Title: In Dreams
Pairing: Hook X Older Female Reader
Summary: Hook meets the woman of his dreams. Literally. The only problem? She is married in actuality. And her marriage is not the happy one she tries to portray in reality. Not to mention Y/N has a secret she failed to reveal in their shared dreams. Can Hook persuade her to leave her husband and seek the safety of his love instead?
Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with AEW. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination.
Content/Trigger Warnings: Through the story as a whole–Domestic Abuse against a woman, this chapter has blood and violence
Chapter 4
You called in to both your jobs the next day and quit.
Derek made you.
He was convinced you were cheating with a co-worker and the only way to get you to stop was to make you quit your jobs.
In the space of twelve hours, he'd totally isolated you. You had no one.
And on top of that, you had no way to pay bills once they came due. Something you'd not been able to get through Derek's head.
You were frightened, because you knew when the bills were due you'd most likely suffer another beating for not having enough money to pay them.
You fought sleep tooth and nail. You knew there was only so long you could go without sleep, but you had to stay away from Hook. You couldn't bear for him to get hurt.
You couldn't let that happen. You'd fallen for Hook plain and simple. There was so much about him you didn't know–and he of you, but there was a lot you did know about him too. You could feel in your dreams how much he cared about you. Truly. He'd never hurt you. You just knew that.
So, you spent your time cleaning the old house and wondering why because you were most likely going to be evicted in the next couple months. But that was something your mother had instilled in you was to keep a clean house.
You had to find a way out of this marriage. You just had to.
If you didn't he was going to kill you and most likely SIenna too.
"I have to figure a way out," You thought out loud as you scrubbed the bathroom shower. "There's no other option."
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It had been several days since Hook had seen Y/N. He was just sick. He couldn't get his mind on wrestling which used to be all he thought about. He couldn't focus on anything. He didn't care about food or working out. He didn't even enjoy sleeping since he wasn't seeing Y/N.
He headed for the showers and cleaned up quickly, and then minutes later was leaving the gym for his apartment. He was going to search for Y/N online.
Once he was sitting on his bed in his bedroom, he pulled his laptop from his backpack and began his search.
He started by Googling "Y/N Y/L/N, New England". He found numerous profiles on facebook and dug through them in search of Y/N.
About an hour, and countless photos later, he came across a picture on Google that unmistakably resembled her. He clicked on the link that took him to a Facebook profile of a woman named Y/N Y/L/N.
"Gotcha," Hook smiled and began looking through the profile. She'd not been on in about a year however. Still, it would let him know where she most likely was.
Boston, he quickly realized as he looked through her bio.
From there he went back to Google and used a reputable people search engine to locate her address and phone number.
Another half hour later, he was confidently scribbling down her address and then heading for his rental.
He was getting an immediate flight to Boston.
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Derek was out at the moment, doing God only knew what, so you took that opportunity to take a much needed nap. Your fever was spiking, your body ached, both from the abuse it had taken as well as the cold–which you were beginning to wonder if it was the flu–and you were dehydrated because you couldn't keep your mind clear enough to drink fluids. You were going to have a trip to the hospital if you didn't take better care of yourself.
As for your nap, you could only hope you wouldn't run into Hook. Okay, so you actually couldn't help but wish you would, but you knew it was better for everyone involved if you didn't.
You had just flopped onto the bed, when you heard a knock at the door.
Sighing, you took the wet washcloth from your forehead that you'd been using to aid with your fever, laid it on the night table, and raised up from the bed. Slowly, you made your way down the hall to the stairs. Your sickness was taking its toll. You were recognizing the signs of needing a doctor, and soon. As you headed down the stairs, you stumbled and nearly tumbled down the last few steps. By the grace of God you caught hold of the railing and held on for dear life till your feet became more steady.
Another knock. More insistent.
"I'm… I'm coming…" You tried to call out. But it only came out a soft whisper. Your breathing was turning ragged and you wanted so badly to just curl up on the floor and go to sleep.
Finally, finally you reached the door just as a booming knock sounded. And you became afraid that Derek had gone out, got drunk, and forgotten his keys to the house.
He'll kill me now for taking so long, you thought, as you fumbled with the chain lock and then the dead bolt.
After what seemed like ages, you got the door open. Your eyes were lowered. Initially. But you slowly raised your gaze.
You saw a pair of jeans clad legs. Then a black hoodied torso.
