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Abused Part 1- Twenty One Pilots

Request- Hey I know you won’t be able to write this for a little bit but I just wanted to tell you so I won’t forget about it. Could you do one where the reader works for top and are good friends with them and Jenna. And one night the readers boyfriend sexually assaults her and she goes in to work the next day and is a mess and they yell at her. She just breaks down and they find all the marks from him. SORRY IM A SUCKER FOR ANGST!

You were able to cover the smaller bruises and you would take the day off when they were too big to hide. 2 years of being in an abusive relationship you were no longer scared to leave, you were petrified. Every time you threatened to leave your boyfriend Conor he would ‘make things right and get better.’ It never changed. Fight after fight,punch after punch, bruise after bruise. It was an awful cycle and you hated going home, but if you didn’t you were scared he might really hurt you, or even kill you. It wasn’t just the constant yelling. There was unwanted sex, broken bones, and awful words through at you.

“Y/N me and the boys are going out after the show. Do you wanna come?” Jenna asked you as you set up the stage for the boy’s show tonight.

“Um, no. I have to get home tonight.” you said.

“Oh come on. You haven’t been out with us in over two months. What is Conor keeping you hostage or something?” Jenna joked and you laughed it off not knowing how to reach out for help. “Please. We miss our best friend.” she begged.

“It’s been a long day. I really need to get home, Conor and I are going out tonight.” you came up with an excuse.

“Fine, but I’m taking you out tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at 5 tomorrow.” Jenna said then left you to finish your work.

You had started working for Twenty One Pilots about 3 years ago. You grew extremely close to Jenna, Tyler, and Josh. You loved hanging out with them, but Conor prevented you from being near them besides at work.

“Y/N, you’re seriously ditching us for Conor. You’re a loser.” Tyler joked.

“I’m sorry. We have a date planned I think.” you lied again. “Look I really need to finish up here. I’m heading out right after the show. I’ll say bye before I go.” you said going back to work.

“Okay, but tomorrow it’s all of us without Conor at the club. We’ll pick you up at 5.” He said then dismissed himself.

You finished your work and the show started. You stood on the side stage with Jenna listening to Tyler and Josh play. You loved watching the shows, you were able to feel free. You knew you were going to have to lie and get out of tomorrow night. Conor didn’t let you go out without him unless it was to work.

You felt a pair of arms snake around your waist and pull you aggressively against the body.

“I thought you said you would be home at 8. It’s 9, why did you lie?” Conor’s voice whispered in your ear sending fear throughout your body.

“I-i’m sorry. I just wanted to watch the show. We can go home now i-if you want.” you stuttered.

Jenna looked back at you as you smiled in Conor’s arms. It was fake of course, but you had to sell your happiness. You sold it pretty well, they all thought you were happy and safe in your relationship. They weren’t Conor’s biggest fans, but they supported you. Only if they knew what you went through once you go home every night.

“Yeah we are. Let’s go.” He said pulling you out of the building and to his car.

“I’ll drive myself. I have my car here.” you said as he opened the passenger door to his car for you to get in.

“I can’t trust you. Get in now.” He said sternly and you got in with a shove from him.

His voice was bitter and you knew not to fight back. He had control over you and he knew it. He used his power over you against you. He got in on his side and drove away fast.

“You disgust me. You lie to me and go watch other guys. What are you cheating on me?” he yelled as he drove.

“N-no it’s my job. I’m supposed to be there to make sure nothing goes wrong. I’m not cheating on you.” you defended yourself, but he wasn’t listening.

You felt small, defenseless, stupid. His harsh words and tone was only half of it. The physical abuse was the other half. You knew what was going to happen when you got home. There would be a fight, he would scream at you as you fell to the ground in tears, then his hand would strike your body. Sometimes only once others it would feel like hours as you lied numb on the ground as he hit and kicked your body.

When you pulled into the driveway you went to get out of the car, but Conor grabbed your arm hard.

“Slut.” he muttered under his breath in disgust before letting go and getting out of the car.

You met him in the house where he was sitting in front of the tv. You sat on the other end looking at him. You were waiting for his reaction. He would soon erupt, but right now it was a waiting game.

“Um, can I go out with Jenna tomorrow?” you asked sheepishly and Conor’s eyes met yours.

“Are you really asking me that? After you decide to cheat on me you want to go out with them. Why? Is it that drummer, because I’ll beat his ass if he comes near you. You’re mine.” he said standing up from the couch, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to your feet aggressively.

The first slap came and your breath stopped in your throat. You looked back up to him as he stared coldly at you. His jaw was clenched and is grip on your wrist was tight.

“Bedroom now.” he demanded and you went straight there.

This happened at least once a week. You never wanted it, but your body always just froze and you didn’t get help. You begged him at first not to do it, but it was no use. The more you begged him to stop and said no the more her hurt you.

As you laid naked on the bed still on your back you felt so numb. Tears fell from your eyes without you knowing. Although you were still Conor wasn’t. He was busy using your body. Once he finished he walked out of the room leaving you to cry.

After you got enough of yourself together you crawled under the covers of you and Conor’s shared bed. It was silent as you stared up at the ceiling, the only thing breaking you from your gaze was Conor sliding under the covers next to you.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered bringing you hand up to his lips.

You flinched at his touch and he sighed.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. I’m so sorry I’m like this. I promise I’m working on it and I’ll get better. You can’t leave me I love you.” he told you, just like every time.

