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let-me-love-you-loki · 5 months

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Yours to Tame--Ch. 7

TRIGGER WARNING: DOMESTIC ABUSE

Chapter 7: After Rampage (Still)

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Sammy hissed as he stalked into the room. The sound of my heart monitor beeped with an ever-quickening pace. I felt nauseous. Terror swept through me. I thought I was going to wet myself.

“What are you doing here? Get out!” Anna shouted as she stepped into the space between me and Sammy. “Go! Before I call the cops.”

Sammy sneered and reached out. His hand landed hard on Anna’s shoulder, pushing her deftly aside. Her foot caught on the wheel of my IV stand, and she went tumbling. There was a sickening sort of thud as her cheek contacted the side of the chair by the bed. I wanted to look. I wanted to make sure that my best friend was okay, but I was too terrified to look away from Sammy. I knew that if I did, whatever beating he had in mind for me just then would only get a thousand times worse.

“Get up,” he said through his teeth. His fingers flexed at his side. He wanted to hit me. He wanted to grab me by the hair and drag me out of the hospital. He wanted to yank me from the bed so hard that there were fingerprint bruises on my biceps for weeks. I watched his eyes flash with rage at the knowledge that he couldn’t. Instead, he snatched up the clothes I’d been wearing at the arena and threw them at me. “Get dressed. We have a flight to catch.”

The sound of the heart monitor was so loud in my ears. It was like I couldn’t hear anything else. It was the only sound left in the whole world. Any moment now my heart would tear straight through my ribs and flop onto the floor. Vomit crawled up the back of my throat and my fingers trembled as I tried to separate out the clothes clutched against my chest.

“My God, you’re so stupid, Morgan,” Sammy spat as he yanked the clothes from my fingers. Fabric tore as he found the shirt and shorts. “Here. Now get dressed.”

I watched him take a step backward, and for one brief moment thought that he was going to step outside or at least turn away. Even though I knew better. Even though I knew that there was nothing in Sammy Guevara that would afford me any sense of dignity. I was still stupid enough to have hope.

“Don’t you dare,” Anna said from the floor. The linoleum squeaked as she pushed herself to her feet. “If you lay one finger on her I will personally rip your guts out.”

Sammy turned toward Anna, a faint grin spreading over his face as he watched her struggle to regain her balance. A flash of worry burned through me. Had he given her a concussion, too?

“I’m sick of you always being in our business, Jay.” He took a step toward her before he changed his mind. He shoved my shorts at me. “I thought I told you to get dressed.”

I could feel my shoulders slump as my body curved in on itself in any attempt to make myself invisible. My fingers shook as I took the shorts from him and pulled them on under the hospital gown. A wave of nausea rolled through me. I clenched my teeth together to keep from puking. The world tilted around me.

Vice-like fingers gripped my jaw. The pain momentarily jerked me back to reality. Sammy squeezed hard. I knew there would be bruises later.

“Ahem,” Anna cleared her throat from the doorway. Without either of us knowing, she had slipped away and gotten a nurse. And hospital security.

Sammy’s face blurred with something between rage and resignation. As if he could sense that there were others behind him besides Anna. Something brutal slipped into his eyes before he turned around.

“Excuse me, sir, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” the security officer said. I glanced up and fought the urge to cry in gratitude. “Please come with me.”

Sammy’s voice took on that quality he had when he was trying to make himself look good. “I’m sorry? I’m just here to pick up my girlfriend. She’s being discharged.”

The nurse crossed her arms and stared him down like she had no fear. “No, she isn’t. She’s staying for several days for observation.”

I felt the anger as Sammy’s muscles tightened in rage. He hated being challenged, much less by a woman. “I was told she was being discharged. Just a bump on the head.”

The security officer stepped forward, placing himself square in front of Anna and the nurse. “This is your final warning, sir. Come with me or we will call the police.”

“Of course,” Sammy said, his voice dripping with false sweetness. He turned back toward me and cradled his hand behind my head, leaning down as if he were going to give me a kiss. His fingers tightened against the spot where he’d cracked my head against the wall. There was venom in his voice when he spoke, low enough the others couldn’t hear. “When you leave here, we’ll have a talk about your behavior, Morgan.”

***

“Why is it so hard to find a hospital?” Bryan swore from behind the wheel of his rental car. Moxley sat in the passenger seat, head back and eyes closed. “You’re a shit navigator, Jon.”

