Bayverse Raphael x Reader pt.1
Title: Smile The Pain Away
Warning: Alcohol, rape, trauma
Pairing: Leo x Reader x Raphael
The intoxication of alcohol was obvious as it lingered on your breath and rolled off your tongue. The music was a blur, along with the rest of the night, but what you could remember was deciding after your breakup with your highschool sweetheart, this was the best way to spend the empty night.
You knew it was a bad idea, of course it was, but you needed to feel something or nothing.
It was only after you were there when it really knocked the wind out of you, realization hitting you like a train, though before you could make your way to the exit, Elijah stopped you.
He was the pretty boy in school, shy and quiet, maybe not as shy as he came off to be, but still quiet. He always stayed to himself, but threw parties all the time. Upon hearing about your breakup through school gossiping, he invited you to one.
You didn't know what would come of it, but it was the least of your worries.
It started with one drink, a dance, and another drink. Your phone buzzed and dinged, but the music drowned it out, and the thought of checking it wasn't even on your mind. Your aunt was the first one you told about your breakup, and she tried to be there for you, but you pushed yourself away from everyone.
Elijah made quick work of your clothes, his friends holding their phones out to take pictures and videos, but you were too out of it to even stand straight. Tears rolled off your red cheeks, and when you woke up the next morning you were left in an alley with nothing but a sheet wrapped around yourself.
A headache that could kill pulsed through your skull, and the chilly breeze nipped at your skin. All of your belongings were gone and faint memories of the night haunted you like a ghost. You were too embarrassed to even make your way out of the alley, but fighting back tears and the burning pain between your legs, you forced yourself to find a manhole entrance deciding it would be better… safer.
The sewers were disgusting, but in your mind you thought you were far worse. The stench filled your nostrils and your fingertips brushed along the wall so you could find your way through. The darkness comforted you, at least you wouldn't have to worry about anyone seeing the mess you had become. Stumbling, you finally collapsed and allowed the tears to flow from your eyes like a broken dam.
Squeezing your eyes shut and gripping the sheet closer to yourself, you begged deep down it was all a dream, but the burning between your legs and the bruises forming along your hips proved otherwise.
"-think he is," Mutters came from the distance. You almost didn't hear them, having figured you imagined it all, but soon after the sound of rustling came in the same direction as the voice.
You took a sharp breath, pushing yourself against the wall, and forcing down any sobs that tried to escape. Your head was spinning, how could it not? You thought being in the sewers would allow you some distance. Did he follow you? The voice wasn't familiar.
Your eyes had adjusted a while ago, and very dim light shone through the drain, still, you couldn't make out another figure. How far away was he? His voice barley echoed off the walls. It didn't sound like he came from the same direction as you, but what would another human be doing down here unless he was some kind of worker? There was no equipment or light to confirm that thought so it was quickly pushed away. What if he was a sadistic serial killer?
You did your best to not let your imagination trot off with you, but it was nearly impossible.
"Fuck him…" The voice mumbled once again, this time sounding closer to you. Attempting to stand so you could move away, luck clearly wasn't on your side, or at least not good luck, because you tripped over something and screeched out in shock.
"Who's there?" The voice questioned sternly echoing off the walls causing it to sound more intimidating than what it was already. You could tell the shift in the atmosphere, and you wished for nothing more than to be home, or have a phone so you could ask for your aunt to pick you up. You knew your parents wouldn't care. They never did.
"P-please don't hurt me…" Your voice came out barely as a whisper. The male seemed to pause.
"Of course ya think I'd hurt ya, all humans are the same." He mocked. "Whatever."
You took in the sound of his voice, taking note of how thick the brooklyn accent was, and stood once more, this time sliding your feet across the cement, and pushing your palm against the wall in hopes to find a secret entrance to your home.
"What… what do you mean… human?" You hesitantly asked. You weren't even sure why you continued to talk to the possible serial killer, but curiosity got the better of you.
"Exactly as it sounds, shorty." This time his voice seemed to be across from you, on the other side of the sewers, nothing but the filthy water blocking him from you. It made you feel slightly safer.
"Are you… a bird or something…? Like a parrot? I thought they were supposed to have strange accents, not so human-like." A snort came from the man, and caused you to wince.
"I'm a turtle." This time you scoffed and chuckled.
"Yeah, yeah, and I'm a fish." You sarcastically responded.
"What are ya doin' down here?" He changed the topic. It didn't sound like he was moving anymore, he must have been standing there trying to figure you out.
"Hiding…" You mumbled, staring into the void below you.
"From what? A crazy ex?" He joked. If only he knew the half of it.
"Something like that…" You paused. He was a stranger, surely you could confide in him? He didn't seem to have bad intentions. Then again, that's what got you in this situation. Taking too long to continue, he questioned.
"Are ya hurt?" Maybe it was your imagination, but he almost seemed genuinely worried.
"No, I'm fine." You responded a little too quickly, and squeezed your legs together in an attempt to ignore the pain.
"How can you smell anything other than human waste?" You questioned.
"I already told ya, I'm a turtle. Now answer me. Are ya hurt?"
"Leave me alone." You started to feel upset. It wasn't his business to begin with.
"Not many people do, that's nothing new." You sharply cut him off.
"You people are so fuckin' stubborn." He grumbled.
"Then why are you still talking to me?
"Fuck you. You're the one who came down here. What's your ex tryin' to do? Kiss ya?" That stung, but you pushed it away and fixed the sheet around yourself.
"I'm leaving" You stated, and started to walk away.
"I'm making sure ya get to safety." He responded, not leaving much room for argument.
"Why? It's none of your business. You're probably a creepy stalker who wants to know where I live so you can kill me." You mumbled, fear still embedded into your soul.
"If I wanted to kill you I could do it within a heartbeat before you even realized what was happening" He growled. His voice sounded closer than before, but you were too exhausted to try fighting it anymore.
"No one would care…" You mumbled, hoping he didn't hear you.
