A glimpse of dawn~ connor x reader dbh

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"I know your in there, sweetie.. Baby... Come on out! Or i'll twist your neck.." His voice is.. menacing. Clearly with no good intentions.

I text Hank to answer me, because he knows good and damn well last time I tried to call the police, Fowler wasn't on the job and nobody believed me.

Nobody believes a drunk detective girl over a rich white man.

He slams his fists against the door, and I feel the house vibrate even though he is far away.

Eventually, it stops, and I feel my muscles loosen.

Until I hear a knock on my bedroom door.

"FUCK OFF MATTHEW!!!!" I scream, my body shaking.

"Sweetie, you can't hide from me forever."

I feel my throat start to swell, and my words thicken. "Why are.. you so obsessed with me?"

A few seconds pass, "Because your the only girl that doesn't want me."

When I don't show up for work the next few days, no one notices.

Instead, I'm in Fowlers office and hanging out with my Neighbors.

Luckily, that night, my neighbor Nancy called the cops. She heard my scream, and luckily Fowler hadn't left the office yet.

Nancy is beautiful, long blonde hair with bright blue eyes and a tall, model body.

Matthew should've loved her instead.

My voicemail is filled with Hanks number, and he attempted to check on me the morning after, but Nancy told him to piss off.

Atta girl.

Apparently there's a hostage girl taken by an android, which Connor took care off. The old man apparently didn't do shit.

Maybe when i'm not with a broken wrist and a black eye, I'll get to hear about it.

.....
I hope the two idiots are okay.

Actually, let me clarify.

The idiot and his robot best friend.

Today, when I went to talk to Fowler about it all, I went through the back door. I saw Gavin yelling at Connor through the window, and suddenly my broken limbs seemed to fix themselves.

I so badly wanted to go beat the shit out of him, but Fowler knew me better then that and dragged me away.

Lame hoe.

Everything is normal.

Well, I consider a break in pretty normal, so take that with a grain of salt.

Nancy lends me some money, because on his way in, Matthew took my wallet.

10/10 douche.

About a week later, I am allowed back into my house and am prompted to go to work the next day. I am not upset about that, considering work is the only place Matthew doesn't go to find me.

He knows I have buff, old man friends.

My heart stumbles when I come in the next day, all eyes turn to me.

This is the longest i've been gone in awhile.

Hank is already there. He sits at his desk, his feet tapping rapidly. When he sees me, he ushers me over and walks over to a corner of the office.

"Fuck, Y/N, are you okay?? You have like 3 casts on.. god your eye.."

"I'm gonna be real fucking honest," I say, getting straight to the point, "I would be a lot better if you were more fucking reliable."

He reaches for a hug, but I back up a few steps. "What the hell were you doing? Jerking off in the bar?"

"You know I didn't purposely leave you alone."

I take a minute to breath in, trying to not loose my shit.

"You know, usually, when your friend is in a really fucked situation, you answer their calls. But it's whatever, because i'm just a drunk ass girl who can't get her shit together, right?" I feel my voice rise ever so slightly, "Oh, I'll be fine. Don't mind that I have a crazy ex that is willing to kill for me, AND kill me! I-"

"Im sorry, okay? But you can't blame me for it 100 percent. Normally when you call me, it's asking for whiskey."

I feel my bones stiffen.

"Okay, Anderson. I'm gonna back the fuck off and go get some coffee, so I don't loose it on you."

As I step away, I hear footsteps behind me. They seem to follow me, but stop suddenly and I hear Hank say, "Don't follow her."

The coffee bar is awfully quiet.

Thankfully.

I pour the largest cup i've had in years, and sit on the couch in the lounge area. I just need a minute so I can process everything.

I loosen my muscles as much as I can, and peak through my wrist cast. I am ITCHING to take it off.

I've been through worse.

When I quickly realize that the cast is too tight, I lean my head back and stare at the ceiling.

I hate myself, I hate my life, and I hate my job.