Hook's handsome face swam before you as you lifted your eyes higher.
He looked shy for a change. Or unsure, you didn't know which. And then he saw the state you were in.
"H-Hook…" You stammered out in shock. Your heartbeat sped up and then you were sinking to the floor.
"Y/N!" He softly called your name out and latched onto your arms, holding you upright. "Baby, you're burning up! Badly!"
"You c-can't… b-be here…." you sobbed. "Derek… he'll be back any minute."'
Your legs trembled and you started to go down again. Hook uttered a soft curse and bent down, lifting you up into his arms, bridal style, noted your wince of pain.
Then he was entering your home, and kicking the door shut behind him as you finally gave in to the darkness creeping into your vision…
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Hook took a deep breath and stepped out of his rental as he eyed the ramshackle house before him. It was an old two-story building that had seen better days.
"No wonder Y/N was so nervous about me seeing her home." He thought aloud as he headed for the front porch. Well, no more. I'm going to show her that I don't care in the least what she lives in. Although, if she'll have me, I'll make sure she never has to worry about living like this any more. Never mind that Y/N was married. She obviously wasn't happy in the marriage and Hook was going to take her away from the dude, plain and simple.
He stepped up to the porch and knocked on the front door. Waited a moment and then knocked again. He could hear stirring within the front room or hallway and proceeded to pound the door again. He was halfway in a boxing stance in case he had to fight the husband right away, when the door finally opened.
Y/N stepped up to the door frame as her gaze slowly–very slowly–lifted to meet his.
Hook saw how pale she was and instantly knew something was terribly wrong. He was vaguely aware of the bruise at her jawline when she spoke softly.
"H-Hook…" she cried weakly and then went sailing for the floor.
"Y/N!" He said loudly, trying to rouse her as he grabbed at her arms and held her up. He could feel her scorching skin against his hands. "Geez, baby, you're burning up! Badly!"
"You c-can't… b-be here…." she choked out on a sob. "Derek… he'll be back any minute."'
She started to fall again and he lifted her limp frame up into his arms, cradling her against his muscled chest as he let out a low curse.
"Baby… Wake up…" he uttered, jostling her slight frame in his arms. "Please." He carried her through the hallway to the living room to find only a recliner or a love seat to lay her on. He went in search of the bedroom so he could properly lay her in bed.
He went up the stairs quickly and discovered the bedroom to be the first door on the right. He entered the room and carried Y/N over to the bed where he gently deposited her onto it. Then he picked up the cold, wet washcloth from her night table and placed it over her forehead. And that is when he fully noticed and took in her wounded state.
Her face was bruised, and she had a split lip. God only knew what else had happened to her.
"The scumbag hits her," he growled to himself. No wonder she was so scared.
"I've gotta get you to the hospital," he murmured. "You need medical help."
He started to lift her back up to carry her to his car when he heard a baby's cry nearby.
"What the-" He headed for the doorway, following the sound of the baby's wails. He moved across the hallway and found a nursery with a baby in a crib. A little girl. Less than six months old.
"What the…" He repeated. Y/N hadn't mentioned a daughter.
He cautiously stepped up to the crib, not wanting to frighten the baby. "Hey, sweetie," he said softly, and reached down, brushing his thumb over the baby's silky cheek. "You're mom's gonna be okay. I promise."
When the baby continued to cry, he awkwardly lifted her up and held her against his chest, jostling her. "Shh-shh…" Immediately, the baby quieted and snuggled against his shoulder.
"What… what are you doing?..."
Hook turned and saw you bracing yourself against the nursery's door frame. "
"Your baby was crying," he answered, jostling the infant again. "I thought I should comfort her."
"I mean…" you clearly were struggling to keep your mind focused. "I mean, what are you doing here? If Derek finds you here…"
Why didn't you tell me he hits you," Hook demanded, gently laying the baby back down in the crib. He stepped over to you and tilted her chin back with his fingers so he could get another look at you. "That son of a-"
"You have to leave, Hook. Please."
"I'm not leaving you here. As lame as this probably sounds, Y/N, I've come to take you away from here. Away from all this."
You immediately shook your head. "You can't. I can't. I mean…" you huffed a weak sigh. "He'll… He'll kill us. All of us."
"Baby, you don't know who I am if you think you can tell me something like that and then think I'll turn and walk away from you." His eyes scanned your face, took in the bruises, the cuts. "No, I'll kill him."
