused. "And I know that your heart hurts, but that's a side effect of him hurting you physically and emotionally. Trust me I can feel your emotions. We can fix your heart."

"What if I don't want to? What if this is what I want?"

"I know this isn't what you want. So I'm going to help you. I'm going to heal you. You just have to want to get better without him." His eyes were pleading now, he didn't want her to suffer any more.

She finally looked up at him. "Okay."

Wow okay so that was a long chapter after a long time of no writing. Sorry y'all, but the motivation is LOW. Hope you enjoyed. Please vote, comment, whateva.