Moxley chuckled but didn’t look over. “This thing has a GPS in it. You know that, right?”

“Fuck off.” The words came out with a razor’s edge of frustration, even if they were a little affectionate. Bryan had a sense of dread in his chest. It had taken them forever to get Doc Sampson to tell him what hospital they’d taken Morgan to. In the end, it had been Bryan basically breaking down about the guilt he felt that convinced the head of AEW medical to spill the location.

“It’s right there,” Moxley said, pointing in front of them even without opening his eyes. “Next left.”

Bryan hit the steering wheel with the heel of his hand. “You know where we were going the whole time?”

“You needed time to cool off. Otherwise, they would have thrown you out.” Moxley stretched out as far as he could in the cramped front seat, reaching out to crack his knuckles. “Now. You’re going to behave in there. And if that little shit is in there, we’re going to say hi to Morgan and turn right back around—”

“Like hell we are!” Bryan shouted at his friend.

“—and plan his murder,” Moxley finished, his brow heavy with a hateful frown. “If Tony lets me in the ring with that motherfucker, I’m going to break his neck. Not like Edge neck but break it so he can’t ever walk again. In a wheelchair being spoon fed by an ugly Russian guy for the rest of his life. No coming back from it broken.”

As they got out of the car and walked toward the entrance of the hospital, Bryan slapped him hard on the shoulder. “I really do like the way you think.”

***

Anna stretched out on her side in the hospital bed beside me. The nurse had been furious when she’d learned what had happened with Sammy. She’d checked Anna for a concussion or any other injury and then gave me something to calm my nerves. A little while later, the security guard came back and told me that Sammy had been barred from the building.

“I wish I could make this go away,” Anna said quietly. She reached out and touched the curve of my jaw where Sammy’s fingers had left vivid red marks. I saw her eyes flick up to my hairline, where a series of scars were hidden by my hair. “I wish I could make him go away.”

It felt like the world was moving slowly. I blinked and it seemed like I’d fallen asleep for years. “He’ll never go away,” I slurred. “It’s going to be like this until he kills me.”

My head felt heavy and thick. It was so hard to think. “Soon,” I whispered as something like sleep started descending over me. “It’ll happen soon.”

***

Moxley got to the door first. As furious as he was with Guevara, he knew that Bryan was thermonuclear. It was in both of their best interest for him to be the one to do the recon work to ensure that neither of them ended up in jail. He knocked softly resting his shoulder on the wall beside the door. He stood where he could see inside, ready to block Bryan from jumping Guevara the first chance he had.

He let out a heavy breath when Anna Jay was the one to answer the door. “What do you think you’re doing here?” she asked incredulously, her voice a low hiss.

Bryan appeared by Moxley’s shoulder and leveled a look at Anna. Anna stepped aside.

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crows-and-crumbs · 22 days

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My hand slipped and I drew the Trojans! I’m so in love with these characters and I will most likely be drawing them again a billion times! I drew them as I envisioned them in my head, so if it’s wrong with any descriptions or something please let me know !

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bisexualchaosdemon · 9 days

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Okay, okay, hear me out: TSC2, Jean gets more settled in and comfortable with the floozy line. What happened to him was fucked but he slow starts to heal with their support.

Later in the year someone, probably a Raven, calls Jean a whore and he just smiles and says, "I prefer floozy, actually."

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itseyaaaa · 2 days

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what if the first time Jean is comfortable enough to get drunk with the Trojans(jeremy's friend group), he starts taking annoyed goofly about how Kevin was so obsessed with them when they were in the Nest with a thick french accent and then Jeremy giggling in front of this scene calls him "cute" and the others agree with him and he stops talking and starts to blush ferociously and turn his face away cursing them in french?

#the sunshine court #all for the game #jean moreau #jeremy knox #kevin day #aftg #aftg fandom #tsc #usc trojans #jerejean #catalina alvarez #laila dermott #cody winter #xavier morgan #min cai #ananya deshmukh

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highladyofterrasen7 · 6 months

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“Who do you cast for-”

Henry. Cavill.

That’s it.

