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This is a Raoul Silva x Reader story. Reader is female, but all other physical traits I shall leave up to the imagination
The harsh morning sun was softened by the curtains of my bedroom. The alarm clock blared for the third time this morning, and, for the third time, my hand snapped out from under the covers in an almost instinctual way. It patted around on my nightstand as it blindly sought out the snooze button.
When it couldn't find it, my body rolled over so my eyes could help. As soon as my aching eyes saw the time though, my heart skipped a beat and I frantically got out of bed and ran to my dresser. I had overslept and had to get moving if I was to catch the train on time.
I couldn't afford to be late today though, not when I had a big presentation to do this morning.
By the time I was dressed, I didn't even have time to eat as I grabbed my laptop and my bag and ran out the door. Thank God the bus driver was nice. He saw me coming and stopped to let me on.
On the bus, I looked over my presentation on my laptop to make sure I hadn't lost anything or forgotten anything important I wanted to add.
A whole week I'd spent staying up late to work on this presentation, my coworkers being of little help in getting me the information I'd needed throughout the whole thing.
The train had been more crowded than usual, and I felt like someone was watching me on the platform, and later, on the train, but I couldn't pin who or where. I didn't recognize anyone and every time I thought I figured out who it was, I felt eyes from a different direction. By the time I got off the train, I was certain it was just the guys around me who were forced against me in the crowds. Although, I'm pretty sure some of the bumps and touches of the strangers were not accidents, not that I had any proof.
Thank God the presentation went well. It really helped me get through the mountain of paperwork I had to do, much of which coming from my coworker on maternity leave. I liked her though. She was always nice to me and her husband was a sweetheart. They deserved some time together with their new baby. Can't quite remember how I ended up getting stuck with 80% of her work though. Not that I could ask my boss to pass off the work to someone else. He isn't one who responds well to employee complaints.
I was so focused on my work, I ended up going straight through my lunch break with only enough time for a small snack to keep me going the rest of the day.
I clocked out an hour later than normal due to the extra workload, but at least most of it wouldn't be there tomorrow as a result. I couldn't wait to get home and soak in a nice, hot bath. I yawned a lot on my way home, and was too lazy to cook by the time I got changed into something comfy.
Mindlessly flipping through channels that night, my exhausted mind was jerked awake when I my phone dinged. I smiled when I saw the name.
How was your day, babe?
It was long. How about you?
Great! They bought the pitch! Of course, that means I'll be working later for a while…
That's alright babe! We still on for dinner tomorrow?
Yeah. See ya then
I smiled to myself. Sam was the first serious guy in a while. Kind, honest, and very handsome. He'd been so understanding when I'd asked him to take things slow.
Without realizing it, I ended up falling asleep on the couch. Thankfully, today went a lot better than the day before. Sure, Jane came by and dumped a bunch of work on my desk just before lunch, but it turned out to not be too bad. I even managed to clock out early.
I spent hours pampering myself and trying on dresses until I found the right one. A friend of mine had seen him at a jewelry store, so a small part of me was hoping he'd propose soon.
I made sure to leave early to dinner. As I should've expected, I ended up at the restaurant early and ended up getting the table while I waited for Sam.
Time clicked by, and I passed the time with some emails and a few bread rolls. I checked my watch and realized he was 30 minutes late. He was never late! Where was he?! I started to get worried and texted him.
Babe? Where are you?
Sorry, stuck at work
Don't think I'll make it to dinner
My heart sank. Though, I didn't blame him, this wasn't the first time his work kept him late. He'd been stuck on layover on some of his business trips before. Even though I understood, it didn't stop the hurt. This was the first time he didn't warn me in advance though. I told him it was fine and decided to go. The cab ride back was depressing.
At a stop light though, I got a text from an unknown number
You aren't actually buying that are you?
"What the hell?"
I'm sorry. I think you have the wrong number
No. I don't. (Y/N L/N)
My heart was pounding. Who the hell was this?
I'm sorry, do I know you?
There was a lengthy pause before I got a reply.
He's not at work you know
What are you talking about? Who are you? How did you get my number?
An address and a phone number popped up on my phone next.
If you don't believe me, see for yourself
Who Are You?!
They stopped answering. I had no idea what to do with this information. I shook it off and put my phone away. Whoever this creep was, I had no reason to listen.
