He hit you while drunk (requested)
|18+|civilian!reader x military!keegan|
CW// Domestic violence!! Graphic scene, do not read if uncomfortable!
The house was filled with the sound of you shuffling around. Cleaning and cooking at the same time. Trying not to let dinner burn or have laundry on the couch. Keegan would be home soon.
He had recently come home from a four month long deployment. And something hasn't been the same. There have been no more "I love you" before bed, no stolen kisses before he left for work. Instead it was him slamming the door, walking off mid conversation and coming home drunk.
You had hopes for tonight to talk to him. Making his favorite dinner as well.
Sooner than you expected, the door clicked open. And slammed shut. Nearly knocking off the picture next to it. You flinched but forced a smile on your face.
Keegan tossed his duffle bag on the ground. Nearly tripping over his heavy boots. A mask still hid his features like he wanted to keep it on as long as possible. He didn't spare a glance at you.
"Hey," You chirped, stirring the veggies in your pan. "How was work?"
He didn't answer for a long moment. Long enough you thought he walked away but he was only staring at a wall. Your brows furrowed. His eyes were blood shot. Making his icy blue eyes even more penetrating. "Fine."
Was all he said. But enough to make you tense. "That's good. I'm making dinner."
He took a deep inhale before walking past you and too the liquor cabinet. His steps unsteady again. He was well on his way to getting drunk. Again.
You usually tried to avoid him when he was. You haven't yet experienced how he's like drunk. "Did you want to wait for dinner?"
He paused. And you immediately regretted your words. "I didnt ask for your input. And if I fucking had, I still wouldn't care." Then he popped the lid of something and tilted his head back. Taking the liquor in gulps.
Quickly, you looked away and nodded. "I was just..." You began tentively. He wasnt listening but you tried anyway. "Wondering if we could talk?"
He grunted. Still drinking the damn bottle like it was a lifeline. Irritation pricked at you. "Keegan, seriously, stop."
It was as if he didn't even hear you. You walked forward. "What is wrong? Why are you drinking so much?" You demanded.
You reached for the bottle. And it all happened so quick. It wasnt a moment of hesitation before his other hand came around and hit your cheek. Hard enough to make you stumble back.
Tears pricked at your eyes. But shock kept you from completely crying. Your mind reeled. He's gotten angry sure, but he's never hit you.
He looked shocked himself even through the mask. But the cold glaze came over his eyes again. He stepped forward. You stepped back. The food burning on the stove.
"Keegan..." You whispered. Voice small and shaky.
"What, Y/n? Just what?" He spat. "What do you want from me, huh?"
Your back hit the counter. "You want your fucking husband back? Want me to be normal again?" He slurred. You nearly gagged at the alcohol on his breath. His suddenly grabbed your arms. "Look at me!"
A cry left your lips and tears made their way down. "Stop, Keegan."
He shook you hard. "You have no idea what I went through in that fucking place. None! And you expect me to come home normal?" Then he let go. You took the chance to reach for the kitchen knife. He beat you to it. Slamming your arm hard on the counter.
There wasnt a moment of hesitation before he shoved you to the floor. You thrashed and tried to stand. But he kicked out your knee. Then arm. For the final blow his foot landed in your ribs with a sickening crunch. Rendering you useless on the floor. Sobbing.
He took a few steps back, tearing off his mask. "You bitch. God, I hate you. I hate you." He said again before walking away.
You were left on the floor, in a puddle of your own tears. You realized your nose was bleeding too. All over your shirt and on the floor.
It took a while for you to get up, reeling from the aftermath. It hurt to breathe. To stand. Walk. But you made it to your bedroom. Keegan must've gone somewhere else.
Your wedding photos were in a neat case on your nightstand. Keegan was smiling so widely, gazing at you adoringly. It's been months since you've seen that smile.
The bed creaked as you collapsed on it. Not bothering to clean up. You just wanted to sleep. Maybe hope it was just a bad dream. That Keegan - your Keegan wouldn't actually do this to you.
The bed shifted beside you. Groggily you opened your eyes. A muscled back was there to greet you. How long had you slept for?
You rolled over to check the clock. It was 9 am.
Keegan looked behind him. His eyes were bloodshot and swollen and puffy. You were sure you were mistaken but there was pure devastation on his face.
He opened his mouth. His bottom lip trembled. "Did I do that?" He whispered.
A bruise stretched from around your eye, to your jaw. Dried blood trickled out of your nose and lip. Slowly, you nodded.
Fresh tears gathered in his eyes. He looked pained. His beautiful features contorted painfully. Before he thought better of himself, he reached to touch you. You flinched. He immediately withdrew. "I'm s- im sorry." He choked.
He was sorry? You sat up. Tearing up yourself. He stared at him. Eyes dim with misery. Then followed your hand as you removed your shirt. The skin beneath was black and blue along your ribs.
He made a choking sound. You flinched at it. It was so raw and gut wrenching. "Baby,"
Then he was in front of you, kneeling on the wooded floor. Hands fisted in the sheets as he observed the other bruises. "My God. Y/n, I-" a sob broke through him. "I was drunk- I would've never- I cant believe I did this."
You had to look away when he buried his face on your thighs and sobbed.
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