I will watch the witcher. One day

#sarah j maas #acotar #rhysand #throne of glass #rowan whitethorn #actors #movie adaptation #henry cavill #cassian #rowan kane #knox morgan #christian harper #adam carlsen #the witcher

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damnknoxandothernonsense · 1 year

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couples songs that atlas and I thought of<3

David/Angel

Best Years by 5 Seconds of Summer

Better Half of Me by Tom Walker

Milo/Sweetheart

Mi Belle Evangeline from Princess and the Frog

Cupid’s Chokehold/Breakfast in America by Gym Class Heroes

Asher/Baaabe

Seeing Blind by Niall Horen

Cloud 9 Beach Bunny

Sam/Darlin’

Daylight by 5 Seconds of Summer

Soulmate Song by Carson James Argenna

Vincent/Lovely

Till Forever Falls Apart by Ashe and FINNEAS

Black and White by Niall Horan

Guy/Honey

Can I Be Him by James Arthur

IDK You Yet by Alexander 23

Avior/Starlight

Lover of Mine by 5 Seconds of Summer

Budding Romance by Carson James Argenna

Ivan/Baby(Yandere)

Voodoo Doll by 5 Seconds of Summer

Come Along by Cosmo Sheldrake

Ivan/Baby(Normal)

The Things We Used to Share by Thomas Sanders

Still into You by Paramore

Poly!Damn

I GUESS I’M IN LOVE by Clinton Kane

Love Like You by Caleb Hyles

Gavin/Freelancer

Valentine by 5 Seconds of Summer

SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK by Joji

Damien/Huxley

In Luv With U by Finn

History Hates Lovers by Outlier

Elliot/Sunshine

Godspeed by James Blake

Please Notice by Christian Leave

Blake&Bestie

Jenny (I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship) by Studio Killers

Just for me by PinkPantheress

Aaron/Smartass

I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry

Fire on Fire by Sam Smith

Ollie/Mentor(his listener)

Kiss Me Kiss Me by 5 Seconds of Summer

Don’t Wanna Lose You by Derivakat

Geordi/Cutie pt.1(happy)(knox prefers this one)(knox is living in ignorance)

One by Lewis Capaldi

Five More Minutes by Scotty Mcreery

Geordi/Cutie pt. 2

I’ll Be Good by Jaymes Young

Ghost of You by 5 Seconds of Summer

Morgan/Beloved(his listener)

Monsters by Timeflies, Katie Sky

Finally Find You by Derivakat, Netrum

if you want to read more of what I’ve written, you can find my masterlist here!

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thesunshinecourts · 26 days

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PLEASE I AM LITERALLY SO CHARMED. my dream was for the trojans to have inside jokes and like some irreverence abt ravens and stuff and while the latter hasn’t happened (yet) (for where i am) i am SO CHARMED by this

kevin day, son of exy, the striker that made even the belligerent fox strikers in son nefes starstruck, the boy so good at playing he relearned the game from his non-dominant hand and rehabilitated his broken one in the most breathtaking comeback kid story in exy history, that KEVIN DAY, openly addressed as “(y)our fanboy”……. i am beside myself i love them so bad

#tsc spoilers #usc trojans #tsc #kevin day #jeremy knox #xavier morgan

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mystcldydrms · 8 months

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just finished reading ‘things we left behind’ and I can’t believe the knockemout series is over. I loved every single word in these books. lucy score knows how to write an incredible story.

#nicole chats #knockemout series #lucy score #things we never got over #things we hide from the light #things we left behind #knox morgan #nash morgan #lucian rollins #book talk

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banksreads · 4 months

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damn right it gon' be fun

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emstilley · 1 year

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“When you trust someone to see you for who you really are, the betrayal is a thousand times worse than if you hadn’t handed them the weapons in the first place.”

-Lucy Score, “Things We Never Got Over”

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#book quotes #bookblr #lucy score #things we never got over #knox morgan #naomi witt

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lexxwithbooks · 2 years

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📖: 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝑾𝒆 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑮𝒐𝒕 𝑶𝒗𝒆𝒓 (𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 #1) 🐶🌼☕️

✍🏽: 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐲 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞

Get the book!🌟

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let-me-love-you-loki · 1 year

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Yours to Tame--Ch. 6

A/N: Please be careful, my loves. There’s some heavy stuff mentioned in this one. Trigger warning: past abuse.

Chapter 6: After Rampage

My stomach dropped and twisted as the scent of vomit wafted up from the trashcan between my knees. Every beat of my heart shoved pain through my whole body. The back of my head throbbed. My hair felt sticky.

“Hey,” a voice said right by my ear. I wanted to turn toward it, but just the thought of moving made me heave. “Did you hit your head in the ring?”

