Memory

Chapter 4

~WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DOMESTIC ABUSE WHICH MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS. READER DISGRESSION IS ADVISED~

BUCKYS POV
It's been a month. A full month and I havent seen Y/N once. I go to the market twice a week and I never see her. I never see a light from the window, I hear the occasional bang on a wall which let's me know that there are still people living there but, other than that, its lifeless. This is insane. Why am I even thinking of her? What is this fascination?Maybe it's because she was the first person in decades to treat me like a normal human being instead of a monster. Well, that's because she doesnt know who I am. It was another rainy night in Bucharest, and it was raining HARD. I sat up on my couch going through the countless notebooks I had of memories, reading them like I do every night. I'm normally not a jumpy person, but this sound pulled me. I heard a LOUD bang coming from across the hall. At first, I let it slide as I've heard nothing but bangs coming from that place all the time. But then I heard three more bangs, increasing in volume and then one loud scream;
"GET OUT!" I heard. I threw the notebook to the side and looked through the peephole in my door. I saw a light coming from under the door, and then it went away, followed by a crash, like someone has thrown a lamp. I heard yelling back and forth but I couldnt make it out because it was very loud and over each other. I then heard one last bang and then silence. Through the peephole, I saw Y/Ns boyfriend storm out of the apartment with two bags in his hand and blood on his grey shirt. I ripped open my door and went to her door. I hesitated at first but then I remembered that anything could be behind this door and if I had to save her life, it had to be now rather than later. I shouldered the door and it flew open. I saw Y/N laying on the floor, crying.

Y/Ns POV
We've never had an arguement like this before. He had also never had that look in his eye before. He just started throwing anything that could break. Every mug, every plate, every picture frame, shattered. He was going ballistic. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife from kitchen and held it out as he caught up to me.
"Get. Away." I said through my tears.
"I should be the one with the fucking knife here! You're clearly insane! You crazy bitch!" Simon yelled.
"IM NOT CRAZY FOR WANTING THIS. EVEN IF I DONT WANT IT WITH YOU THATS MY CHOICE!" I yelled back. My body felt hot. Like I was on fire. He lunged towards me and I cut his arm, making him scream out. He grabbed my left arm and twisted it, making me drop the knife. he picked it up and sliced my arm three times in different areas. I kicked him in his balls and ran to the living room. He grabbed my ankle and I fell down. With my free foot, I kicked him in the nose. I stammered to my feet and grabbed the lamp and chucked it towards him, just missing his head. I grabbed the bags he brought that he still hadn't unpacked yet and threw them at his feet.
"GET OUT!" I screamed. Simon grabbed the bags and walked towards me.
"You'll never make it without me." He yelled.
"Fuck you!" I said before spitting in his face. He kicked me in my knee cap and I fell to the floor, but when I looked back up, he left. I just laid there, crying in pain and bleeding. I was trying to catch my breath when I saw the door fly open again. I looked up and I saw this tall figure.
"NO!" I screamed. As I scooted away from the door.
"Hey hey hey hey! Y/N its me! It's Bucky. It's just me." He said. I opened up my eyes and saw the familiar face in front of me. I felt this immediate rush of relief flood my body and I just started sobbing. He wrapped his arms around me, not afraid to get blood on himself, and held me.
-1 hour later-
BUCKYS POV
I brought Y/N to my apartment. Making sure not to touch anything in her place. She sat on my couch as I wrapped bandages around her arms and she held ice on her knee, and her head. Her crying had subsided and it was quiet, with the faint sound of rain on the window.
"Y/N?" I asked, handing her a glass of water.
"Mhm." She responded.
"......what happened?" I asked, standing next to the couch. A staggered sigh left her mouth. She placed the ice pack the was on her head, down by her side and sat back into the couch.
"We've never fought like this.." she started.
"I.....he....we were laying in bed and I-....I told him that I...." the tears started to rush back to her eyes.
"And then his eyes turned black and he...he slapped me in the face, grabbed my hair and just....pulled it.." She took a long pause and took some slow breaths.
"I ran into the kitchen...grabbed a knife to defend myself.....and I...I shouldnt have done that because..he turned it on me and c-cut me. I tried to run away again and he grabbed my ankle. I grabbed the bags by the door and.....he left." She told me. She looked up at me like I was going to tell her to leave. My blood was boiling. She caught her breath and slowed her fast breathing.
".....what did you tell him?" I asked. She opened her mouth but no words came out. Her eyes opened wide and then gasped.
"My phone." She said.
"What?"
"M-My phone! It's in my apartment I have to get it because Simon didnt grab his phone so hes gonna come back for it and he'll take mine I have to get my phone!" She said, quickly. As she tried to stand, the pain rushed to her knee and she sat back down.
"I'll get it just...just tell me where it is." I said.
"Its..on his nightstand."she said.
"I'll be right back."I assured her. I ran into her apartment and took in the full scope of the damage. It was utter chaos. I found their room and I found her phone. Her nightstand had nothing on it. Not even a water bottle. His nightstand had the lamp, a clock, and both of their phones. He was in control. He controlled everything. I grabbed her phone and walked out of the room. As I shut her door, I heard footsteps walk up the stairs. I leaned over the banister and saw Simon running up the stairs. I sprinted back into my room and shut the door as softly as I could. Y/N looked up at me, scared.
"Stand over here." I whispered as I motioned to the part of my apartment that couldnt be seen from the door. I motioned for her to be quiet and she nodded. I grabbed my gun and held it in one hand. She gasped but I assured her I didnt want to use it. I looked through the peephole and watched his every move. He went into the apartment, yelled her name, then grabbed his phone and left. I swear he could hear out heartbeats. Before he walked down the stairs, his head turned towards my door. Shit shit shit shit. He walked over and knocked on my door. Y/Ns hands covered her mouth as she cried. I took a deep breath, and then answered the door.
"Can I help you?" I asked, sternly.
"Have you seen my girlfriend?" He asked.
"You lost her?"
"She left."
"I havent seen her."
"Are you sure?" He asked, trying to step closer.
"Thought you could handle her?" I asked, taking my gun off safety from behind the door.
"Can you let me know if you see her?"
"That blood on your shirt?" I ask.
"Bloody nose." He said, trying to lie.
"Yeah if I see her, I'll let you know." I said.
"Thanks." He turned to walk away.
"Oh, but the way.."I started, getting his attention. He turned with annoyance and looked back at me.
"What?" He asked, not amused.
"Dont ever. Knock on my door. Again." I said, my voice getting very deep. I could see he was visibly scared as he didnt respond and just ran down the stairs. I shut my door and placed my gun down. Y/N slid down the wall and pulled her knees to her chest. I sat next to her and pulled her in to me. We sat there for a bit before she sat up and turned towards me, but didnt say anything.
"What?" I asked her.
"The fight" she said.
"Yeah?....what was it about?"
"He doesnt want kids." She whispered.
"And he got mad that you did?" I asked.

"He got mad because I'm pregnant."