Toxicity (Spencer Reid X Reader)

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TW: FIGHTING/ABUSE
lemme just say right now that this chapter is dark...

"How? How are you pregnant?"

Sarcastically, you say, "well, when a mommy and a daddy love each other very much-"

He cuts you off, his face seemed annoyed, "What are you gonna do?"

"Get rid of it."

"Have you even thought this through?"

"I'm not cut out to be a mother and there's absolutely no fucking way I'm sending a child in the foster system."

"Can't you imagine us with a little baby running around?"

"Spencer, we're recovering drug addicts. We are barely mentally stable ourselves, how are we gonna be cut out to raise a child? Have you even thought about that?"

"I know, but what if we start our family now?"

"Maybe when we're a little bit older and little less dependent on drugs, then we can start to think about starting a family but not right now."

"Y/N, you have barely had any time to think this through. If we had a kid, it would be hard but we could do it."

The tension starts to rise between you two.

"How many fucking times do I have to tell you? I can't be a mother,"you flare your arms in the air, "I'm not cut out for it at all. Out of all people, you should know."

"I don't want to talk about this anymore," Spencer gets up and goes in the bedroom, "you're not having an abortion."

"Don't walk away from me!" you stand up and shout at him.

Spencer turns around and makes eye contact with you, "you're a fucking whore. You know what? I'm not even sorry for anything I said when I was drunk. I hate you, go fucking relapse."

"Oh, you think that fucking hurts me now? Come on, degrade me!" you run up to him, remaining eye contact.

He goes to push you to the ground but you punch him. He turns away in pain but once he gets himself adjusted, he pushes you down.

You feel the force of the hard ground against her back, it makes you lose your breath.

He gets on top of you, you push his hands with yours to keep them from choking or hitting you. You eventually get the strength to lift your head up.

You lean forward and spit in his face, "get the fuck off of me!"

He moves over so that he is sitting next to you. He wipes the saliva off of his face with his hand and looks at you.

You were terrified of him but you couldn't move, he could easily overpower you.

You get the courage to get up and run, he gets up and chases after you. He grabs your hair so hard that your head flings back. You turn around and punch him again.

Your hand is painfully bruised. It hurts but you needed something to defend yourself. Your adrenaline wouldn't allow you to take a moment to think about the pain.

Spencer looks at you, his lip and nose have blood running down them.

Your heart is racing as you back up from him, "don't fucking touch me." He touches his face and looks at the blood that comes off in his hands.

"You're selfish."

"Have you even thought about how hard this would be for me?" you start raising your voice.

"What about me?"

You were surprised the cops hadn't been called since you two had been yelling and making a commotion.

"I don't want to get rid of it but I have no choice! Me and you are not mentally capable of having a child."

You knew arguing wouldn't get him to listen to you unless you finally realize something, "I was just shooting up heroine. God knows how long I've been pregnant and imagine the pain the child would be in if I gave birth."

Spencer starts to become silent, he's starting to get it.

"So, say whatever you want. It will not change my decision. And if you're gonna act like this every time you don't get your way, I'm leaving."

He looks away from you, probably embarrassed for how he had just reacting to something. He wanted you to think it through but he hadn't even done the same.

"What do you have to save for yourself, Spencer?" you get in his face.

"I-I'm sorry," he sounded like he didn't even want to apologize.

While you were arguing with him, you were trying to figure out where you're gonna go have all of this is over.

"It's a little too late for that but its fine. If I have to threaten to leave you for you to apologize or even start to change then I'm done. I can't do this anymore."

You walk away, into the bedroom. You grab a blanket from the closet and a pillow from the bed.

You take them and go into the living room, "I'm going to sleep on the couch. I'll pack my stuff tomorrow."

Spencer walks into the bedroom and slams the door behind him.

You lay down on the couch and cover yourself up, putting the pillow under your head. You try to get as comfortable as you can with everything that just happened.

You roll over so that if Spencer were to walk out, he wouldn't see your face. You cry for a while, trying not to shake. But eventually you cry yourself to sleep.

this may or may not be based on a true story😎