Blackmail (Jake Marshall x Self-Harm Reader)
A/N: Attention! This chapter contains mentions of self-harm, depression, etc. If this makes you uncomfortable or you think it may trigger a relapse, please skip this chapter! Anyways, the reader lives with Jake as his housemate. She works as a detective and works along side Jake.
Your Pov:
I woke up to my alarm blaring a random song. I sat up and yawned. My bedroom door opened and I looked over to see Jake. He looked at me, "Rise and shine, bambina! We've got an investigation to get to." I pushed him out of the room and grabbed my clothes before hopping in the shower. The warm water ran down my body. I grabbed a loofah and put some soap on it before scrubbing my skin. I winced as the soap made contact with my arm. I looked at my arm and sighed. Old and new cuts littered the skin there. On the shower shelf was the razor I made them with.
I picked it up and stared at it. My wrist began to itch and I had to make it stop. I slid the razor across the skin 3 times. I cleaned the razor and put it back. The pain was something I no longer felt. I got out of the shower and dried off before bandaging my wrist. I got dressed and threw on a coat before heading to the kitchen. Jake sat at the table reading the newspaper and eating an apple. I grabbed an apple from the bowl on the counter and put it in my purse, "You almost done there, cowboy? We're gonna be late." He put the newspaper down and stood up, "Let's hit the dusty trail, bambina." I followed him outside.
Parked in front of our house was Zippy - Jake's motorcycle. That thing was his pride and joy. He got on and I sat behind him. I placed his hat in my bag and handed him a helmet before putting on mine, "Let's go." He revved the bike and we sped off. I rested my head against his back as we sped through the streets. After a few minutes, we arrived at the precinct. He parked the bike and I took off the helmet. I handed him his hat, "I'll see you later, cowboy." He nodded, "Alright, bambina." I headed inside and went to my desk. Case reports covered every inch of it.
I sat down and got to work. Within half an hour, I was able to clear up over half of the reports. As I started to work on more, another detective called out to me, "Detective (L/n)! The chief wants to see you!" I nodded towards them and stood up. My arm started to throb as I trembled. I did not want to go to the chief's office alone. I pulled my jacket around me tightly. I felt like my legs were going to collapse with every step. I reached the chief's office and knocked on the door. His voice called out, "Name and business?" I sighed, "Detective (L/N), sir." He spoke, "Come in, detective."
I opened the door and stepped inside. Chief Gant sat behind his desk. He smirked, "Close the door, detective." I bit my lip and nervously closed the door. He stood, "Come here." I shakily made my way over to him, "Y-Yes, sir?" He chuckled, "I've heard some rumors going around. Hopefully you'll clear them up for me?" I frowned, "What rumors, sir?" He circled me, "Oh, let me see...I remember now. You and Officer Marshall. What is your relationship with him?" I tensed, "We live together, sir. Nothing else." He scoffed, "You ride to work with him on his motorcycle?" I avoided looking at him, "Yes, sir."
He shook his head, "This just won't do, (F/n). You are one of my best detectives. I can't have your work being tainted by that lowlife." My eyes widened, "With all due respect, sir. I-" He cut me off, "Have you forgotten already? I know what you did. I have the evidence as well. Don't test me." I gasped, "The SL-9 Incident. When I...when I-" He cut me off with a laugh, "When you pushed Neil Marshall to his death!" I shook my head, "No! You wouldn't!" He smirked, "I would. Now, I want you to cut off all contact with Jake Marshall. If you refuse, I will release this information to him and to the public. He will hate you and the people will ridicule you for getting an innocent man sentenced to death!"
(Ema was still there, but Gant forged evidence and put your DNA on it along with Ema's)
I looked at him with desperate eyes, "I-I'll do it! Just don't tell him!" He nodded, "Good. Now, get out of my office detective. I have nothing else to say." I left the office in a hurry and clocked out for my break. I usually sat with Jake during my break, but I had other things to focus on. I headed to the house and started packing my things. I packed away all of my clothes and put the rest of my stuff into a duffel bag. I struggled a bit with the motorcycle because of the weight, but I managed to get to a hotel near the precinct. I bought a room for a two week long stay. I dropped my bags in the room and went back to the precinct. I walked silently to my desk.
It was quiet. I then remembered that all of the detectives must be out for that big investigation. I had to walk passed the evidence room guard station to get to my desk. As I walked past, I saw Jake sitting at his station. He looked up and waved at me, but I looked down and ignored him. I got to my desk and sat down. More reports covered the desk surface. I got to work filling out more. About an hour later, I was interrupted by a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and saw Angel. She came to deliver lunch to Jake and I everyday. I smiled, "Hey Angel. Thanks again." She smiled, then tilted her head and frowned, "What's wrong with you? When I gave Jake his lunch, he told me you completely ignored him." She then continued.