“I know. I love you too.” you said rolling over and closing your eyes.

“You can go out tomorrow if you want. I trust you, just don’t break my trust and be home by 10.” he said turning you back over to face him and kissing you.

“Thanks Conor.” you let yourself relax into him.

When Conor wasn’t hurting you he was your best friend. You hated him, but you loved him. He was addicting and you couldn’t get away from him, no matter how bad he hurt you.

The next day you didn’t have work. You and Conor woke up and everything was like a normal couple. He drove you to get your car at last night’s venue and you even went out to lunch. It was one of those days when you really believed he meant what he said, that he was getting better. It was later when you were getting ready to go out with Tyler, Jenna, and Josh when Conor’s attitude changed.

“You can’t go anymore.” he said as he came into the bathroom where you just finished your makeup.

“Conor please. I’ll be home at exactly 10.” you tried to convince him.

“I said no.” he took a step closer to you and for some reason you challenged him.

“I got all ready and now you’re telling me I can’t go. I really thought you said you were gonna change.” you said turning around to meet the angry eyes of Conor.

His jaw was clenched, fist at his side, and eyes boring into yours.

“I’m sor-” before you could get the rest out you were push hard against the bathroom sink and your wrist in Conor’s tight grasp.

“After all I do for you, you’re going to challenge me. You’re a fucking slut and you know it. You never give me anything you bitch. I do everything myselt and for you.” he yelled in your face.

You let an ‘ouch’ escape your lips as he yanked you to stand straight. You heard him lightly chuckled under his breath. His fist came in contact with your cheek and you were knocked to the ground where he kicked your ribs, legs, and shouted hateful words. You were covering your head with your arms as you sobbed through the pain, words and regret.

“Don’t worry about telling them you’re not coming. I took your phone earlier and told Jenna that you weren’t feeling well and that you would be staying home.” he stopped and said.

You watched as he walked off leaving you on the floor. It was the same every time. You now had to pick yourself up and clean yourself and the blood off the floor.

You looked yourself in the mirror. Shame was written all over yourself. You use to be so strong, but Conor had a power over you. You cleaned your bloody nose and the floor. You went to the kitchen to grab ice to put on the quickly forming bruises on you sides and legs. You noticed Conor had left. Probably to go get you flowers and some groceries. If it was earlier in the day when he would hurt you he always did chores and got you something as a ‘i’s sorry’. You were so use to it all. You wanted to run, but where would you go? What if he found you? He was getting more aggressive and you feared for your life.

Your phone was ringing from the table beside you. It was Josh calling. You answered it as fast as the pain would allow you to. You winced in pain as you held the phone to your ear.

“Hey Y/N. Why did you leave so soon last night? I never got to say goodbye” his voice was filled with concern.

You could tell you were on speaker phone, probably Tyler and Jenna in the same room as him.

“I was feeling sick so Conor came and picked me up.” you followed Conor’s lie from earlier.

“You didn’t look sick when we were together.” Jenna said. “Are you still feeling down?”

“I’m coming by to drop off your purse you left here. Also some soup.” Josh said and you quickly reacted.

“No, no you can’t.” you said.

“Why?” he asked.

“I mean. I’ll come over tomorrow and get my purse. I’m fine, Conor is at the store getting soup right now and I’m headed to bed anyways. Good night you guys.” you said then hung up.

You took a deep breathe which only caused more pain in your chest. You hoped they believed you and that you could just forget this all happened.

From Jenna

We’re stopping by to drop it off now. To bad if you don’t want us to. We’ll be there in 20 minutes.

Received 5:14pm

You knew they weren’t taking no as an answer. You went to the bathroom to see your one arm basically all bruised. You had a black eye and your shirt had blood stains. You grabbed a sweatshirt and painfully put it on. Your ribs felt broken and your breathing was heavy. Your lungs felt like they were going to collapse.

There was a knock on the door and you went to answer it hoping Conor wasn’t close to being home. You put the hood over your head and open the door looking down to hid your face.

“There she is.” you heard Tyler’s voice quickly fade from happy to concern.

“What are you hiding Y/N? Look at us.” Jenna said and you picked your head up just a bit, but they could see the black eye.

“Holy shit Y/N, did Conor do that?” Josh quickly asked in shock.

You couldn’t hide it anymore so you nodded letting a tear fall from your eye.

“Oh my god Y/N. Where’s Conor? I’m going to beat the shit out of him.” Tyler said getting all defensive.

“He’s at” before you could finsh a car pulled up and Conor got out with flowers and a few bags.

“Y/N?” you heard him call, sounding innocent. Fear shot through your veins.

He probably thought you called them for help, or that they were going to take you. They saw the fear written all over your face as you stuttered over your words. You saw Conor stepping closer and with each step your body felt weaker. You couldn’t think straight as Josh helped you out of the house and over to Jenna. Tyler and Josh were approaching Conor and you were shaking.

Jenna helped you to their car and sat in the backseat as Conor and you made eye contact the entire time.

At this point you were a shaking mess, tears streaming from your eyes as Jenna held you. It hurt to cry but it hurt even more hearing the screaming from inside your house. You knew it was Conor’s voice, you would know that from anywhere. Time slowed and the screams dulled and the car started moving. The movement and feeling of being safe lulled you to sleep in the backseat with your head in Jenna’s lap.

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