The more the voice spoke, the more I began to recognize it. Bryan Danielson moved into my peripheral vision, crouching beside me. His rough hand rested gently on my knee.

Another wave of nausea rushed through me. My jaw clenched. I swallowed hard. “Yeah,” I mumbled, doing my best to keep my mouth shut. The lie burned more than the vomit in my throat.

Bryan twisted, yelling over his shoulder. “Somebody get medical. Now!”

The volume vibrated through my head.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

I hurled into the trash.

***

Bryan’s blood practically boiled with rage. He knew for a fact that Morgan hadn’t hurt herself in the ring. Deeb was as safe as they came. In all the years he’d known Serena Deeb—as a trainer and performer—no one had been injured working with her. Not even a bruise that was out of the ordinary for a wrestler. The fact that Morgan lied about how it happened made Bryan both sick and desperate to commit murder.

“Knox,” he whispered, “I was watching your match.”

He felt her tense up. Her face went pale white. Sweat stuck out on Morgan’s brow. He watched her jaw clench as she tried to stop herself from throwing up again.

“Don’t,” she mumbled through her teeth. “Don’t push it. Please.”

“Bullshit don’t push it,” Bryan responded. His voice came out far louder and rougher than he intended. She winced, the sound clearly hurting her ears.

He dropped his tone to a whisper. “Serena Deeb has never hurt anyone in the ring. Ever.”

Morgan sucked in a deep breath through her nose. “I fucked up.”

Bryan shook his head. “I was watching, Morgan. The whole thing.” He paused, giving her time to make sense of what he meant. He knew well from experience that a concussion made everything fuzzy and hard to focus. “I should have stopped you from even going out there. I should have had Tony say something.”

The sound of medical—it had taken them long enough—rushing over cut off anything more either of them might have said.

***

When medical showed up, the only thing running through my head was that Sammy was going to be pissed. Like I was definitely going to be wrestling hurt next week kind of pissed. Need to do my own makeup kind of pissed. Taped up in different gear kind of pissed.

I could sense Bryan still standing nearby as one of the trainers looked me over. Bryan held out his hand to her, showing sticky blood drying his fingers. He pointed to the back of my head. She shone a light into my eyes.

All Hell broke loose.

Someone held a pack of gauze against the back of my head. I hissed as the pain nearly made me pass out. A bag got thrust under my chin right before I vomited. They strapped me into a neck brace, moved me tentatively to a backboard.

Behind me, just out of view, someone barked, “You know goddamn well you shouldn’t have moved her, Danielson! You should have gotten Sampson immediately.”

I jostled with every step the trainers took, sucking in one deep breath after another to try to keep conscious. The pain ran like lightning from my head down my spine, through every nerve in my entire body. The world was blurred around the edges. My eyes fluttered and rolled back.

***

Bryan watched the trainers wheel Morgan away, a sick feeling settling deep in his guts. He took a few steps forward as if he intended on following them, but stopped before he’d gotten very far. After all, it was already going to be difficult to explain why he’d come running out to ringside when her match ended. Providing a reason for him to follow her to the hospital would be next to impossible.

“What the actual fuck!”

He whipped his head around just in time to see Anna Jay sprinting toward the retreating cluster of medical personnel. It looked like she’d thrown a hoodie on over her gear and ran out of the locker room at breakneck speed.

She pivoted on her right foot, turning to face him. She kept running smoothly backward as she pointed an angry finger at him. “You’re going to explain yourself, buddy.”

***

The next time I opened my eyes, I was practically blinded by the obnoxiously bright overhead lights. My head was splitting open. For a moment, it felt like I was about to pass out again.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Anna’s voice cut through the fog, jostling me awake. “Look alive, Knox.”

I blinked over and over again. “Turn off the fucking lights,” I whined.

She laughed. I knew the sound of it. Relief. Hearing it threw me for a loop. It took a moment for me to catch my breath. Instead, I squeezed my eyes shut and listened as she walked across the room to turn off the overhead lights. I felt the dimness as it settled over me.

“So,” Anna said as she took up residence in the chair beside my bed. The legs squeaked against the linoleum floor, screeching out the sound of nails on a chalkboard. “What happened?”

I drew in a deep breath as I braced for the nausea that I was certain would creep over me any moment. When it didn’t come, I realized they’d given me something. Something to reduce the throbbing of my brain behind my eyes and the steady crawl of vomit up my throat. I was grateful.

