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"Wait in the Truck." By Broke_Art_Girl

(TW: Abuse and Murder!!!)

Fandom: Bones and All (2022)

Summary: Lee finds you after your abusive boyfriend beats you pretty bad. He decides this is the last time.

Words: 1,638

Characters: Lee (Bones and All), Reader/ (Y/N),

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54134755

Lick it up! Lick it up!

The familiar tune turned your head. You checked your watch, ten minutes before your shift ends. You leaned a bit to your right behind the counter and looked out the door in the library lobby. Yep. Lee was in the parking lot. You smiled as you watched him playing the song on invisible drums. Dork. You thought. My Dork.

You got jittery. You just wanted to climb inside, be engulfed in kisses. Hear him call you beautiful. Breathe together as you intertwine your fingers with his.

Your boss walked quickly to the entrance door. He tapped the glass with a finger and chuckled.

"Who's that?” He asked.

“Hm?” You replied, packing your things for the day.

“That idiot blaring music.” He kept staring out at Lee's old pickup with a friendly smile.

“He's waiting for me.” You said as you gathered your stuff.

“You? He’s your boyfriend?”

“Mhm, we've been a thing for a while.”

“huh..” He turned to you, looked at you for a moment, cocked his head then sighed. “Yeah, I don't see it.”

“See what?” You stood for a moment, innocently confused.

“You.. and that guy.”

You laughed and threw your bag on your back. “Guess sometimes you find love in strange places.”

He nodded and held the door as you exited.

You made haste with the stairs, two stepping on your way down, almost tripping over a pinecone. You gripped the rusty truck handle and then-

“Hey girl~” Lee cooed, his hand turning down the blaring music.

“Hi,” You said with a smile and a giggle as you climbed in his blue truck. You kissed his cheek immediately. He leaned into it, gently taking your cheeks and kissed your lips. He tasted like minty smoke and you could feel the gum inside his mouth against your tongue. He sighed as the kiss broke and looked into your eyes for a moment.

“So pretty..” He whispered.

“I love you.” You whispered back.

“I love you, too.” He returned.

You couldn't take your eyes off his.

The air was romantically quiet for a moment but you started giggling again. You just couldn't be happier with him.

He smiled and kissed you once more. “Wanna go home?”

“Please.”

“‘kay.” He sighed still gazing into your eyes, drinking them in after your long shift away from him. Eventually he kissed you one more time, and released your face.

Lee shifted gears and headed in the direction of the apartment complex you had a lease on, you manually cranked the old rusty crank to get the window down. The wind on your skin in the humid weather was amazing. You giggled as you stole glances at him from time to time.

Your memory faded back to the day you and Lee met.

You were running with a limp, trying to read what you could make out of a tattered old map you saw in a ditch. It was hard to hold open with a broken hand. The rain pouring down over you and the thunder making you jump. Your nose was bleeding. The blood dripped down on your old shirt.

About halfway to town you came to the fork in the road where you got confused. Was it left or right? Or was it straight? Crap. You took the left path after a minute of thinking.

‘It’s your fault.. It’s all your fault…’ You thought. ‘If you hadn't said that to him it wouldn't have happened.’ Tears fell down your cheeks.

Suddenly a pair of headlights came down the hill. The old blue truck slowed when it saw you. You squinted and moved aside to not get run over.

“You okay? Your bleedin’” The man asked. He had a shaggy crimson colored mullet, green eyes, a pale, thin frame, and a shredded pair of jeans.

You shook your head in return.

“Climb in, you're soaked, sure it's June but it's still cold out in the rain.”

You nodded.

“I'm Lee.” He said while you buckled up in pain.

You rode silently for a while until he broke it with a question.

“If you don't mind me asking,”

You figured he was being nosey. You didn't wanna talk about it.

“I've never been to this town. Where's a gas station?”

Huh, ok.. not nosey..

“There's one about a mile up ahead, at the fork in the road, go straight.” You wiped at your nose with your functional hand.

“Thank you.” He replied gently and headed that way. “You live around here?” He asked.

