Aomine x Reader: Goodbye is not forever

Part 7

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They say, don't be afraid of the dark. Be afraid of what lurks in it.

What is in the dark? Monsters? What a joke. Monsters don't exist. If we are talking about the monsters with horns and tails then this must be a joke.

Hell, the real monsters are people. They are cruel. Greedy. Selfish.

"Selfish...hah..." Those words left your mouth in a raspy voice. "If, monsters are humans. And humans are selfish...."

"Then I guess I'm a monster?"

"I'm worse than fucking trash...I did something like that to him. What did he do to deserve this?"

"Fuck, I'm going to die. I'm going to die and leave my son behind. Leave Aomine again...this time permanently."

"I'm sorry Aomine. I'm sorry I overreacted like an ignorant bitch and ran off. I'm sorry you missed the important years of your sons life. I'm sorry I kept it a secret. I'm so sorry I broke you heart. I'm so sorry..."

Tears filled your eyes. They wouldn't stop coming out. It was like someone had pushed a button inside you that released a waterfall of tears.

"I'm so sorry I was a shitty person." You sobbed. "I...deserve this..."

"Aw, (Name)...don't cry now. You'll ruin your pretty face."

A man tut-tutted from behind you. He rested his large hands on you shoulders and firmly squeezed. Slowly he lowered his head towards your neck, and pressed his lips on your skin.

Immediately you flinched and tried to pull away. But of course he didn't let that happen.

"Now now (name), play nice and I won't hurt you okay?"

He slid his hands up; using a finger to lightly trace down the back of your neck, and to your hair where he used hand to brush through your tresses. Both his hands untied the annoying black fabric that blinded you.

Finally you could see everything. You could see a empty room. The wallpaper was falling off. It smelled of dust and old wood. The floorboards creaked as the man walked around to stand in front of you.

You didn't notice but your hands were tightly binded together, as were your feet.

"(Guy's name)...why are you doing this?"

He laughed. It wasn't a pleasant laugh, but a malicious, taunting laugh.

"You should be thanking me. The question is, why not? I'm rich, handsome, tall...I can give you everything you want! And yet, you choose that lame basketball player over me?"

He scoffed. His brows furrowed and he placed his hands on his hips. His suit was the same from earlier.

"(Name), I love you don't you see."

After he said that, you laughed. It came out at first as a chuckle. Then a giggle, which lead up to a roar of laughter.

"Ha-ha! That's funny. Last time I checked only psychos' did this kind of thing. Let me go you asshole."

Your words, like venom, stung him hard. He saw the anger in your eyes- the unsettling gaze that gave him chills straight to his phallus. (Guy's name) pulled himself together. He cleared his throat, holding his fist to his mouth.

"Now, now. Yes I'm a psyco, but my intentions are pure. I want what's best for you. I can give you what's best!" He threw his arms open and held them in the air, "when we get married, our honeymoon will be in Bora Bora!"

"What makes you think I'll marry you!"

"Oooh..." He said, his voice dangerously low, "(Name). You will marry me. Because if you don't..."

With no warning he grabbed your face with one hand. Squeezing your cheeks between his fingers. It hurt so much you cried out in pain.

"I'll kill your son."

The anger left your eyes. He saw despair. Hurt. Sadness. Worry. He saw you crumbling, but even so that didn't stop you from gravely retorting back.

"If you touch my child, I'll make sure you regret it you bastard."

There was a silence- a somewhat long stare down between you two. He smirked. You scowled. His hand let go of your jaw, but it made its way back when he decided to slap you so hard that you almost tipped over in the chair you were binded to.

The only sound that left your mouth was a gasp. The slap left a red mark on your face, and a busted lip.

"Don't talk to me like that. I've had enough of this nonsense."

He used so much of his strength in that slap that his hair fell out of place. He slicked back his hair, looking at you afterwards with cold eyes.

"I'll be back. In the meantime think about what you are going to do to make this up for me."

You didn't reply back. He shuggred it off and walked away. Where was he going? Only God is aware. It went dead silent again. At least you didn't have that blindfold on. Now you could at least make out your surroundings. The poorly lit room had boxes. Boxes on boxes all over. It seemed like the typical room that you see on movies. You know, the one where people who are kidnapped are locked in? Yeah that one.

