TW: DV

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No headphones today. Lucy wanted to focus on nothing but the pain she was going to feel getting her pump in. Wolves. No. Werewolves. Her little brother. She wouldn't even have been able to believe that shit if Derek didn't actually show her how he can grow claws and fangs on command.

Lucy shuddered at that mental image. She couldn't imagine what Scott could look like as a fucking monster. If werewolves existed she couldn't even fathom what other shit existed. That's not even something she wanted to think about. Back to the pump.

There was obviously a lot more that Scott had to tell her for sure but she couldn't take that shit. Not when her phone wouldn't stop going off with the most threatening messages she had ever received from her ex. Of course Lucy knew she had to go and buy another phone but she would at least like to get a couple paychecks before she drops a couple hundred on a new phone. It was scary to think that such an evil man probably knew exactly where she was and was trying to scare her into coming back to him. Not even love bombing this time. Just pure terror.

He knew she hated Beacon Hills. But that was before she could get the chance to invest in another life here. Of course she missed having money handed to her, getting anything she wanted, living a kind of luxurious life with other pretty girls who had rich daddies or boyfriends. Then here she was now- having to accept that idea that her little brother was a werewolf. Lucy glanced at the messages in her phone one more time. She didn't know which situation was more overstimulating.

Work the next day did not get anything off of her mind. She did buy some plants for her desk to lighten up her mood and area, but outside of that- there was nothing for her to focus on but the demonic image of Derek Hale literally growing fangs. Another shudder. She really did not like that shit.

Even though her leg was bouncing while she shuffled through some work things, Lucy just knew she needed some kind of caffeine. Not something that she drank too often, but it did stimulate in her ways that shuffling through files would not.

Lucy unfolded her legs and slid out from behind her desk. The halls were silent much to her pleasure and the staff room was looking…. Empty. Perfect. She silently put a maple brown sugar kuerig into the coffee maker and leaned against the counter. After some thought, she decided she needed a snack to go with her coffee, too.

After glancing at the clock, the idea to get both and her brother some lunch to share and just maybe discuss what was presented last night a little more. Thinking even more, Lucy thought that it would be so cute to do things like that with Scott. Yeah. Best thing about being the school nurse too was that she could just pull him out of class! She didn't even think about the perks.

With her coffee cup in hand, Lucy walked out of the office expecting the same silence in the hall as she did before yet this time she heard the famliar voice of her brother arguing with a female. Oh it just had to be Allison, right? Well of course she was going to easvsedrop.

"Are you trying to hurt me? Get back at me?" That was Allison all right, from what Lucy could remember her sounding like. At that moment it sounded like she was about to burst into tears.

Scott sounded like he could cry too when he responded, "No."

Lucy almost could imagine the look on his face and the way he probably was giving Allison some big brown sad eyes. Especially as she said, "Please, don't talk to me. I need more time to get to just friends. Okay? Please."

There was a clacking of heels that faded away in a hurry. She was literally running away from Scott. God that had to hurt, Lucy thought. As soon as she heard the heels completely gone, she ran out from behind her hiding spot in the corner and spotted Scott standing sadly in the middle of the hallway with a solemn look on his face. It hurt her heart so bad to see.

"Awe, my love. Are you okay?" Scott turned his head slightly to lock eyes with his sister, a defeated sign escaping his lips.

"I know nothing about girls. At all."

The siblings embraced, the hug being offered by the older of the two as she got closer to her little brother who was looking more than depressed. She felt the urge to do something about it in any way that she could. "Come to my office we can talk a little."

The pair walked to the nurse's office together and as soon as they got inside alone, Scott slumped in a seat and threw his head back, leaning it against the wall. Lucy watched his distress from the corner of her eye as she sipped her coffee from her own seat. She didn't know exactly where to start when it came to this type of thing.

"What happened?" That was simple enough.