He pulled you into his arms. Tilted your chin back again and lowered his head. His lips a breath away from yours, he whispered, "Finally, I get to kiss you."
His mouth lowered to yours then and closed the small gap between the two of you.
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Hook's mouth was on yours and oh, was it glorious.
"Mmm," you moaned into his mouth and kissed him back. You couldn't help yourself. His lips moved against yours and his tongue slid past your lips, plundering your mouth. Your legs threatened to buckle again and Hook pulled you even closer against his chest to keep you upright.
"Pack some stuff," he murmured into your mouth. "We're getting out of here."
"I'm scared," you whispered. "If something happens to Sienna, or you…"
"I won't let anything happen to either of you. I swear," Hook reassured you, kissing you again. "Now, go pack. I'll pack the baby's stuff."
You nodded, still in a daze that Hook was standing in the middle of your house. "There's some suitcases in the hall closet." You led him over to the closet and grabbed the small suitcase for Sienna, and handed it to Hook. The larger one you took for yourself. As Hook went back to the nursery to pack for Sienna, you headed to your bedroom and began filling the suitcase with some clothes and toiletries.
A few minutes of packing passed, and then you heard the click of the bedroom door closing.
And another click.
The lock.
Afraid of what you'd see, you slowly turned and saw Derek blocking the door.
"Who is the kid in the nursery," he asked quietly, sauntering toward you. "Who is he? You've been cheating on me with a kid?" He glanced over his shoulder as if he was afraid Hook would hear him. "One scream and you are dead."
"He's… He is not a kid. And I have not been cheating on you." You said, backing up till your back hit the wall. You had nowhere to go.
Derek was close to you now, close enough to reach out and wrap his hands around your throat. Which he did. "How dare you disrespect me!"
He squeezed, choking off your air supply. You struggled, and tried to pry his hands off your throat.
"You're so dead. And so is the little brat."
This had you struggling even more.
Faintly, you heard Hook's voice behind the bedroom door.
"Baby, open the door!"
"Baby, open the door," Derek mocked as he choked you to death.
You took that moment to drive your knee up into Derek's crotch. He let out a weird groan and released you as you knew he would and you stumbled toward the door. Just as you were about to touch the lock a hand reached out and grabbed hold of your hair, yanking you back toward Derek.
The door then busted open with Hook charging into the room.
Frightened for Hook but relieved at the same time, you heard a sharp click and then felt three rapid jabs to your stomach.
"Oh!" You cried out softly at the delayed pain.
"Y/N? Baby?" Hook said, a question in his tone. His eyes were on Derek's hand at your stomach.
You looked down as well, and saw Derek's hand slowly, painfully so, twist a knife into your stomach.
"Oh," you cried again, "Oh, God… I…" You started to fall and that is when Hook came out of his horrified stupor. At first he didn't seem to know what to do. Attack Derek, or come to your aid. It didn't take but a second for him to dive to your side on the floor. At the same moment, Derek ran out the bedroom door. You were only faintly aware of what was going on around you. But you were keenly aware of Hook's arms going around you and tugging you partially into his lap. You groaned in pain and clenched your eyes shut.
"Baby, stay with me," Hook demanded, pulling out his phone.
You reached for the knife still stuck in your stomach, attempted to pull it out.
"No, sweetheart, leave it. You could bleed out if you pull it out." Hook moved your hand to rest by your side and proceeded to make a call on his phone.
"Yes, I need an ambulance and the police."
He rattled off the address and gave the reason for the call and then tossed the phone to the floor. His attention was fully on you. Blood had soaked into his hoodie and jeans but he paid it no mind at all.
"Hang on, Y/N. The ambulance is coming."
You gazed up at him through tears. You could feel yourself weakening. "I-I'm sorry, I…"
"Shhh-shhh," Hook shushed you gently, and checked your pulse.
Not good, he thought.
"I have no family…" You whispered now, growing more and more tired. "Pl-please, take care of Sienna…"
"Honey, I'll take care of her till you're well. But then you are going to raise her. You're going to be there to be her mom."
"I love you…"
"Stop it, Y/N. Tell me when you are well. Not when you're scaring the life out of me."
A tear spilled over your eye and trailed down your temple. "I love you, Hook," you whispered before succumbing to unconsciousness…