"He was wilting. Like overdressed kimchi." I shook my head, "It's nothing, Angel. Just drop it. Thanks again for the lunch though." She sighed, "Fine, fine. I'll see you later." She turned and left, taking the elevator back to the parking lot. I grabbed the wrapped lunch box and unwrapped it. I took the lid off and looked at the food. Then, I frowned. Inside was not (f/f), but Salisbury Steak. I stared at the food silently. I knew what Angel had done. She gave me Jake's lunch and gave mine to him.
This was her way of getting me to talk to him. I looked around. It was quiet. I picked up the lunch and made my way to Jake. When I got to his station, he was staring at the food, seemingly annoyed at not getting his steak. I sighed and dropped the lunch in front of him before grabbing mine, "Here." I turned and began to leave when I felt a hand grasp my wrist, "Wait, bambina. What's going on?" I pulled away from him, "Nothing Jake. Just leave me alone." I walked out and went back to working. Gant came out several times to observe my work.
Soon enough, the work day was over. I called a taxi and went back to the hotel, not bothering to let Jake know. I went to my hotel room and got ready for bed. My phone was ringing off the hook. Each call and text was from Jake. I didn't answer him. I went to my duffel bag and grabbed my razor out of it. I sat on the floor and pulled up my shirt. On the skin just below my stomach, on my waist, chief's was carved into the skin. I didn't make this mark. In fact, I was unconscious when it happened. But I do know who did it. Without a doubt, it was Gant. I took the razor and made cuts all around it.
I winced at the pain, but I kept going. After I felt satisfied enough, I stopped. I bandaged up my side and put the razor away. I looked towards my phone. It had stopped ringing. I stood up. As I did, there was a knock at the door. I went to the door and looked through the peephole. It was Jake. How did his know where I was?! Then, he spoke, "Please open the door, darlin'." With a shaky hand, I unlocked the door and opened it. Jake came inside and shut the door behind him, "Why did you leave the house? I got worried when I couldn't find you after work." I looked away, "I had to leave. I just had to." He frowned.
"Why? Is it something I've done, bambina?" I shook my head, "I can't tell you." He sighed, "He has you under his thumb too?" I tensed. He looked at me, "I...before you cut me off completely, just let me hold you one last time." I nodded silently. He embraced me and I hugged him back. Then, he looked down at me and suddenly, he kissed me. I froze for a moment before kissing him back. I ran my fingers through his hair, knocking his hat off. His hands held my sides and I winced. He pulled away and looked at me in concern, "Did I hurt you darlin'?"
I shook my head, "No. It's just..." His hands grasped the fabric of my long sleeved shirt, "May I?" I nodded, still tense. He lifted the shirt over my head, revealing both bandages. He looked at them silently before reaching for the one encircling my sides. He looked at me and I shall nodded. His hands slowly unraveled the bandages. They fell to the floor and I could see his eyes flicker to the word carved into my skin. I saw anger hiding in his eyes. He looked at me, his gaze softening, "I'll make sure that dirty bastard never lays a hand on you ever again, darlin'."
I felt tears welling up in my eyes. He unraveled the bandages on my arm, "Did he do this too?" I shook my head, "N-No. I did it." He then held me, trying to avoid the mark on my side. We sat in silence. Then, he lifted my wrist and started to kiss each cut. Once he kissed each one, I rewrapped my arm and my side. It was then that I decided to tell him the truth.
I spoke up, "Jake, I have to tell you something. It's about SL-9." His gaze hardened, "What about it?" I looked away, "I-I pushed Neil into the armor. I-It was an accident though!" He hesitated, "What about Prospector Skye's sister, Ema? She was there too." I shakily spoke, "All I remember is running towards Neil and Darke and touching a warm surface before hearing a yelp and passing out." He grasped my hands, "I don't think you did it, darlin'. You don't know what you touched. It was dark. It could've been Darke's body or Ema's arm you touched." I nodded and grabbed my phone, "You're right. It's time I do this then." I typed out a two-letter email to the man who made my life hell.
I quit.
I felt the weight get lifted off of my chest. I hugged Jake, "I quit Jake. I'm no longer a detective." He chuckled, "You did a good thing, darlin'." I went to speak, but he cut me off, "And don't worry about me. I can take care of it."
I smiled. I was no longer bound by the heavy chains held in Gant's hands. Now, I can be free.