Scott was stuttering when he answered, "I- I don't know. I sent her some old pictures of us. Like just to remind her of how things were. How it could still be. When she trusted me."

"Personally I think Allison might be a bit dramatic- only if everything went down how you explained… Try considering maybe there is other things that are upsetting her and she needs some kind of space. I don't know but I understand its going to be hard when you're just teenagers and both of you have so much going on. She could literally be traumatuzed. And associating you with that trauma."'

Scott shook his head side to side. "Allison is not like that."

"Scott, you wouldn't know that. Trauma changes people."

"She thinks I'm a liar, dude. She thinks I'm a piece of shit that can't be trusted but when I tell you almost everything I have done - and especially that night in the school -has been to protect her. Us. Stiles. You." Scott was on the verge of tears. Even with her own problems, Lucy couldn't imagine harboring so much stress at only sixteen.

"Scott you need to relax and focus on yourself. Getting the cure. I'm sure things will be easier." She paused, thinking about how he told her that if he killed the one who turned him in, he would be rid of the bite. "But that won't fix everything. Stop trying to micromanage everything because you can only control yourself. You're a kid, at least try to remember that. And I'm grown, I don't need protecting."

"Lucy you just started being able to stop covering your brusies. I love you but you dont make the best decisions either for me to not worry." Scott chewed at his lip as he examined Lucy's neck where the finger marks were before. "You still didn't even tell me what happened."

The sound of her heart dropping was audible to Scott. The uptick in Lucy's heart rate almost was making the fear radiate off of her, getting Scott to the point where he was also uncomfortable. Lucy licked her lips before she spoke, "Okay."

I had easily gotten accustomed to the routine I had to have when Tyler got home. Clean house, cute outfit, dinner on the stove and it better be piping hot. I could tell that things were getting to a point where I was walking on eggshells until he snapped. I didn't know if it was work, family, or even losing bets on his fantasy football that would result in my getting punished but I was going to ride this out for as long as I could.

I had just finished applying my base for my makeup and the smell of steaming salmon was wafting through our house. From the second floor I could see the sunset over the horizon of one of the many beautiful California beaches. The purples and oranges gave me some inspiration to expiriment just a little with the eyeshadow look I could go for. Usually Tyler liked me looking natural but having skin like a baby- I would keep it subtle for good measure.

I began playing with some soft purples oranges and pinks from my eyeshadow pallet, bouncing my brush in the spaces above my eyes and lids until I had created a bold and colorful look. Staring at my face in the mirror, the look was gorgeous but it made my heart drop at the reaction I would no doubt get from it.

It was fine- I would just take some cute pictures to save for myself and maybe I could find a way to recreate it in a way more soft look for Tylers pleasure. I took my phone and snapped some selfies under the light of the bathroom, making multiple cute and silly faces. The thought of posting them on instagram or facebook crossed my mind. Instagram was new and Tyler didn't really use it to my knowledge but it was cute to post little pictures up there that nobody but the select few that were active on it would really see.

My heart dropped just at the idea of posting a picture of myself that he didn't vet or wasn't in the background of- for some reason I just felt brave that night. I tried not to think about it as I posted the picture, throwing my phone to the side as soon as it was confirmed and turning back to the mirror. I had to get this eye makeup off right away and get back to the dinner on the stove.

Once I was all cleaned up and looking soft and natural, I was back in the kitchen preparing the rice and potatoes. He would be home any minute now and I wanted the food hot like it had just come out of the oven. I watched the stove as the dinner simmered until I heard the jingling and twisting of keys at the front door. I put on a smile and jogged to the door to greet my man with a smile and kiss.

The usual scowl that sat on his lips didn't even flinch when we locked eyes and he pushed past me. There was that daunting feeling of walking on eggshells that flooded over me as I grabbed his gym bag and closed the door behind him.

"How was the gym?" I tried, offering a smile.

"I'm starving."

