pairing: Nate Jacobs x Fem reader
She sat crouched down, picking up the broken shards of her once favorite vase. The aftermath of their fight was brutal. Glass everywhere, not to mention she had a broken jaw, minor but still as painful as they come.
Nate had gone out of the house to grab pain medication for her but it was no use. She would drink the medication, heal, then have to deal with some kind of injury again.
She had married him knowing what kind of person he was with the hope of loving him enough for him to change, which was in honesty, stupid.
The fucked up part was that as miserable as she was, she loved him and no matter what happens, she'll always love him. Even with her bruised and rapidly swelling face she still loves him.
He announced as he closed the door of their home. Walking through the living room, he found her still picking up the broken pieces of the vase he had bought for her a few months back.
"Why don't you drink the pills and go to sleep, I'll uh...I'll clean up."
He lowered himself to look at her. Looking at her hands he saw that the broken pieces had cut her and she was losing blood. He held her hand, causing her to look at him.
She looked horrible, respectfully. He only realized as he stared down at her how much he had hurt her. She had a black eye, her jaw was definitely broken, her lip was split and she was bleeding from her mouth.
He sighed at the sight of the woman he loves. Tracing his fingers on her face and watched as she winced in his hold causing his heart to break.
"You never do Nathaniel."
Slowly drawing her hand away from him and turning to continue picking up the few glasses left. Nate just let out a heavy sigh before standing straight up and leaving her to finish.
After she finished cleaning the once messed up living room, she made her way up the stairs to go to their shared bedroom. She heard the water switch off from their bathroom as she walked inside the room.
They passed one another as Nate walked out of the bathroom and she walked in. She didn't even glance at him once but he did. He saw how the blood had dried up on her lip and yet her tears didn't stop falling. She looked so lifeless.
After cleaning herself up, Y/n walked out of the bathroom only to find Nate sitting there on their bed and starring into nothing. She didn't bother to acknowledge his presence as she started getting dressed.
Nate came out of his trance and looked at her. Her bruised-up body, having marks from times he'd been a little too rough with her. To him, she was still the beautiful teenager he fell in love with all those years back.
She stopped to look at him but continued without saying anything. Nate got up from the bed and walked up to her as she put her bra on.
She let out a shaky breath as she felt his hands slowly wrap themselves around her. He nuzzled his head at the crook of her neck and started kissing her.
Small whimpers escaped her mouth as she started crying. She knew what he was leading up to and didn't wanna get there.
"Why? Are you not my wife? Do you wanna do this with someone else?"
She let out a silent cry as his fingers slowly traveled down her vagina and started rubbing her clothed clit.
"Feels good, doesn't it? No man can make you feel as good as I do Y/n."
"I'm tired Nate, please, please stop."
Opening his once closed eyes, Nate steps back from her. Spinning her around, she finds his face filled with anger.
She was on the verge of breaking down yet again but the look Nate gave her told her to shut the fuck up and take whatever it was he was gonna give her.
"Nate, my body can't take anymore, just for today."
Grabbing the back of her head, he pushed her face towards his.
Biting and nibbling on her bruised lip and not bothering to listen to her cries, he picked her up and dropped her on their bed.
This wasn't the first time he was doing something like this, in fact, it had become such a problem that she knew he was just enjoying her struggles.
This time she didn't have a fight in her to put up so she laid there, on her stomach, and waited till he finished. It wasn't quick, it never is, but he finally stopped and got off her. He made his way to their bathroom where she heard the shower turn on.
She laid there for a good while, her body, which was never hers the moment he began hitting her, felt heavier today.
Slowly getting up from the bed, she opened Nate's drawer and pulled out his six-shot revolver and without thought put into it, she placed it on her head before pulling the trigger.
The gunfire caused an unknowing Nate to rush out of the shower, naked and drenched. His eyes saw the body of his wife on the floor of their bedroom. She looked so peaceful and beautiful in that state.
She tried too many times to tell him that she was tired, he thought she was tired physically but she was emotionally dead.
She died a long time ago, the only difference is that now he'll notice.