⚠️ TW: Mentions of Abuse ⚠️
What the fuck just happened!
I have no words.
My best friend of ten fucking years just ended our friendship because I tried to help her with the loss of her grandma.
Not only that, she broke up with her fucking boyfriend.
I get that she's going through shit but pushing us away like this-
Ughhhh!
And the fact that she said that I wasn't important to her.
I've been called a lot of things and pushed around a lot but her saying that has to be the most hurtful thing anyone has ever said to me.
Xander just dropped me off home and I'm currently standing by my front door debating if I should go in.
I mean there is no doubt that the school has called my parents telling them I wasn't there for fifth and sixth period.
I take a deep breath before opening the door.
I try to open it as quietly as possible but the stupid fucking door decides to squeak.
Curse you door!
"Ryan, in the kitchen...NOW!" I hear my mom's obnoxiously loud voice call from the kitchen.
"Okay!" I yell.
I whisper a quick prayer before making my way into the kitchen.
Both my parents are sitting there...with Jackson?
Shoot me.
"Uh...what's going on?" I ask nervously.
"Sit down." My dad says.
I quickly oblige and take the seat next to Jackson.
I feel fucking nauseous.
"Where the fuck were you?" My mom asks.
"Oh uh- Arya's grandma passed away so her boyfriend and I went to-"
"Bullshit! You fucking skipped school to go sleep with that boy!" She interrupts.
"What boy?"
"Show her Jackson." My dad says way too calmly.
"Gladly," Jackson smirks before placing a bunch of papers on the table.
What the-
They're all different pictures of Axton and me.
Some are of us laughing together, holding hands, kissing...
Shit.
"What's your excuse this time?" My mom says.
"Alright...yes, he's my boyfriend," I mumble.
"You're such a fucking slut." I hear Jackson say.
What the fuck did he just say?
"Are you kid-"
"SHUT THE HELL UP RYAN!" My dad's voice booms through the whole house.
I'm fucked.
"See! Your daughter just wanted to whore around so that's why she cheated on me and kicked me out of the house!" Jackson says.
"What! No that's not-"
"I THOUGHT YOUR DAD TOLD YOU TO SHUT THE HELL UP!" My mom yells which causes me to flinch a bit.
I watch as Jackson snickers and lets out a small laugh.
Asshole.
"Apologize!" My dad says.
"But-"
"NOW!" He yells while slamming his fist on the table.
That even caused Jackson to flinch.
"I'm sorry Jackson," I mutter.
"For..." My mom adds.
"For cheating on you and kicking you out," I say.
"I'll forgive you...on one condition."
Oh god.
I do my best to refrain from rolling my eyes.
"What?" I ask.
"You break up with Axton and get back together with me." He smirks.
HELL NO!
"No."
"Yes Ryan, you will break up with that rich boy and get back together with Jackson." My mom says.
"No! I really like-"
SMACK!
I fall to the ground and hold my cheek before my dad storms over to me and grabs the collar of my shirt and lifts me off the ground.
"YOU WILL BREAK UP WITH HIM!" He yells.
"FUCK YOU!" I spit.
I immediately regret my words when I'm suddenly thrown back onto the ground, hard.
"What the fuck did you just say?" He asks, his voice laced with disbelief.
"You heard me."
I yelp when he grabs me by the neck and slams me against the wall.
"You're fucking dead to me." He mutters.
"You're a fucking whore." My mom adds.
"You were a fucking mistake."
"You're an ungrateful bitch."
"You deserve nothing."
"I should have aborted you when I had the chance." My mom laughs bitterly.
I feel tears forming in my eyes but I refuse to cry in front of them.
From the corner of my eye, I can see Jackson looking at them in shock.
THIS IS YOUR FAULT MOTHER FUCKER!
"Get out Jackson." My dad says, still not releasing my neck.
Jackson doesn't even hesitate as he quickly rushes to the door and leaves.
My parents don't even threaten him about calling the police since they know he's a fucking pussy.
Once he leaves, that's when shit hits the fan.
My dad releases my neck which causes me to start coughing like crazy.
I barely have a chance to catch a breath before I feel a fist hit the side of my face.
I begin tasting blood in my mouth which causes me to gag.
Just when I think it's over, he continues to punch me until I'm almost completely unconscious.
He screams all sorts of different curse words at me while my mom just sits back and watches.
She just stands there drinking her cheap glass of vodka with a smirk on her face.
I feel my eyes begin to close, blood trickling down the side of my face, bruises forming on different parts of my skin.
Finally, after what feels like hours, he stops.
"Go fucking clean yourself. We'll talk about this tomorrow." He says before stepping over me and heading into the living room.
My mom follows him as she "accidentally" steps on me in the process.
I continued laying there for a couple of minutes before finally deciding to get up.
I let out a few whimpers as I held onto the table for dear life before finally finding my balance and limping up the stairs.
Once I make it to my room, I quickly rush to the bathroom and look at the damage.
I let out a loud gasp as I looked at the monster on the other side of the mirror.
I don't even look like myself.
I'm all bloodied and bruised, my eyes are fucking swollen, and my lip is busted open.
I begin crying but immediately try to stop since the salty tears are making my cuts sting.
I grab a rag and try to clean my face the best that I can.
I can't fucking do this anymore, I need to leave.
Walking over to my bag, I pull out my phone and immediately search for Arya's contact.
"Your life is so fucking easy!"
I freeze.
I can't talk to her right now.
But she's the only person I have-
My eyes stop at the name two spaces under hers.
