Charles Lee Ray (NOT at the doll)
(Note this is an abused reader fic which means they are in an abusive relationship. There's nothing graphic I just put this here as a heads up.)
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I stood in the cold rain crying harshly. I didn't care about getting soaked or that my makeup was now running down my face, I just had to get away right now. I reached into my pocket to grab my phone. It immediately got covered with droplets of water causing me to struggle with dialing the number. I hoped and prayed that he'd answer. I cried harder after each ring.
I heard a groggy 'hello' from the other end. I tried to stop crying long enough to form even one word. I heard him sit up from bed, I guess he was sleeping before. "Y/N? Is that you?" He asked, worry present in his voice. "He's doing it again, Chucky." I broke into sobs. That's all I could say. Charles knew who I was talking about. He knows all about what's going on. I kept sobbing. I just couldn't stop. "Jesus, calm down. I'll come get ya, okay? Now stop crying." He said before he hung up. I put my phone away and tried to calm myself down until he got here.
About 20 minutes later, I see his black car pulling in. He got out and I immediately ran to him, basically jumping into his arms. He hugged me tightly as I cried into his chest. "Where's your jacket? You're gonna freeze to death!" He exclaimed. I looked down. He sighed and took his jacket off before wrapping it around me. I then looked up at him with a slight blush on my cheeks. He cupped my face and wiped my tears and eyeliner away with his thumbs before kissing my forehead.
"Get in the car, sugar. We're going home."
Now I'm seriously debating a part two idk why.