I didn't hear from the unknown caller on my phone again. Sam surprised me at work the next day with flowers and took me out to lunch. He was very apologetic and told me all about the work he'd been caught up with.
Before he left, he offered to continue making it up to me later tonight. I decided to accept. It'd been a while since we'd fooled around.
He was waiting in the parking lot of my office building to drive me back to his place when I got off work. We had a lovely dinner, and Sam had spared no effort in making it magical. Rose petals, candles, and romantic music.
When I woke up the next morning, I felt heavy, but sated. I felt around for Sam, but found his spot on the bed next to me was growing cold. My ears told me he was in the shower.
I got up and dressed, going to the kitchen to make us some breakfast. We were going to spend a whole romantic day together.
There was a high-pitched ding from out of nowhere. After a minute or two of searching, I realized it was his computer, sitting on the table. The screen was black, with simple, white letters reading:
You should've listened to me
"What the hell-?"
Now you've forced my hand
Suddenly, a video pops up. It was Sam and a girl I didn't recognize in his bed. I stood frozen for a moment as they started to undress. Then I quickly slammed it shut. He's had girlfriends before. Whatever this is, it's not gonna work. "Ridiculous! Sam loves me!"
I go back to the kitchen and finish making breakfast. Sam soon joined me and we sat down to eat. His bright smile quickly helping me forget the strange messages. So much so that I even forgot to tell him that someone might have hacked his computer.
Sam offered to clean up from breakfast while I showered. I got to the bedroom and my phone went off. Checking it, there was another message from the mysterious creep.
I really didn't want to do this to you, but you have left me no choice
A video popped up.
I was about to block this number when the link opened by itself, "What the hell? I didn't-" My breath caught in my throat and I felt the blood drain from my face. They were pictures and video, of me, naked. I never sent Sam any naked photos and, in many of them, I was asleep. The videos were of Sam and I together, still images of me, and what appeared to be other girls, all timestamped, and screenshots of what seemed to be text conversations with his friends, about the photos and videos.
I was shaking. I couldn't breathe. The way he was talking about me… a video popped up. It was timestamped the night of our dinner date, and seemed to be from Sam's computer, pointing at him and another woman on the couch. I saw the timestamp read about the time I texted him and watch him answer without stopping with this other girl.
I stumbled until I was half-sitting in the bed, tears in my eyes. Something buzzed under the blankets, and it turned out to be Sam's phone. It was several messages actually, all of which were different women. One or two had sent pictures, and all of the messages suggested a romantic relationship, including the past messages with them.
The tears were flowing freely now. I couldn't believe it. God, he had been so sweet, but turned out to be a monster. I was just another body to him. He'd Lied to me! He'd taken Pictures of me! Showed me off to his friends behind my back and talked about me like I was a piece of meat!
I heard Sam call from the other room, "You planning on taking that shower or what babe?"
A lot of emotions flooded my brain. Anger, despair, betrayal. I wanted to curl into a ball and punch him in his stupid face but was too conflicted to figure out what to do.
I finally pulled myself together, grabbing my things and storming out into the main area, "You BASTARD!"
"What? What are you-?"
"SHUT UP! How DARE you! How many women are you seeing?! How many times did you send your friends Pictures of me?! God I've never felt more violated in my LIFE!"
"Babe! Hold on! Please calm down! Whatever you heard, I can explain!"
I threw his phone at him, "Forget it Jerk! We're THROUGH!" I stormed out and ran downstairs and outside as fast as I could, ignoring his shouts behind me as he tried to get me to come back.
Thankfully, I got a cab quickly and managed to get in before Sam could reach me, "Could you lock the doors? Please?!" He shrugs and locks it just in time. Sam hit the side of the car, hitting the glass, "Come on babe! Please! Let me explain!"
I gave the driver my address, "There's an extra five in it for you if you go now and get me there in under ten minutes" He nodded, pulling into traffic and heading for my apartment. It took all my strength to not break down into tears on the ride over.
When we reached my apartment, I gave him his pay, with the promised five, and ran up to my place, locking the door… I didn't get any farther than that though, sliding down the door in tears. God, I had the worst luck with love! Why do I always end up dating assholes?! I debated just giving up on love completely. Every time I've ever fallen in love, I just ended up heartbroken...
