Formula 1 One Shots

(AA) - How can this be love?

This story is about abuse, please don't read if you're not comfortable with it. Thank you.

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"You'd be more attractive if you wore this."

"Sorry, I'll never do it again!"

"I'll kill myself if you leave."

"Sorry I lost my self-control. It won't happen again."

"It's not rape, you're my girlfriend!"

"I don't remember that."

"Come on, it didn't hurt that much."

"You're stupid!"

"Bitch!"

"Shut up, I barely touched you!"

"You deserve it."

"I'm sorry."

"No one will ever love you!"

"No one is going to believe you."

"Why do you make me hurt you?"

"You're ugly, you're lucky to have me!"

"You can't really blame me now, can you? You can only blame yourself."

- Things he said to me, 2016 - 2019.

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I knock on Alex's door, hoping he's home. Tears streaming down my cheeks, my face and ribs hurting like hell. The door opens and I meet the brown sparkily eyes of Alex, his expression turns to worry within a second.

"Y/n, what happened? Are you okay?" He brings me inside, his hand on my lower back to guide me in. His hand's feeling warm on my shivering body. "Sit down, please. What's wrong?"

"I got attacked on the streets by some girls." I lie, knowing I can't lose him. I grunt as the pain in my ribs grows stronger when I sit down on the couch.

"What? Who were they? I'll sue them!" Alex gives me a glass of water and with a damp cloth, he goes over my lips, my blood staying on it. He curses under his breath: "Bitches."

"I don't remember. I don't want to sue anyway." I brush him off and push him away, not wanting him to clean my wounds. He doesn't flinch and continues to clean my wounds.

"Fine, then why did you come to me? Is your boyfriend not at home?" He says softly and my eyes widen. I shake my head and get a weird look of him in return.

"No, he's at work. You don't have to do this..." He ignores my comment and cleans a cut above my eye, it's stinging a bit and making my groan it out. He lifts my ripped shirt and a gasp leaves his lips.

"You have to take a shower, it will make you feel better fast." He says, stroking over my ribs. I grunt in pain again as he touches the sensitive skin. "Those girls really really hurt you."

"I know." I walk off to the shower before he could ask me why, I hate to have to lie to him. I step underneath the hot shower and my wounds start to hurt, but I relax anyway. I walk back to the living room after and sit down next to Alex on the couch.

"Are you sure it were girls on the street?" He asks me, a slight panic rises up my spine.

"Yes, of course.-"

"Then why is your boyfriend texting you: 'Come home you bitch or I will kill you.'? Y/n, why did you lie to me?" He cuts me off, sounding rather angry.

"I'm sorry." I whisper, terrified he's going to throw me out of his house. A heavy feeling presses on my chest and tears fall out my eyes again.

"I'm not mad at you, I'm not. How long has this been going on?" He pulls me closer, tears building up in his eyes.

"Not too long." I say, fidgeting with my fingers and look away from his eyes.

"You've been with him from about May 2016, when did it start?" He rubs my shoulder gently, making me relax and trust him even more.

"December." I whisper, but loud enough for him to hear.

"2018?"

"2016." I look up to him, his eyes scream terror. But it's not an angry terror, it's more like a caring terror. It's making me regret my decision to come here.

"Why didn't you tell me?" His voice cracks and tears fall down his face.

"I love him, Alex! I love him." I try to pull away from him, his comment making me mad.

"How can this be love?" He exclaims, loosening his grip on me and standing up.

"It just is, he doesn't mean it and I know that. Just leave me be! This was a mistake." I stand up and walk to the door. I reach for the knob and I get spun around, my back his the door softly. I meet Alex' eyes again, he's so close to me our noses almost touch.

"Don't go, leave him. You deserve so much better." He kisses me and I've never felt so loved before. After a passionate kiss, he pulls away and continues speaking: "I want you to feel loved. Please leave him and I'll make you feel the way a real gently man should make you feel."

I open the door and walk out, what am I supposed to say?

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"There you are.-"

"We're over."

"What, no. I'm sorry, I can't live without you-"

"I don't care, I'm breaking up with you."

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I knock on Alex's door again but no answer.

"Alex, it's me." I call out, but nothing. Suddenly the door slightly opens, it never was closed in the first place. I walk into the house to search for him. "Alex, I'm back, I'm sorry."

"Y/n?" Alex says, walking out of his bathroom. Tears stained his cheeks and his eyes are red from crying. He runs to me and lifts me up in the air. "Never leave like that again, I thought I lost you."

"I'm sorry, Alex. I broke up with his, but I don't think he'll leave me alone, he never did."

"I'll protect you with my life." He kisses me again and I feel his salty tear fall on my lip. "I should've noticed that this was going on."

"No, it's not your fault. Please let's just take it slow. Take us slow."

(A/n: Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. If you have any requests you can send me a message, I'd love to hear from you! Please vote and share, I would like that. I'm always open to talk.)