Might be kind of a cringy one but just bear with me.

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No one said life was easy. But unfortunate for her, (Y/n) was a fighter, so when she would be left with bruises from someone that was supposed to love her, she didn't say a thing. The tear streaming down her cheek would only be swept away, but left a burning and awful feeling.

(Y/n) stared at her bedroom ceiling while still lying in her bed, but she knew she had to get up. It would be dangerous if she wouldn't. The girl strolled out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, praying for her boyfriend to not wake up.

She examined her half naked body and all she could see was bruises, scars and some wounds, but they would be cover in clothes anyway.
(Y/n) packed her bag with clothes and put on a hoodie and jeans, and creeped out of the apartment and locked the door.

She sat in her old, rusty car staring through the window. She clenched her hands into fists. Her hair was messy and greasy. She was indescribably furious at her ex boyfriend's behavior; how can you treat someone like an object? Play around only to throw away. (Y/n) was angry, but instead she let a tear drop down her face.

"So a sad movie huh?" Marshall asked. They both are friends from high-school, and work together at a local grocery store, and both have different reasons.

"Yeah, balled my eyes out." (Y/n) chuckled. She was good at lying, but this time anyone could see through her.

"Why don't we ever hang out at your place?" He asked again.

"It's kind of far away," the girl replied. "Plus my apartment is super messy."

"Fine, if you don't want me there, maybe you wanna go to my place?" Marshall added while sorting out the drinks while she unwrapped them.

"I guess we can go after work." (Y/n) commented. She knew that if her boyfriend would kill her if he saw her hanging out with Marshall, but she was determined to make a plan to not get hurt, or at least stay alive.

The blonde boy opened the door to his apartment as he walked in with (Y/n) and shut the door.

"You can turn on Netflix if you want." Marshall informed. "What do ya want to drink (Y/n)?"

"I'll have some coke then," The girl rambled. "And um, I know this is weird but can I stay for the night?"

The question made the blue eyed boy choke on his drink but tried to play it of cool. "Um, yeah, yeah, to-totally."
His cute smile and his laugh, in fact everything about him makes her feel happy. Sometimes she wishes that she can somehow escape her crazy boyfriend and stay with Marshall, but then come the part where he won't let her, and'll beat the girl up again.

"Alright then, I think I'll take a shower and freshen up." commented (Y/n). The warm water made her forget all her worries, like everything bad went down the drain. How long she wanted the feeling of fresh and clean hair and skin.

(Y/n) took the towel and dried herself, only to remember that she left all her stuff in her bag. Not thinking twice she stepped out, wrapped in a towel and came up to Marshall. At first he was nervous and kind of scared.

"Do you have any spare clothes?" The girl asked. "I left my bag with my stuff in my car."

"Uhh, yeah sure I-I think I mi-might have some- wait,"

"Where did you get those bruises from?" He asked in a stern voice. "Tell me."
(Y/n) was speechless and could react, she panicked but nothing came out of her mouth.

"Did he do it to you?" Marshall asked furiously.
"N-n-no, it-it's from..." But she couldn't hold herself anymore. Her eyes started welling up, making her vision blurry and unclear, yet she could still make out the worries and scared look on his face.

He pulled her close to his chest, hugging her tightly. (Y/n) tried to calm down and get out of his grasp.

"Your-your shirt will get wet." (Y/n) sobbed/cried.

"It doesn't matter." he replied

"But it's your favorite one." she added while tears streamed down your cheeks.

"It doesn't make any difference. All that matters is you (Y/n). I love you."

"I love you too, Marshall."

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wowza, 2 chapters in one day I AM ON FIRE.
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