Your body was aching suddenly. The chair you were strapped to was uncomfortable and hard. Least he could have done was get you a more comfortable chair.

Ignoring the burning of your cheek, and the stinging of your lip, you leaned your head back on the chair to rest. Getting out of this predictiment was out of the question. No one is aware that you're here in this shitty smelly cold room.

From outside, footsteps walked around. Your thought was that it was (guys name) again, ready to do whatever he wanted to do with you.

The door opened, automatically you sat straight up, preparing for the worst. The footsteps began walking towards you again, slowly. 1...2...3... Seconds until they were right behind you.

A hand rested on your shoulder, a very big one that is. It wasn't (guys name). You knew who this person was.

"Aomine?" You whispered in a shaky voice. The hand gently squeezed in response, it's way of confirming that it was who you guessed it was.

He didn't speak, just made a 'shhh' sound to quiet you as he worked on the ropes that binded you. When you were finally free, you quickly stood up and rubbed your wrist, murmuring ouch under your breath. Before you stood Aomine, lightly illuminated by the single half burnt light bulb on the ceiling above. He looked tense; worried even about the pain that was evident on your face.

Or, more like he was looking at you puffy bruised lip and cheek.

"Did...did he touch you?!" His hand reached out to touch your cheek gently.
His proximity was so close, he could kiss you if he wanted to. The way his thumb traced over your lips sort of gave you the idea that he might.

"Ouch, Aomine careful its..." You paused. You didn't want to tell him it was fresh. Or else he would get even more angry than he was, and probably do something that will get you two caught.

"It's. What." He seethed between gritted teeth. You licked your bruised lip to ease the pain. "Nothing. Wait, how did you get in here? Matter fact, how did you know I was..."

Aomines eyebrows came together in a frown when he noticed you changed the subject, nonetheless he let it go to answer your questions.

"Daichi told me. He's safe by the way. He is with Momoi. She's probably called the cops by now."

Just hearing that lifted your spirits up. Even in this dark, frightening situation.

"That's our son. Always smart and ready."

Aomines eyes widened when you said that. "...yeah...that is OUR son."

You light blushed when he emphasized in the 'our' part. He must have felt your cheek burning from the blush, because his hand never left your cheek. He grinned. Even though he was probably heated and angry, he still managed to grin even in a time like this.

"Aomine, what's the plan then? Do we wait for the cops or...?"

"Are you kidding me? No, I'm taking you somewhere far and safe from this dump. We need to get going now."

He dropped his hand from your cheek to grasp your hand. Warm, big, and safe. That's what his hand felt like at the moment. It would be a lie to say that it didn't heat your cheeks up even more.

"Oh." You whispered from behind him. Aomine looked back at you with a raised eyebrow. "Whats wrong?"

"Aomine...I just noticed but...you came for me. Even after what I said? Why?"

The corner of his lip twitched, his body tensed up and his hand squeezed yours. He whipped his head forward to avoid your eyes.

"I dunno."

Well, that stings. His answer of course.

"Oh."

"Let's just get out of here." He replied dryly.

You tried to avoid thinking about how nochantly he said that. You focused more on being silent and following him as his hid behind walls and boxes of the warehouse. It was old, and by a pier. So it smelled like fish and ocean water.

He moved swiftly towards the back where a bright red sign that read 'exit' hung from above. A wash of relief overcame you as you two got closer. You almost free!! Almost...until a man appeared out of nowhere and knocked you down. It would have brought Aomine down too if you didn't release his hand.

The man was on top of you, he hands trying to grab yours. You fought back, but only long enough for Aomine to push him off you. He rolled on the floor with him. Throwing hard punches that sounded like they were cracking the mans jaw.

You had to stop him. He would have killed him if you didn't.

"Aomine!" You cried out with tears falling from your eyes. "stop!"

Aomine had his fist in the air when he froze. He looked over his shoulder, eyes crazed and clouded with anger that softened when he saw the salt water trickling from your eyes.

From the left side of the room, someone clapped their hands in amusement.

"Aomine Daiki, you really are like a black panther. Fast and agreesive."

