Kurapika x Reader One-Shot Collection

Some Bruises Never Heal*

I received a request to write (Y/N) in an abusive relationship.

I appreciate the request and hope you enjoy the story. I don't recommend reading it while at school or work.

Trigger warning: Domestic Violence

Some Bruises Never Heal*

I open my eyes to check the time on my alarm clock. I smile as I pull the comforter over my neck, shielding myself from the cool air. I have a half hour more of sleep.

I take that back. I hear my husband walking up the stairs. He must have finished his mission early. Maybe if I pretend to be sleeping, he'll leave me alone.

I shut my eyes when I hear the door creak open. My heart rate accelerates when I hear his footsteps.

"Baby? Are you sleeping?"

I hate when he calls me that. Of course I'm sleeping. At least, I was hoping to be.

He shakes me. "Is this how a wife should welcome her husband back home after a long mission? Get up and kiss me."

Even though my eyes are closed, I can see white flecks around me. I take the slap in the face I just received like a big girl.

Wiping the tears from my eyes, I turn around. "Oh, darling! You're home early. I'm so happy to see you."

He rips my panties off. "Ah...fuck the kiss. Let's just get straight to it."

I let out a moan when he forces himself inside of me. No, it's not a moan of pleasure. It's a moan of pure pain. One, I'm not at all wet. Two, I haven't had the chance to empty my bladder. He reminds me of that with each thrust.

"You like that, huh?" he says.

Good. He thinks I'm enjoying myself. Maybe he'll finish quicker. I wrap my legs around him and moan louder.

Just when I think my bladder is going to explode, he shudders against me.

He rolls off of me. "Damn...I missed that."

The sun's rays start to come through the window. I give him a kiss on the cheek. "I...missed you, too," I say.

He fluffs the pillow under his head. "Now be a good girl and make your husband some breakfast."

I crawl out of my warm bed. "Of course. I love you."

He raises his arm in the air, waving me off. "Love you, too, baby."

My bladder stings as I empty it. I look in the mirror, turning my face to get a better view of my reddened cheek. He got me good this time.

After spending almost an hour making all of his favorite breakfast foods, I walk back up the stairs to get him. He's fast asleep. I walk closer to the bed, gently nudging him. I sigh. He doesn't move. He'll most likely be sleeping for the rest of the day.

When I complete my morning routine, I fall on the couch. Tears won't stop streaming down my face.

I glance upstairs. Maybe this is my chance. I can make a run for it.

I run until I can no longer breathe. I don't even know where I'm going. I run into the railing, catching my breath. I look up, taking in the beauty of the river in front of me. I never leave that house so it amazes me when I see nature.

The last time my husband took me out, he caught another man looking me up and down.

"Maybe if you didn't dress like a slut, other men wouldn't look at you!" he screamed.

I hung my head. "I'm sorry. You told me I looked nice in this dress."

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me forward, causing me to lose balance. He kicked my shoulder once I hit the floor.