A glimpse of dawn~ connor x reader dbh

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„Y/N, are you okay?"

I only can manage a small, faltering smile before leaving the office.

~

I lay on my couch, bottles around me. Ive been sitting here watching tv for hours, its about dinner time now. I lay down, resting for a nap.

I wake around 9 pm, and it's already dark. A heavy, repeated knock on my door echoes. I get up, „C-coming!" Expecting Hank, I open the door. My hair is messed up, makeup smeared, clothes slipping. My drunken state leaves me fumbling.

„Hank I-„

„Hey beautiful." Matthew greets, smile wide. He holds roses in his hand, eyes wide like a dogs. Almost how Connor looks when he is proud, but... One is clearly more handsome then the other.

Did he get a notification that says, „Hey! Y/N is depressed and is struggling today. Come over!"

„Matthe-ew.. get out of my house-„
„I just want to reconcile." I says, his fingertips grazing against my cheek. He runs his hand down my neck, and my heart speeds. I don't know where my gun is, or anything. I am not in the right state to fight him, either. All I can do is hope...

He pushes his way through me, making his way into the house. When he is in, he shuts the door and spins me around so my back is against the door. „I missed you."

„Maaatthew.. No. You have royally fucked me up, so get out of my house."

„Baby, hey... I've put cameras in your house, so I knew you were getting drunk. Thats why I came over... maybe you'll listen better and be a good girl." He says, rubbing my hair and patting my head.

Cameras..?

He grabs my hand and guides me to the couch, sitting me down. His calm attitude.. I know better than that. I gulp nervously, and his hands run down my thigh. „Y/N? You alright? I bet you've been touch deprived," He says, getting all too close for comfort. I want to scream, call for help. But he won't let me. Im trapped now.. Please.. someone save me. „Do you want me to touch you?"

„No."

He continues anyway, tugging at my pants line. „Oh, your just playing hard to get. You know you want me, I bet you do things to yourself thinking about me-„

„Matthew, PLEASE!" I yell, „Leave-!" He slams his hands over my mouth, shoving me back into the couch. He arches over me, and my mind blurs.

„Shhhh.... You know you want me. So accept it... or else ill just force my way in.." His words make me shutter. „How are you not in jail?" I ask, biting my lips. I quiver, scared.

„Oh, I find my ways. You love me, so I always find my way back to you."

I can only mumble, „I don't love you, Matthew." „Yes you do-„

„No, I love someone else."

My words sit in the air for a moment, silent before the sound of him slapping me across the face echoes. „You said what BITCH?" „I LOVE SOMEO-„ He slaps me again as he digs his knees into my stomach. „WHO IS IT??? Is it someone from your office? Fucking Fowler, Hank?"

I cry, „Please stop.." „Chris? OHH, or are you having sex with your neighbor Nancy? Are you trying to be gay now? THATS DISGUSTING, you are a slave to ME." His hands slide down my body, rubbing my hips and one grabs my throat. He squeezes, and I try to push him off of me.

I struggle, he groans as I kick him in the balls. He doesn't move though, his strength growing. He has worked out a lot since I've last seen him, he might even be on steroids. The veins in is arms peak out, mocking me. Breath escapes my lungs, and I finally give up.

It's either I die here, or I deal with whatever he wants to do to me.

„Okay.. you win."

He moans with happiness, laughing. He lets go of my neck, and I can feel the blood rushing. It's definitely going to bruise. His hand rushes up to my mouth, and he forces my lips apart. He shoves his finger into my mouth, pulling my face. He stretches my cheek, and I cry in pain.

„You sound so good." I close my eyes, terrified. He stretches the other side of my mouth too, so my face is disfigured. „Say you love me."

I try to talk, my lips not being able to touch eachother. Drool collects in my mouth, running down my chin. I manage to say a slurred ‚i love you' and it satisfies him. He takes pills out of his pockets and shove them down my throat, making me choke.

His hands, covered in my spit, travel and run through my hair.

I only sob, trying to black out.

His hands run up and down my body, my clothes sliding.

He is halfway through taking my pants and my bra off before I hear glass shatter. Matthew jumps off of me, and I finally open my eyes. I see Connor, holding a gun up to Matthew. „PUT YOUR HANDS DOWN AND GET ON THE FLOOR!"

I cry more, but of relief. Glass covers him, cutting his skin. He doesn't care, though. He looks.. almost traumatized. His gaze flickers to me, seeing my terrible state.

„OKAY!!! I comply!" Matthew screams, falling to the floor. He mumbles words to me, „You slut. Is this it? Are you a slut now? Much less for an android?"

Connors eyes fill with anger, „Shut it before I put a bullet in your head."

Through my blurry, drugged vision I see Connor approach Matthew. I try to yell out to him, „Thank you.. Connor... Where is Hank??"  His gaze doesnt leave Matthew, but he answers me. „Fowler had a meeting to hold with him, so he told me to come check on you. Little did I know this piece of shit would be here."

His words catch me off guard, his cussing. It almost seems like Hank has overtaken his body.

On the floor lays ropes and handcuffs, which Matthew brought and would have used. Connor, who obviously didn't see a need to bring handcuffs, grabs it and attempts to put them on Matthew. He whips around, punching Connor in the face. The gun gets knocked out of his hand, and he falters. Matthew pushes him over, and they roll around for a moment before Connors arms can reach the gun.

He shoots Matthew in his leg, sending him to fall off and collapse on the floor in pain. Matthew screams, but I can't hear him. I feel myself blacking out, and Connor rushes up to me. I reach my hand out to him, and he sits me up properly. I have to hold my top together to make sure I don't go completely ass naked, embarrassed.

Connor doesn't care, though. He helps me regain myself and slides my joggers up my body for me. He leans behind me and clips my bra back together, handing me his jacket. I fumble with it, covering up. Connor taps his LED, seemingly making a phone call.

„Hank? Come here, right now. Send ambulances too, and cops. I don't know if she is going to be okay. A man, I presume her ex, has broken in. Yes. Yes, Hank. She's not in a good state, her eyes are bloodshot. I don't even know where her clothes are.. Hank I tried, he-„

And I black out before I can hear him say anything else.