"Dinner is ready, my love." Finally that got a reaction out of him, and it allowed me to let out a breath of air I wasn't even aware I had been holding. Maybe tonight wouldn't even go bad at all.

A couple minutes later we were sitting at the dinner table, discussing things here and there but not really holding any type of conversation. Tyler had this thing of setting up youtube on his laptop while he ate instead of actually talking to me, but occasionally he would show me something to laugh or even give me a compliment. The better nights would be when he would be smiling, giving me compliments, kissing on me and being super loving. Those were the best. They happened often! Just not in a while.

I kept noticing Tyler take out his phone, smiling down at it, and typing with it tilted away. Of course anyone would start to get suspicious of that type of behavior, my stomach dropped at the thought of him cheating. I forked my food around the plate as I stared at him entranced in his phone, my face quickly started to heat up with anger.

"I'm not very hungry," I announced, dropping my utensils and scooting back from the table. Tyler looked up at me finally and locked his phone, placing it face down next to him.

"Is there a problem?"

My heart skipped a beat. I lied easily, "no. Why?"

Tyler stood up, rushing over to stand right next to me. He grabbed my hand, forcefully pulling me to my feet, a sting of pain traveling down my arm as he did. The grip he had on my wrist tightened as he shoved his face into mine, a gnarly snarl on his lips. "Let me see your phone," he demanded.

My brow immediately furrowed in confusion, I opened my mouth to mutter a, "what? Why?"

Instantly my face snapped to the side, a throbbing sting appearing onto the right corner of my lip. I grabbed at my face as my arm was let go and I stumbled backwards, only catching myself because of the chair behind me. I didn't have to ask myself what had just happened or be confused about it because hits out of nowhere like that were common.

"Are you stupid? Did you really just ask me why?" He shouted, sneering down before walking away from me and into the kitchen where my phone was still on the counter. He knew the password so there wasn't much I could do but watch as he tapped and swiped so hard on the screen I could hear his skin and nails tapping the screen.

The pounding sound of my heart in my ears flooded my hearing as I waited and waited for him to scroll upon the apps and things I had hidden for myself. I knew what I did earlier was giong to be a bad idea. Then, to my surprise, Tyler locked the phone and looked up at me, staring in my eyes without saying anything.

Suddenly he chucked the phone across the room, and I flinched to guard myself- the phone striking my back as I cowered from the device. I yelped in pain, immediately going to rub my back as a shock of pain traveled up my spine. I had no idea why he was so angry at me and so I had no clue how I would be able to diffuse the situation.

I stood quiet, cautiously keeping myself tucked into my own body and hoping he would just pass by. Sometimes just acting like a statue cowering in fear did something to Tyler's brain that I could not explain.

Trying to keep my eyes low and away from him, I froze until I heard the sound of him walking away. I peaked up as soon as our bathroom door shut and the faint noise of the shower filled the silence. My first step was to check my phone, making sure it hasn't broken from the impact it had on my back. Once I confirmed that it was fine, I rushed to clear the table, grabbing our unfinished dinners and bringing them to the kitchen.

A vibration on the table caught my ear, panic engulfing me as a scenario where I could get into his phone and see what was really in there played back in my brain. I mindlessly stared at the phone on the table as I scraped away at the food, rinsed the dishes, and organized them in the dishwasher- telling myself once I had done those things I would have the right to grab his phone and he wouldn't expect that I had been doing anything else.

Just as I closed the dishwasher and was going to rush over to the phone, I heard the shower turn off. I stopped in my tracks and took small steps to the bedroom door so I didn't sound like I was rushing to get somewhere else. In the closet I grabbed a matching pajama set and underwear, stopping to observe the small cut I had on my lip. It would swell and be sore for sure but it wouldn't be anything too serious.

We crossed paths as he exited the bathroom, him not even saying anything to me or looking my way as, just tightening the towel he had around his waist and taking long strides to the room. I wanted to give him a compliment, his strong and muscular stature easily caught my eye but of course the memory of him smacking the hell out of me was still fresh in my mind.

