Bruises On Another (finale)
Prompt: Steve doesn’t know where they come from, and he isn’t exactly sure why they’re there. All he knows is that his body is littered in bruises, and there’s something different about them. They aren’t just bruises, and they certainly didn’t come from a trip in a step or clumsiness. No, Steve knows there’s more behind the marks that litter his body.
Pairing: Slow!Burn Steve x Reader
Warnings: marks, bruises, pain, physical abuse, force, sexual inclinations, etc. I mean no disrespect to anyone or to upset anyone, this story starts off rough but I can say that things will get better.
A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.
P.S. This a soulmate AU.
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A MONTH LATER
You smiled as you noticed Steve’s car pull up on your drive way, grinning from ear to ear at the sight of him. You wasted no time in making your way over to his car, and leaning over, you grabbed ahold of the handle, swinging the door open. You were greeted by the grinning face of Steve, who had one hand resting on the steering wheel and another reaching out for you. You accepted it with eagerness, slipping into the passengers seat.
“Good morning.” You greeted, your voice soft.
“Good morning to you too.”
You smiled, letting go of Steve’s hand to reach around yourself and slip on your seat belt. And as you met Steve’s eyes, you were faced by the warm brown hues that you loved oh-so much and never failed to bring about an air of warmth through you. “How are you this morning?” Steve asked, and despite the smiles upon your faces, a tense atmosphere grew. You knew Steve meant well and you completely appreciated his support - he was the only to ever show you any - but sometimes you liked to forget that your life had once been like that.
With a solemn expression, you set your clasped hands in your lap and stared at your bare arms. “I had a nightmare last night.” You admitted softly, remembering the way you’d woken up in a cold sweat, tears in your eyes and practically gasping for breath. It had been a month since everything, a month since your father had been arrested and sent for one year in jail. A month since all rights he had over you had been provoked. A month since your life had been turned upside down and Steve had walked his way in, and made you better.
“But they’re getting better.” You reassured, glancing up at Steve who smiled sadly your way. Leaning over, he pressed a kiss against your cheek and smiled your way. “The new place is working out well?” Steve asked, and you nodded, a more meaningful smile coming upon your lips. Because of your case, you’d been given a house to live in for a year that would be paid for and then after that, you had to start paying rent yourself. Of course at the moment you were already looking for a job - you needed something to do anyway now that you were completely alone when at home.
A lot of things had changed, even if just a month. You and Steve officially started dating, while it was never publicly announced the two of you had come to the realization yourself’s. You’d stopped covering every inch of your body and while the bruises still lingered, they were getting better and you were tired of hiding you were. And, probably the biggest thing, you felt happy - for the first time in a long time.
“Perfect.” You reassured, grabbing ahold of Steve’s hand again.
“Well then, should we get going?” Steve offered, turning back to his steering wheel. You nodded, shifting your body so that you could lean against the window. With a distant gaze, you looked out the window and fiddled with your mother’s necklace, that Steve had gotten fixed for you, around your neck. Life truly was looking up for you, and even though you knew you may never recover from the abuse you’d suffered, you felt like maybe finally you were free.
Steve put on the radio and with a satisfied grin, the two of you started singing loudly in the confinement of his car. You couldn’t help but glance at the side of his head with a loving look - after a month of everything, realization had welled over you. Steve was the one, your soulmate, and while as a child you’d never believed in those type of stories, it was the only thing that made sense. Your mother use to tell you about the stories of your father and how when she’d met him, there was no doubt in her mind that he was the one.
After everything your father had done, you still didn’t hate him - you could never. He may hate you, but your father had been destroyed by the death of your mother. You truly believed that they were soulmates and losing her had completely broken him. You’d never been able to understand it before, the death of your mother had hurt you and there wasn’t a day that went by that you didn’t miss her. But now, understanding what it felt like to have someone to love, cherish and appreciate, you couldn’t imagine losing Steve.
The death of your mother had destroyed your father and in his sick mind, he’d put the blame on you. It did not excuse his actions in anyway, but it made you understand him and his actions a little bit more.
You wished that you could’ve had a normal life - could’ve been loved by your father but that would never happen, not now at least. But maybe Steve and the love he bathed you in would be able to fill the hole in your heart.
It was about fifteen minutes later when you and Steve arrived at Hawkin’s high school. Though you’d only been there a short while, it felt a whole light brighter and happier then it had when you first arrived. You and Steve walked hand and hand into the school, and eventually you begun making your way to your first class, that you so happened to have together, English. You’d gotten it into Steve’s routine to arrive early, since you never wanted to experience a situation like your first day of school.
On your way, you just so happened to pass by Billy. You tried to ignore him, but as he passed you in the hallway he so subtly bumped into your shoulder, aggressively. Which in turn caused you to drop your books to the ground and with a gasp, you let go of Steve’s hands and gazed back at the mullet-haired boy. “Watch it, slut.” Billy spat, glaring at you.
“Hey, Bil-” You pressed a hand against Steve’s chest, silently telling him to stay back. Turning to him, you glanced out of the corner of your eye at Billy as you whispered to Steve; “it’s fine.” Steve seemed reluctant to back down but after moment, stepped back and you turned to continue walking.
Though it seemed Billy wasn’t done; “hey, Y/L/N, i’m curious. How is it you can bounce back so quickly?” He questioned and you paused in surprise; “wasn’t it a month ago you were trying to get into my pants?” You’d taken a lot of slack over the coarse of two years, meaning, it had allowed you to stay calm even when people tried to provoke you. You could feel Steve’s anger rolling off of him, but he knew not to say anything - not if you didn’t want him to.
Instead, you leaned down to pick up your books with the help of Steve and turned to look back at Billy.
“You really are a whore.” Billy spat once again, desperate to get the last word in.
“You know what, Billy?” You questioned, no hint of malice in your voice. Billy silently told you to go on, raising an eyebrow. “It won’t always be that bad.” You mumbled, watching his eyes widen in surprise. “And I feel bad for you, hiding all that anger and sorrow within you.” You finished off with that, leaving Billy in a stump as you reached for Steve’s hand and continued on walking.
It was a moment later, when you were farther away from Billy that you noticed Steve’s eyes on you and with a smile, you turned and were met with a grin. “What?” You questioned, laughing bashfully up at him.
He shrugged; “nothing.” Steve chuckled, “I just like when you speak up for yourself.”
“Well I learned from the best.”
“No,” Steve shook his head, puzzling you. “You had it in you, the whole time - you just needed a little help getting started. You’re the toughest person i’ve ever met, Y/N.” You paused in surprise, not quite expecting such endearing words in that moment. But eventually Steve’s words sunk in and you smiled, your cheeks growing red. Steve’s hand moved to cup your face and with a soft look, he rubbed his thumb down your cheek much like that day in the police station.
“I love you.” You whispered, loving the way Steve’s eyes lit up upon your confession.
“I love you too.” He replied, without hesitation, leaning down to press a kiss against your lips. You immediately responded, sighing when he leaned back.
You’d never forget the events that unfolded in your life - you’d never forget the way you use to fear everything and anyone or how you’d flinch from any movement. You’d never forget, even when they were gone and faded, the bruises that had littered your body and had been caused by none other then your father. You’d never forget the lonely nights spent in your bedroom, crying, wishing everything could just go back to the way it was.
But as you gripped Steve’s hand, stared at his loving eyes and begun making your way to class, you realized maybe Steve could help lessen the pain. Even just a bit.
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