Axton <3
No.
No, I can't.
He's gonna freak out and he'll break up with me for sure.
But...he's the only one I have left.
Plus, he's always open with me about everything...
Fuck.
I quickly click his contact name and text him.
Hey! Are you home?
He replies almost immediately.
Thank god.
Miss me already? *smirk emoji*
I can't help but let out a small laugh.
Can I come see you?
Of course! Need me to pick you up?
No, I'll take the subway.
Are you sure?
Yeah! I'll be there in 20.
Okay, see you soon!
See ya <3
I feel nauseous again.
I limp over to my closet and grab a bag to put a bunch of clothes and other important things in.
I put on a pair of sweats, one of Axton's giant hoodies, a pair of converse high tops, and a baseball cap.
How the fuck am I gonna leave?
I think it over before my eyes stop at my window.
Alright...I guess I'm jumping.
Luckily it's not a far jump however it might be bad this time since I already have an injured leg.
I build up some courage and jump down.
Luckily, I land more on my better leg so I'm able to walk.
I tiptoe away from the house and begin doing my best to walk over to one of the entrances to the subway.
When I take a seat in the subway, I notice a few people staring at me, probably noticing my injured face so I pull my hoodie up and pull my cap lower.
It takes about 15 minutes before I make it to my stop.
When I make it to Axton's building, Axton's doorman Kevin greets me.
"Hello, Miss Simmons." He says.
"Hi, Kevin!" I try to say as happily as possible but my voice cracks a bit.
"Are you alright?" He asks.
"I'm fine, thank you," I mumble before making it to the elevator.
Once I make it into the elevator, I take a deep breath before clicking the button.
Fuckity fuck.
After the longest elevator ride of my life, the door opens revealing the ginormous penthouse.
"Ryan?" I hear Axton's voice call from upstairs.
I hesitate for a moment before yelling back.
"Yeah!"
My voice cracks.
Shit.
He's gonna notice.
I hear his footsteps coming down the stairs so I walk over to a nearby table to place my bag on it.
I feel him behind me as he wraps his arms around me and my breath hitches.
"I missed you." He mumbles into my hoodie.
"I missed you too," I whisper.
"Hey, are you okay?" He asks as he turns me around.
I don't say anything though.
"Ry-" He pauses when he lifts my face making my cuts and bruises visible to him.
"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!" He yells as he pulls down my hoodie and takes off my hat.
He moves my hair away and examines my face.
"Ryan, what the hell happened? Did someone jump you in the subway? Fuck, I knew I should have-"
"It wasn't from the subway," I whisper before looking down at my feet.
"Fuck, baby please tell me what happened." He says as he grabs my hand and leads me to the couch.
He sits down before pulling me down onto his lap.
"My-" I freeze once again.
"Your..."
"My parents," I whisper.
"Your parents did this?" He gasps and I just slowly nod.
"Holy shit Ryan! How long has this been going on? Why didn't you tell me!" He yells which causes me to flinch a bit.
"Please don't yell," I mumble.
His serious tone immediately drops and he looks at me with sadness.
"I'm sorry. I'm just shocked." He whispers before grabbing my hands and kissing each of my knuckles.
"What happened?" He asks more gently this time.
"I came home today and Jackson was there with my parents-"
"Jackson? As in your ex?"
"Yes."
"Okay...then what happened?"
"He showed my parents a bunch of pictures of you and me and basically told them I cheated on him and kicked him out of the house in Hawaii because I wanted to 'whore around' with you," I mumble.
"I'm gonna kill him." He says, sounding completely serious.
"Then my parents started to yell at me and when I tried to defend myself, my dad started...hurting me."
I watch as he cringes at the words before he slides his fingers on the side of my face.
He gently touches some of the cuts and my bruised lip.
"How long?" He asks while never taking his eyes off of my face.
"Years."
"YEARS?!"
"I-I'm so sorry I didn't tell you," I whisper before tears begin falling down my face.
"Shhhh don't worry about that. I just need to make sure you're okay." He says.
I felt him sit up before pulling me closer to him so I could lay my head against his chest.
He just allows me to cry while he continues gently rubbing my back and kissing the top of my head.
"I'm so sorry baby-" I hear his voice crack a bit.
When I look up at him I notice a single tear streaming down his face.
"Ax-"
"Do you know how much it kills me seeing my fucking girlfriend hurt and knowing I could've done something about it?" He whispers.
"Don't blame yourself," I mumble before giving him a gentle kiss.
I gasp when he suddenly gets up with me still in his arms and begins walking up the stairs.
I just wrap my arms and legs around him tighter and I watch as he walks us into his bedroom.
He gently lays me down on the bed before walking over to the blinds to shut them and taking off his shirt.
He walks over to me and motions for me to sit up.
When I do, he reaches down and gently pulls off the hoodie leaving the top half of my body completely bare.
I watch as his eyes scan my body when he notices the other bruises.
He leans me down on the bed again before kissing me passionately while being cautious about my lip.
I whimper when he kisses down my neck.
"You're so fucking beautiful." He mumbles against the sensitive skin on my neck.
Tears begin blurring my sight again and I wrap my arms around him so I could pull him impossibly closer to me.
Axton Mitchell is the most amazing human being I've ever met.
He treats me like a fucking queen and I've never been happier.
And...I'm definitely falling in love with him.
----------Author's Note----------
This couple...I can't.
I'm obsessed with them.
Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter!
-Pradabagg
Word Count: 2020