𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐓

ꜱɪx ⑊ ʰᵘʳᵗ ʸᵒᵘ

trigger warning: physical, emotional and sexual abuse
please be cautious when reading
there is summary of the chapter at the end

IRL !

megan had met up with lucas and they were back at his flat watching a film. his hand was resting on her thigh and had been inching further and further up. if she were completely honest, she wasn't in the mood, but he clearly was and it was easier to just let him have his way. then he wouldn't get as mad at her.

her phone suddenly buzzed on the coffee table in front of them, and before she could reach for it, lucas had leant forward and grabbed it himself. his eyes scanned the screen and his jaw clenched as he met megan's eyes.

"wil? why is he texting you?" he sneered.

"i don't know, what did he say?" the younger girl timidly shrugged.

lucas glanced back down at her phone, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, "are you streaming again tonight?" he read out, "streaming? what's he on about?"

"i- uh... um, i- m-made a... st-started a-" megan stuttered nervously as he stood over her intimidatingly, making her feel small and weak below him.

"spit it out," he snapped in exasperation, his voice only raising slightly but there was clear annoyance in his eyes.

"i started streaming... on twitch, y-you know? like t-tom do-"

"like your kid brother?" lucas scoffs, rolling his eyes, "what are you? a fucking child?"

"there are tons of p-people older than me who stream, luke," she softly defended herself.

"i'm not an idiot, megan," he spat out, "i watch twitch streams. and i know what it's like. all the girls on twitch, with the fucking tits half out their shirts." he grabbed her arm and aggressively pulled her to stand up, dragging her away from the couch, "are you like that, huh? are you a fucking slag?"

"shut the fuck up!" megan finally burst, yanking her arm out of his too tight grip and glaring at him. though, she immediately regretted yelling because the second she did his eyes darkened menacingly.

"what did you just say to me?" his voice was eerily low. when she didn't answer, instead slowly edging away from him. lucas threw her phone to the ground, the screen shattering immediately and skidding across the floor, "WHAT DID YOU FUCKING SAY?" the man stormed towards her and scrambled to escape him but instead found herself pinned against the wall by him. he lifted a hand and slapped her across the face, "don't you ever talk to me like that," he yelled, grabbing her arm and throwing her to the ground like she were a rag doll, "EVER again."

megan's head was pounding, along with the impact of hitting the floor, when he had slapped her, it sent her head bashing into the wall behind her. her hearing was fuzzy and she felt dizzy. she quickly tried to ignore those feelings and struggled to stand up, grabbing her phone from the floor. the girl legged it to the front door, snatching her bag and shoes from beside it before running out of his flat.

ignoring the lift, she went straight for the stairs and bolted down them, almost falling multiple times from the speed she's moving at while she was so light-headed. she got to the bottom of the stairs and rushed out of the building out onto the pavement. she rounded the corner, past the large industrial bins and leant against the wall of the alleyway beside the building to hide. she clutched her belongings to her chest and slid down the wall, finally letting the tears fall.