Truth or Lie (Part Twenty-Two)
A/N: We’ve been in this for a year, guys. Thank you so so much for continuing to read and support. This story actually means a lot to me; I hold it very dearly in my heart, more than any other story I’ve ever written. We’re around halfway finished, so buckle up and let’s see what happens next to our beloved Rob Benedict and our very troubled Reader.
Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader
Warnings: Bunch of angst, fluff, smut, explicit language
Word Count: 6354
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You were sure a hole had developed in your chest, one that was gaping, empty, slowly swallowing you whole. It was Wednesday. The convention had ended three long tortuous days ago, and you hadn’t spoken to Rob except for once since you fled the hospital. He had texted you, called you, just wanting to know if you were okay, if you had gotten home safe at least. You texted him back once Saturday night to let him know you were home and alive. You had ignored anymore attempts at contact since then, a spark always setting off within you when your phone buzzed.
Didn’t he understand it was best to just leave you alone?
Of course he didn’t understand. You had blown up and fled without any sort of explanation, leaving him hurt and confused. He wanted to understand, but you wouldn’t dare let him. If you gave him a full explanation, he’d hate you for sure, and how would you even begin to handle Rob Benedict hating you?
Why did he have to take me to the hospital? I told him not to!
With a huff, you smothered your face with your stiff bed sheets, wanting to disappear into the fabric. Why didn’t he just listen?
A knock on your door jarred you from your thoughts, your puffy red eyes emerging from the fabric. You considered ignoring whoever it was, but another round of light knocks coaxed you out of bed, your body drowning in the soft fabric of your grey sweatpants and a white T-shirt. You hadn’t moved much the past few days, having been recovering from your concussion and your constant emotional distress. You weren’t sure when you last ate either. Was it Monday? Yesterday? You couldn’t even care. There were more pressing matters at hand.
She was threatening to eat you alive if you didn’t watch yourself.
You made your way to the front door of your apartment, lazily brushing a hand through your hair to get the untamed strands out of your face. Without bothering to look through the peephole, you pulled the door open, eyes falling on familiar blue ones.