I took my time in the shower, being gentle around my back and face as I scrubbed away at the top of my skin- actually feeling disgusted with what I allowed. This was a routine that I had gotten used to that never got better. As soon as I got out, I lotioned up and took care of my skin and hair, getting ready to look cute for bed.

Out in the kitchen all the lights were off and my heart dropped when I noticed his phone now off the table. I guess I would have to let it go at that moment. Once making sure the house looked clean, I shut everything off completely and went into the bedroom. The lights were off, the tv was on, and four empty beers sat on Tyler's bedside table as well as his phone. It caught my eye, but I quickly looked away and tried to make eye contact with my boyfriend. He was asleep.

I creeped my way into bed, getting comfortable without waking him up, keeping my distance and snuggling into the far side of the bed. I closed my eyes, trying hard to keep my mind clear or anything. It was impossible for me to toss and turn because I refused to wake Tyler up from his sleep and endure any more conflict.

As much as I tried, I absolutely could not rest my mind to fall asleep. I was stressing about what was in Tyler's phone- bad. It must've been at least an hour or at least that's how it felt just lying in bed.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and pretended to snuggle closer to Tyler, holding my breath to see if he would awake. Nothing. I reached over and gently snagged the phone, bringing it to my chest and shutting my eyes. I kept my breath steady as I tried to hear for any sign of movement. Nothing.

I turned the screen on, my eyes scanning the goodnight text that was being previewed on the screen. My heart dropped, my face swelling with heat as I tried to process what I was seeing. I mean what was I expecting? I just didn't want to believe it I guess.

My emotions took over me, my movements getting a little more careless as I roughly propped myself up, dropping the phone down on the table. I tried to turn quickly and pretend to be sleeping, but the phone smacked against the beer can, making a loud clang in the darkness.

Of course, the noise woke him up- not instantly - but he stirred immediately, coughing and clearing his throat until I was able to hear him fully get up, the bed creaking beneath me. I tried to level my breathing and keep my eyes shut tight- hoping and praying that my fake sleep act was going to work.

In a second, I felt a hand grip around my neck, my body getting pulled up, fear pulsing through me as I locked wide eyes with my boyfriend. As his grip tightened, I grasped at his hands, trying to open up and squeak out anything but I couldn't get out anything but a couple gurgles.

"What the fuck were you doing?" His tipsy, tired slurred voice boomed in my ear. I had absolutely no clue why he was upset- there was no way he saw me looking in his phone. How?! "You think I'm dumb, huh? The fuck are you doing?"

He tightened his grip on my neck, giving me the opportunity to both breath and gurgle out a response, "what are you talking about?! You're the one who's cheating!"

As soon as I finished the accusation, his hand came across my face, focusing on the sting only for a few seconds before I was forced to lock eyes with this man again. I couldn't process the fear in my head as it mixed with anger. I feel like I had just about gotten my fill of him taking his anger out on me- even when he was in the wrong -and then to have the nerve to cheat on me.

The idea swirling in my head gave me enough fuel to ignore the grip around my neck and brought my hands up to dig my nails into Tyler's face, scratching and gripping, feeling a small jump of joy at the sound of him shouting in pain.

It felt like a movie, everything moved so fast. The second he let go of the grip he had on me, his arms were back in the air, the back of his palm connecting with my face and knocking my body off the bed. With adrenaline pumping, I ignored the feeling again and kept talking, "you son of a bitch, you treat me like this and pretend you're some catch for another girl? I do everything you say! I gave you so many years just for you to do this shit to me?"

Tyler laughed, finally done rubbing at his face and moving to flick the light on. He looked down at me, a blank stare riding his red, scratched up face. "Listen, Lucy, really listen. You haven't been shit to me but a bill and a piece of ass."

