tw: abuse
george
flashback to 2 years prior
tears filled my blue eyes as fraser yelled, his voice booming as he banged his hands on my kitchen table. my tired eyes fell upon the chipping white paint that peeled off the wall, much like i wanted to peel away from fraser. he yelled about how useless i was and how i never took him seriously. i went to grab my phone but failed due to him gripping my wrist and shaking me.
"are you even fucking listening to me?"
he roared. i just turned my head away from him and sobbed for him to stop hurting me. he let go of my wrists and grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling me to the bedroom, and throwing me onto the bed before locking the door. i watched as his dark silhouette moved towards me, hitting me over and over. i screamed and cried for what felt like hours when it was just minutes. he was my hideaway even when he was the one i needed to hideaway from. i loved him.
author's note:
i am not condoning violence or trying to romanticize it. i'm sorry if it comes off that way, it is NOT my intention.
the national domestic abuse hotline: 1−800−787−3224
i'm always here if you need someone. i love you all.