You didn't know what to say. You did but you didn't want to. Not with him.

“Uhm.. it's complicated.” You mumbled.

“You and your partner got into a fight?” He asked. “They kick you out?”

“.. he..” You stopped. “He was drunk- sometimes he hits me, but never like this...”

“Where is he?”

“What?” You asked, Simi shocked.

He looked you dead in the eye and asked. “Where. Is. He?”

You could tell Lee was very serious. This was your chance. You would never get away alive on your own..“Take a right at the fork.. it's the old trailer park on south main.” you said plainly so he could hear you.

‘Why is he being so nice?’ You thought as he drove towards your abuser's trailer. ‘He doesn't even know me.’

After a while you arrived, he parked the truck in a hidden spot in the woods on top of a hill that faced down at the trailer.

“Wait in the truck.” He mumbled as he pulled out a handgun from under his seat.

You didn't think he was gonna kill him?! Maybe beat him up a little but not kill him! “But-!”

“Just wait in the truck.” He ordered.

For some reason you couldn't bring yourself to disagree. You sighed and sat back in your seat. He pulled you forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead, then he was off, stalking down the driveway like Jason Voorhees.

You watched Lee walk down the hill of a driveway to the door. He pounded and pounded but the man didn't answer. Then Lee took a step back and rammed his foot into the door knocking it wide open. Then he raised his pistol and fired. The boom rang out and the light flashed. There was no screaming. No panic on Lees part.

That awful man never came back out the door, but Lee went inside. A lamp was on behind him, the curtains were drawn and the angle the car was sitting at was a perfect shadow theater for what you saw next.

Lee nudged the body with his foot. It didn't react that you could see. Then he bent down and with his fingers probed around in the bullet wound in your abuser's chest, right at the base of his heart. He pushed and pushed his fingers through, gently teasing the hole wider until he could reach the heart, then he tore it out the stretched hole. He placed it to the side and took out a pocket knife.

He carved bit by bit off the body and looked to be eating the flesh. He sliced and sliced away. Chewing and swallowing, wiping up blood and sucking it off his fingers. He went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and guzzled it down until he was satisfied.

He grabbed the deceased's pack of cigarettes off the mantel and lit one up. He puffed on it then picked up the phone and dialed. He spoke only a few things and hung up.

He came back outside with the heart, still puffing on the cigarette. He was soaked head to toe in blood. Red, cold, blood. That man's blood.

He bent down and laid the heart on the blue painted deck. He stood back up, staring down at it for a moment. He took a step back, lifted his foot and then-!

Wham!!!!

He threw his foot down on top of it and it burst like a water balloon filled with blood.

You never thought your revenge would be so graphic, but it sufficed. You now felt safe somehow.

He walked back to a rocking chair on the deck and sat, you guessed he was tired. But that's when you heard it. The sirens. He had called the police earlier.

‘No!!’ You thought. The officers arrived and arrested him.

You testified for Lee.

“Do you believe that the defendant acted as your guardian angel that night?” The lawyer asked.

“I don't know if he's an angel, cause angels don't do what he did. But I knew right then, I'd never get hit again when he said to me, ‘Wait in the truck.’” You replied.

Lee was charged.

You went to see him from time to time until he was released. Nobody really minded that he only served five years on good behavior. Nobody liked your ex anyway. Lee did the world a solid by killing him. Maybe eating him wasn't planned. You assume killing someone would provoke an Eater's hunger.. but maybe you didn't mind.. oddly.

Your mind faded back as Lee rubbed your thigh at a stop light.

“Where'd you go?” He asked.

“Home.” you returned with a smile.

Lee pulled up to the complex you lived in together and you too went inside. Life was a little different for you two, especially since he was an Eater. Meal time was especially hard.

He noticed you got lonely without him and he didn't exactly want to bring you along, so he would sneak away in the middle of the night to eat.

Lee was a good man. He only ate when he found a girl walking along the road, black and blue, bloody. He would ask them if they were okay, then tell them, “Wait in the Truck.”

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