My heart and eyes stung, but I tried to stay resilient, "do you even fucking love me? Why do you even keep me around if you're going to do this to me?"

Tyler approached me, but I didn't move, just keeping my eyes trained on him as he stalked towards me. In front of me, he leaned down, a psychotic smile playing on his lips. I'd never had to deal with another woman, as many issues as we constantly had, this would be too much for me to handle. Too much to fix.

"Of course I love you." Tyler extended a hand and I cautiously took it, just to get up from cowering off the floor. This bipolar attitude of his was not new, but everything felt different from how hurt I felt because of the circumstances. Now that we were close, he cupped my face, trying to sound sincere, "I just want you to shut the fuck up and listen, you understand?"

"Who is she?" I asked, ignoring the blatant disrespect.

"See?" He said in a strained voice, "you just don't listen!"

"Stop playing with me and just tell me the truth. Is this why you've been so rude lately? I can't think of anything I could've done." I sighed, I was barely talking to him at this point, just replaying certain things in my head. "How many times are you going to tell me this is the last time?"

Tyler cooed at me, the smallest sign of resent in his eyes, he reached down and leaned in like he was going to give me a kiss. At first I let him, his lips pressing sloppily against my sore mouth. I didn't kiss back, sort of letting him have his way with me until I remember I didn't even know if he was cheating on me physically or not. I pulled back, using my forearm to press at his chest and create distance between us.

Tyler came close, his hot, smelly alcohol breath fanning over my nose as he shoved himself closer to me again. I noticed pretty quickly he was going to try and force himself on me, and I brought a leg up, again trying to create a boundary between our bodies but it didn't matter.

Me resisting brought back that angry Tyler again, and within minutes I was getting pulled down by my hair, my scalp burned as I hit the floor. "Lucy just listen to me, please."

"Tyler, stop this! Just go to bed. You don't even know if you wanna beat me or love me. And I can't take this." Again, I tried to get up and walk away. I just wanted the situation to diffuse. Tyler was drunk, angry, and reeling. His mental health- or lack thereof, confused me every time. It was late at night and I had enough of being thrown around and arguing, and since it wasn't as bad, I felt I could reason more than anything.

I only got a couple steps towards the door, my hand on the doorknob, before his hands were on me again- rough and loveless as he threw me back on the bed. Now his entire weight was on me and looking up at him- I felt genuinely terrified. Tyler was looking completely feral. And I couldn't fight back.

"What? He… he-"

"Yes, he did. But I passed out. Because he choked me so tight." At the sound of his ragged breathing, Lucy glanced down at her little brothers, noticing the claws poking out of his hand. She swallowed hard, still not completely okay with the fact that he was a…. Werewolf. She decided to turn back to her computer and stop yelling Scott her story. It felt amazing to finally vent, and she had never even given anyone the full story of what had happened on one of the really bad nights- but maybe Scott was not the right person.

"I want to kill him." Scott huffed out, rising from his sitting position and beginning to pace. He was having an entirely hard time coping with the idea of not finding and killing Tyler.

"Well, you can't," Lucy pointed out matter of factly. She understood the anger but she hated to see it.

"Just promise me. Like actually promise me no matter what- you are never going to talk to him again. And you're gonna let me know if he even tries!"

A flash of panic heated up in Lucy's body, her heart skipping a beat. Her throat got dry as she gulped again, knowing damn well she was already keeping her Ex trying to find her a secret. Even though her stature was obvious to Scott, he still stood shut, giving his older sister a simple hug as she responded.

"I promise."

A/n:

No it's not that I have forgotten about the story. I really got back into TWD. I been updating a story for that. I have the rest of the season planned and outlined for this story but I REALLY struggled on this chapter…. I still am not that confident in it. But I don't have any real first hand experience with DV. I'm sorry if it's not that great. But I will get back to the next chapter it won't be filled and I'll make it Really really long. Im not gonna do another a/n for a while but yeah. Thanks for the support 3