“I fucked up and hit my head in the ring.”

It was the same lie I’d told Bryan Danielson. We barely knew each other and he didn’t believe me. Anna and I had been friends for years. I don’t know why I’d even bothered.

“Okay,” she replied, drawing out the word until I thought she’d never stop. “Now tell me what really happened.”

Despite the anti-nausea medication, my stomach turned upside down. I was sure I was going to puke everywhere.

“You know what happened,” I whispered as shame burned like acid through my veins. I wanted to crawl into a ball, to hide and never come back out again.

Anna’s fingers wrapped around mine and squeezed gently. There was a deep, quiet sort of strength in her grip that pulled me toward a feeling of safety. I tried to gather strength from her, taking my time to draw one breath after another until I felt the nausea start to roll away.

The edge of the bed dipped beneath her weight as she perched near my hip. “Come stay with me. Morgan… he’s going to kill you. You know he could. He will.”

I swallowed hard, clenching my teeth so hard that I was sure they would crack. Forcing my eyes closed, I turned my head away from her. Everything in me screamed that she was right. That I knew without a shadow of a doubt that Sammy Guevara could kill me—whether he wanted to or not.

***

Bryan stood in Dusty and stared down the hallway toward where they’d taken Morgan for what felt like hours. He stayed there until the sound of squeaking gurney wheels and hushed, anxious voices faded away. The echo of emergency sirens had long since disappeared into quiet.

“Hey, Bry!” The voice reverberated along the concrete walls, bouncing back to thunder against his ears. Snapping fingers appeared in his vision. When he finally got control of his own thoughts, he blinked and looked toward the owner of the fingers.

“Are you going to stand there while they break down the set around you?” Moxley asked, sarcasm lacing his words. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Bryan took a breath, feeling it burn down his throat and push his lungs against his ribs with agonizing pressure. “They took Knox to the hospital.”

“Oh, shit.”

Without another word, Moxley hooked his arm around Bryan’s neck and steered him firmly down the corridor toward the locker room they shared. He slammed the door behind them in the hope that it would startle Bryan out of the stupor he had fallen into. Instead, he just stood there staring at the wall with unfocused eyes.

Moxley snapped his fingers in front of his friend’s face. “Hey! Focus!” When snapping didn’t work, he hauled off and gave Bryan a pair of open-handed shots across either side of his jaw. “Goddamnit, get a grip.”

Bryan barely registered the shots to the face, but his eyes finally met Moxley’s. They cleared just enough. “I shouldn’t have let her go out there. I watched her walk out there and knew she wasn’t right.”

“Huh?”

“She was stumbling. I knew something looked off when she went up the steps. I should have stopped her.”

Moxley shoved him back onto a chair and crouched in front of him. “First, that’s not your job. Second, what happened?”

Sucking in a breath, Bryan put his head in his hands. “Morgan had blood on the back of her head. She was stumbling, eyes unfocused. She had a concussion before she ever went out there to get in the ring.” His jaw bunched as he clenched his teeth. “It was fresh blood, Mox. Not like it had come from the match with Deeb. I watched that match and she didn’t hit her head. But earlier…”

“Spit it out, Danielson.”

“I heard Sammy screaming at her. I’d swear that I heard her hit the wall. He shoved her against it,” Bryan said quietly. “He did something to her, Mox. He hurt her.”

Moxley glared at Bryan even though he was practically looking right through him.

***

For a moment, Moxley felt as if he were going to vomit. He already hated Guevara on principle, but it seemed like he had a new sort of disgust and rage building inside him. The thought of Sammy’s smug face made him want to punch through the wall.

“I’m going to rip his spine out through his dick,” he snarled.

That was enough to make Bryan grin just a little. “I’ll hold him down.”

***

I drifted in and out of consciousness. The lights flickered on and off as nurses took my vitals and replaced my IVs. Every time I woke up enough to process anything, I could only register the pain that sliced through my head with every heartbeat. At the slightest sound of discomfort, Anna practically jumped up from the chair by my bed. She’d taken up residence there, curled up under a hospital-issue blanket still in her gear from the show.

A thundering sound broke the quiet. I jerked up, my head spinning so hard that I had to hold onto the bed railing to keep from puking or passing out or both. The door slammed against the wall. Light from the hallway spilled into the room, framing Sammy’s form in the doorway.

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