ꍌꄲꄲ꒯ ꍌ꒐ꋪ꒒ ~ Arny Parsons x Fem Reader

Chapter Eleven

**Trigger Warning! Self-degrading, domestic violence, suicide, and sexual assault will be mentioned. I'll put 🌪️ when it starts and ends so you can skip. Read at your own risk.**

When you wake up the next you morning, you let out a content sigh at the feeling of fingers running through your hair.

"Good morning," you croak out, hating your morning voice.

"Morning," Arny responds, but his tone sounds clipped.

He's mad. Furious. He's just trying to hide it but not managing it well.

"You wanna talk about it, don't you?" You hide your face in his chest. "Let's shower and eat first. Please."

"Okay," Arny sighs.

You get up and take off your onesie, letting it fall to the floor. The flashbacks start coming one after the other, but you manage to shake them off.

Your shower is quiet. Arny is facing the shower, and you wrap your arms around his waist. You're preparing yourself for this to be your last hug because you know he won't want you.

Who would ever want someone like you?

After your shower, you change into one of Arny's hoodies. They seem to migrate into your apartment with every visit you make to his. You inhale his scent before putting on some boyshort underwear.

The air is filled with tension as you both eat, but you don't have much of an appetite. You force yourself to eat at least half of your plate.

"Let's talk," Army sighs.

"Um, before I tell you, I need you to promise you won't leave," you say staring at your plate.

"What? Why would I-"

"Promise me, Arny! Please," you beg, tears pricking your eyes.

"Love, come here," he gets up and forces you into his lap.

"You won't want me after I tell you," you cry.

"I will always want you," Army kisses your forehead.

"A few years ago, me and Will dated. He's from (hometown), like me," you start.

🌪️Four Years Earlier...

"God, you're pathetic!" Will slaps you.

You burned his dinner, and he was furious.

"You're only good for fucking, and you can't even do that right!" He yells at you.

"I'm sorry," you cry out. "I'll do better."

"Prove it," Will says. "Bend over the table."

You reluctantly so as told and wait. He moves your underwear aside, making you regret wearing a dress. You expect him to take tour virginity, but he enters your other hole.

"Will, no! Stop! Please!" You scream out as he penetrates you with force.

"Shut it and take it!" He hisses in your ear.

You continue to cry out and scream, so Will covers your mouth to muffle your sounds. You dig your nails into your palms and focus on the pain there instead.

Your tears stop and your body goes numb. You feel nothing.

When you get home, you're glad that nobody is home. You limp to your room and lock the door.

You curl up in bed and cry. You scream into a pillow and cry until there's nothing left to cry.

Then you find a razor and notepad.

You make the note simple and to the point. Then you take the razor and cut. You cut until the pain is too much and then you lie in your bed. Waiting for death. Wanting death.

🌪️Present:

Y

ou wipe your cheeks an let out a shaky breath. Arny rubs your back comfortingly.

"My dad came home and found me with enough time," you cry. "I was so angry when he saved me, but I slowly came to be grateful."

"I'm so sorry that happened to you, my love," Arny kisses your head. "I will never do anything to hurt you. Not intentionally. I promise."

You cry into his shoulder and allow yourself to fall apart. For years, you've kept it to yourself, and now it's out in the open. He's still here. He still wants you.

"I heard what you said at the beach, by the way," Arny's tone becomes lighter.

"What did I say?" You sniffle and wipe under your eyes before looking up at him.

"That you love me," he smiles fondly at you.

"Oh," you blush and look away.

Arny cups your cheek delicately and makes you look at him.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Since when do you have to ask?" You look into his dilated pupils.

Your lips collide, bringing out your passion for each other. There's so much emotion into your kiss, but there's also restraint. You feel ready, but you're still scared.

Arny is different. Within four months, he's made you laugh and made you happy than anyone has in 19 years.

You trust him. You're ready.

You turn, adjusting yourself in his lap so that you're straddling him.

"Don't push that button," Arny warns through the kiss.

You ignore him and sway your hips against his. His fingers dig into your hips, the pain feeling different. It feels good.

You grind against him, making him gently wrap a hand around your throat.

"Stop teasing," he pants out.

"Or what?" You dare him.

You press your abdomen against his and feel him getting harder.

"I trust you, Arny. More than I've trust anyone. Please," you beg.

Arny contemplates it for a minute before agreeing.

"The moment you feel uncomfortable, you tell me. Understood?"

"Yes," you nod and run your fingers through his curls.

Arny stands, holding you carefully to keep your from falling. He takes you into your bedroom and lays you gently on your bed.

"Are you sure?" Arny hesitates.

Are you? You'll never be able to take this moment back. You'll have to live with for the rest of your life.

I can live with it if I let him be the one. You think to yourself.

"Yes."

🖤🦔☕🦔🖤

A/N:

RELAX! You are not being robbed. You're simply being deprived. :)

I'll update tomorrow or when I get the chance. Just wanted to give you guys a chance to process this chapter.

It's a lot. I know. It's also short. I also know.

I've been busy but I'll update as soon as I can. I have a lot more free time, so you guys should be seeing more updates.

Maybe.

Hopefully.

Anyways, love youuuu!! Muah! ;*