bad timing
You hadn't eaten all morning nor did you think you could. You were sitting in front of the fireplace contemplating the entire situation you were in.
You told Alastor you loved him while sleeping with him. Not once but twice. And you felt terrible for it.
You knew Alastor was obsessed...none of this was love. But neither of you knew what love truly was. You both had faced abuse and neglect your entire lives. You two had become the only comfort and safe place for one another.
Alastor didn't think what he was doing was wrong. But you knew it was wrong. You knew all of this was completely fucked up.
You held your face in your hands while sniffling and crying softly. You were so conflicted and confused. You wanted your freedom but you didn't want to leave Alastor.
And that was crazy on its own.
You knew what you felt wasn't a good type of love. You loved Alastor because he was the only one to ever treat you like a human being. Why he loved you? You didn't even know that.
You wondered how things would have gone if neither of you were brought up the way you were.
If Alastor wasn't beaten by his father just to watch his father do the same to his beloved mother.
If you weren't raised to kill since you were little by an abusive father. Just to be sold off to an abusive murderer who didn't care for consent.
"This is all so fucked...",you mumbled.
Despite knowing how messed up and unhealthy your relationship was. You knew you didn't want it to end.
Did Alastor truly love you?
You knew you didn't truly love Alastor...right?
"(Y/N)!"
You hadn't even notice the door was opened. You snapped out of your deep thoughts and looked up, wiping the tears from your face. With furrowed brows you realized that wasn't Alastors voice.
"In here!",you shout out to Rosie. You can't seem to recall Alastor telling you she'd be coming by. Backing away from the fireplace you look to see Rosie walks into the living room.
Your brows pinch with worry and concern for the doctor. Her eyes are slightly puffy and nose red, she looks as if though she'd been crying. Her porcelain face reddened and dark hair slightly messy.
"Are you okay?",you ask softly while wheeling to look up to her. She looks down at you with a soft smile on her lips and she nods,"Of course. I came to check up on you, per Alastors request."
You blink back wondering why he wouldn't tell you but nevertheless you allow her to wheel you over to the couch, she places down her suitcase.
"Oh okay. Well I've been feeling fine.",you state and watch as she sits across from you. She looks to you with a soft smile and nods,"Thats good." Reaching up she removes the bandaid from your cheek and looks to the stitches. Opening her suitcase you coo at the medical supplies.
"Woah...I've always wanted to be a doctor.",you smile sheepishly while tilting your head slightly. She glances from the supplies to you, her hands grasping around a pair of scissors.
"Really? I suppose you just preferred singing over medicine?",she inquires while gently holding your face and cutting along the stitches. You blink and don't move, just to speak.
With a soft exhale your tone is a bit sad,"No, to be quite honest singing was never even a thought to me. I always wanted to help people. I actually was on my way to schooling for medicine. Until I was sold off."
Rosie pauses for a moment and feels her heart ache and crack. Your eyes are sad and worried. You look exhausted and conflicted. She clenches her jaw slightly while slowly pulling the stitches off your closed wound.
She sighs softly,"I'm sorry for all you've been through. Especially this...but I won't apologize for helping Alastor...I care very deeply about him." You pinched your brows together when she says this.
You shake your head with a sheepish laugh,"I understand...truth be told this is the happiest I've been in years." You confess to the woman who comes across as so easy to talk to. Rosie looks at you with slightly wide eyes while lifting up your leg to look at your wounds.
"What? In entrapment?",she asks with a bit of disbelief.
Rosie drove over here with one intention in mind. But while on the long drive she grew more uneasy about it.
You nod slowly,"I know its insane. Trust me it still boggles my mind but...I've been used and abused my entire life. Being here with Alastor, despite entrapment...is a hell of a lot better than being beat and rape."
Rosie feels her heart tighten and clench once more. You were so damaged. So was Alastor. Maybe you two were meant for one another.
But Alastor is beyond damaged...
All of this proves that. The unhinged killings, the kidnapping, mutilation, and carelessness.
She was looking at you from time to time as she changed and inspected your bandages. She knew this was the only time Alastor hurt you, and even then she's the one who did it. He just ordered her.
But she wondered if Alastor would hurt you if you tried to leave.
"Do you want to leave?"
You look up from your twiddling fingers in your lap. The question is much more weighted than it should be. She places down your leg gently, tossing the old bandages and stitches into a small bag and shutting her suitcase. You wonder if its a trick question or not.
Looking down you shrug while shaking your head,"I really don't know..." You whisper out softly and bite down on your bottom lip gently. Rosie looks to you with furrowed brows. With a gentle nod she looks down at her suitcase.
Opening it up she plucks out a bandage and places it across the area your stitches were at, but not before applying a cream. "This'll reduce the scarring.",she stated plainly and you swallowed with a nod.
"Thank you, Rosie.",you look to her with a warm smile and shut eyes,"You know for an accomplice you sure are a sweetheart!"
You laugh softly and Rosie feels herself smile. A bit of red rising to her angled cheeks,"Oh I wouldn't say that. You're very sweet though." You shake your head with a playful frown,"No! No! Really."
You smile at her just as warm as before and nudge her gently,"You help people endlessly, and your risking your freedom for a man you care deeply about. And aiding to a stranger just because. I can see why Alastor respect you so, you're an angel." You compliment the doctor with honesty and she feels her heart thump. With a gentle smile on her lips she glances to the clock across the living room.
You really were a kind person. Rosie knew you were kept captive here yet you just gave her the highest praise. She turns to you and feels her palms begin to sweat. Her smile is wide and she hides her anxiousness behind her cat like eyes.
"I have a plan. But it must stay between us. Alastor cannot ever know. Deal?"
Rosie had gotten you ready for the day and did your hair into her signature finger wave style which you enjoyed. You were uneasy about the prospect of going outside but she convinced you. Not to mention you really did want to go out.
You had to swore to her you wouldn't make a scene or try to escape.
"I'm assuming Alastor really didn't tell you to stop by.",you speak softly while glancing around. Yet its pointless considering the blindfold that blocks your vision. She chuckles softly and shakes her head,”No he didn’t. But I can’t imagine how difficult it must be being so cooped up in there.”
You nod softly and smile with a bit of excitement. “Yes, I do miss being outside.Thank you for this!”
Rosie glances to you and she smiles to herself,”No need for that. It’s the least I could do. Alastor doesn’t leave work until deep into the evening because he has work to catch up on. So we can go and have ourselves some fun.”
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Mimzy walked into Alastors office with her arms folded in front of her,”You called for me sir?”
Alastor nods while standing up and pushing up his cheaters,”Yes I did. I’m leaving early, I have some personal business to attend to so please hold my calls and meetings.” Mimzy nodded quickly as she hurried to grab the files from him,”Of course, have a good rest of your evening sir.”
He gives her a bow of his head and leaves the office. Rosie had left a few hours ago and he felt an uneasiness in his stomach. It was late afternoon and he wanted nothing more than to see you right now.
You could always calm him down.
So he made his way from the broadcasting building with a smile on his lips.