(Guys name) appeared from the shadows with a crooked disgusting smile on his malicious face. "Oh, you made my dear wife cry . Come now, (Name). Let me wipe those tears for you."

Aomines scowl returned upon hearing and seeing (guys name). He erected from the floor and made his way to (guys name), a fist ready to swing. You saw as (guys name) reached for something behind him. A gun.

Immedietly, so fast that you didn't even have time to breathe you stopped Aomine. You hugged him from behind tightly with all the strength you had. "No! No! Don't he has a gun he'll kill you."

Aomine froze when the gun was pointed at him. But his fist was still balled up and tense. You moved in front of him so that the gun was being pointed at you. Aomine angrily huffed at you.

"Get out of the way, (Name). I'm going to kill this guy for hurting you."

"No! I don't want you too!"

"Really? You want me to let go of the fact that he hit you?" He growled, whilst glaring at guys name.

"I rather you be angry and alive than dead."

His fist finally relaxed when you said that. His eyes moved away from (guys name) to gaze at you. Standing there looking up at him with tears brimming and a frown.

(Guys name) never dropped the gun. He just laughed. Loudly.

"That's my (Name)! So heroic. So brave and...sexy!"

"(Guys name)!" You now faced him. He hummed in reply. "Yes dear?"

"I'll go with you, if you promise to let Aomine go. Safely. Please"

Aomine spun you around to face him. He was scowling angrily. "What are you doing?"

"Aomine, I'm sorry I was a terrible person to you. I really don't regret 'that' night. Matter fact, I don't regret all those times we spent together. They will always be special memories not in my head, but my heart. Take care of 'our' son. He needs a father more than a mother."

You smiled at him once more before taking a step backwards. Towards (guys name). (Guys name) laughed like a maniac when you did. He laughed like he had won something. He was laughing at Aomines pained face.

He should have been paying attention.

When you were standing close enough to him, you swung a sharp object onto his shoulder, grunting as you did. It pierced his skin and he stumbled backwards against the wall, dropping the gun on the floor. You kicked it out of the way and walked back to Aomine, who came running to you.

(Guys name) pulled out the object from his shoulder, observing the blood on it.

"Where did you find a screwdriver?" He asked with gritted teeth. "Damn you woman, I'm going to murder you."

Aomine pushed you behind him. "No you are not. But I'm going to kill you."

(Guys name) suddenly sprinted towards Aomine with the screwdriver raised in the air. Aomine didn't hesitate to grab his wrist with one hand, and punch him the other. The screwdriver fell to the fell to the floor with a floor, as well as (guys name). He scrambled backwards towards the gun. Pointing it at Aomine. He pulled the trigger, and it hit Aomines arm. You screamed, Aomine cried out in pain. You wanted to run to his side but (guys name) yelled at you to stay put.

"Don't move. I'll kill him if you do."

You obeyed his order. He looked at Aomine again.

"Your dead! Dead! And I'm going to enjoy (Name) while your dead!"

A loud bang emmitted from a gun, but he wasn't the one who pulled the trigger. Someone else did. A uniformed man with a gun did. He shot (guys name)s hand.

The police officer yelled out something inaudibly to him. Well it was inaudible because (guys name) was screaming on the top of his lungs.

A group of police officers flooded in the place, yelling to the other men who were working for (guys name) to freeze and surrender. You let out a loud sigh. It was over.

"Hah...geez..." You fell to your knees. Tired, shaky and almost shitting bricks. Aomine was by your side the moment you fell down. His hands on your shoulders. He tugged your forward to his chest. His warm, broad safe chest.

"It's over right? Can I go home to our son?" You asked.

Aomine guffawed. His chest rumbled when he did. "Yeah..."

"But damn, where did you get that screwdriver."

It was your time to laugh. "I found it."
"Hey, your arm?" You looked at his buff arm to see a graze. The bullet missed.

"It missed but still hurt like a bitch." He confessed.

And then the two of you embraced, as police officers came to your aid. Paramedics rushed in to take a look at your face and his arm.

Anyways, you were both fine. He was fine. As long as you were by him, he was fine.  

A/N: Ugh, I am so tired. Its midnight here, I'm home alone listening to scary stories like a fool. Oops. Anyways enjoy and please, do not hesitate to message me or anything :D