Here you were, cowering in the library in the restricted section (you don't know why the library has a restricted section.). You might be wondering why you were exactly cowering. You have an abusive boyfriend. They love to take out their worries on you. They used to be so nice, but then something happened and they changed, injuring you so badly one day you couldn't come to college because of it.
Here you were now crying and hoping they wouldn't find you. You used to stand up to them, but one day, they cracked and deeply hurt you. You still were recovering from it. The pain you felt, it hurt so bad. Mentally, emotionally, and physically. All bundled up like a Christmas presents only when unwrapped, it hurt like hell.
Back to the present now, you sighed deeply. It was near lunch so alot of people would be in here in case he decided to make a scene. You looked at your wrapped up hands which were starting to ache from being clenched too tightly. A few specks of blood dripped from them. You wished you had the courage to break up with him. He terrified you though; he was like 7 feet fall and towered over you. You couldn't stand up to that.
You pulled out a book from the restricted section to see that it was a book about very hardcore summoning rituals. "What the actual fuck." You flipped through it to see that it was the real deal and had all kinds of summonings for small monsters to Cthulu like monsters. "Interesting..." You mumbled unaware of the person behind you as you were huddled up near the very back.
"En bok om demoner?" An European accent sang in your ears as you nearly threw the book into the wall. "Ach, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I was just reading the book you were reading."
You looked up to see the college's fuckboy, Tord Karlsen. Yes, you meant what you said. He was the literal definition of a fuck boy. He fucked all the girls and boys he could. He was actually rather cute, but you knew it wouldn't happen between you since of your overbearing abusive boyfriend and the fact that Tord only liked hot people. You were not hot at all, not even cute by far. Not with all these scars and bruises.
Tord had caramel hair that spiked up in the front to look like two horns while he had a small mullet in the back. He always wore a red hoody and some black skinny jeans. He had a little bandage on his cheek, and who could forget his unique silver eyes. They were a mystery alright. "Hey, what're you doing in the restricted section reading a book about summoning demons?" He sat down beside you, waiting for an answer.
You were quiet for a moment. "Just because." You replied, not going to tell him about you hiding from your boyfriend. He didn't need to know. It wasn't his business.
Tord raised an eyebrow at you as he looked you up and down while you went back to reading the summoning book. "I see now."
You looked up for a minute, "You see what?"
"You're hiding from someone."
You stiffened. You tried to move the page normally, but found you were struggling to hold your tears back. You didn't want to be found. You didn't know if Tord would call your boyfriend over here. "N-No."
"Caught ya." He chuckled, only to stop when he noticed you weren't laughing. In fact, you were terrifed and shaking. "Oh, shit. So, it's not a friendly game of hide and seek?" He scooted closer to look at you closely, eyeing the bandages and tape around your neck and hands. "Holy shit, you're bleeding." He said, gently touching your hand.
You curled your fingers around his slowly before stopping and pulling away. It wasn't going to work out. He would make fun of you. "Why don't you go and fuck someone? Why're you here?"
"Oh, you wound me!" He dramatically said, placing a hand on his heart. "I'm here because a friend of mine told me he was looking for his girlfriend/boyfriend. I said I would look out for them." He leaned on your shoulder.
You stiffened. He was working for your boyfriend. You panicked and started to shake. You tried to stifle your crying. It was too late as Tord looked back and immediately felt concerned. You saw him come closer to your face as he grabbed your chin and moved your head to the side to examine your neck. You sniffled, knowing exactly what he was staring at. The hand prints your boyfriend left on you this morning.
Tord's face went into a shock expression as he softly touched the bruises noticing your face scrunching up in pain. "Did he do this?" He whispered. He pulled down your sweater, far enough, so he could look at the rest of the damage he left on your body. Tord let out a gasp as he let go of your chin and held your wrists up to his face, unwrapping the tape and stared at your bleeding arms. "You need help. You need to tell him to stop." He growled out.
"I'm fine. I've dealt with worse before." You replied back, swiping your hand back. You were going to get up and take the book with you when you saw him. He was standing there at the entrance of the restricted section glaring at you. He looked like a monster with how tall he was. You instinctively whimpered and shrunk behind Tord. So much for escaping.
"Oh hey Tord, thanks for finding them. I was getting worried when you didn't text me. You doing ok sweetie?" He stalked forwards, placing a fake smile on his face as he held out his hands for you to take it. "Let's go back home to the dorms now ok?" He tried to get you to join him so he could hurt you again at home. There was a glint in his eyes; he was really mad.
You whimpered, hiding behind Tord once again. You grasped onto his hoody while clutching on to the demon book and started to cry. "I'm scared."
Tord took the hint and stood up to your boyfriend. Tord was fairly tall, not as tall as the 7 foot monster in front of you guys, but tall enough to intimidate him too. "Jake, Y/N has some pretty painful cuts and bruises on them. Haven't you taken them to the doctor to get them checked out?" He stood his ground in front of you.
Jake stiffened. "They got into a fight with someone while I was away yesterday. I was going to get them checked out when we left campus today."
Tord peered over his shoulder to look at you, "Is this true?" He knew it was a fucking lie. Nobody dared come near you because of your monster of a boyfriend. The only way you would get these injuries would only be from Jake himself.
You shook your head 'no' and curled up farther away from Tord and Jake.
Tord smiled, "I can see through your lies Jake. You were never good at lying." He chuckled, putting his hands into his hoody pockets. "Might wanna run away now and leave Y/N to me. There are security cameras everywhere in the library you remember right? You try and start a fight, you'll be fucked over instantly." He grinned cheekily.
Jake growled out, swinging his arm into the side and causing a bookshelf to topple over and startle a lot of people. "Y/N, get over here NOW." Jake growled. He shifted something in his bag and pulled out a pistol, aiming it at Tord.
You shivered, inching towards Jake. You didn't want to go to him, but he was holding Tord at gun point. Tord didn't deserve to die over you so you gave up and walked forwards, with the summoning book still in your hands.
"Y/N, don't.." Tord said to you as you passed by him.
You smiled at him kindly. "You don't need to die for me. I deserve this." You had never seen the look of shock that crossed Tord's face ever in your life. He looked so heartbroken. As you walked forwards to Jake, you finally had the chance. You said something small and raised both of your hands and swung the book harshly down onto hand which contained the gun. "RUN, TORD!" You yelled, feeling Jake grab you by the throat and lift you into the air, squeezing down on your throat.
"You shouldn't of done that, Y/N. That hurt, ya know." Jake growled, pressing down on your windpipe as he didn't see that Tord was now holding the book in his hands flipping through the pages as floor underneath him began to glow a bright red color. "What, what the fuck?" He looked down to see the floor glowing as a bunch of tentacles burst out and began dragging him down into the red swirling darkness. He let go of you to try and grapple himself onto something, but he was failing as he was being pulled into the darkness. "THIS ISN'T OVER YOU FUCKING BITCH. WHEN I GET OUT, YOU-" He didn't finish as he was pulled underneath into the inky void and the ground sealed up.
You were shivering and shaking as you felt a pair of hands cup your face gently. You shrunk back, terrified.
"Nei, nei... It's me. It's me, Tord. Jake's not here anymore. I'm not going to let him hurt you ever again, well he can't considering he's down in hell with all the monsters I put him with." Tord chuckled. Tord leaned in and cupped your face gently as he kissed you softly.
En bok om demoner? = A book about demons?
Nei nei = no, no