Cruel Summer Ch. 9
Donations | Thoughts & Feelings | Cruel Summer Series | Chapter 8
TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!!!!!! This chapter contains mentions of sexual assault, which may be distressing or triggering for some readers. Please take care while reading, and prioritize your well-being. If you need to skip this chapter or seek support, that is completely okay.
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Hemsworth was seated in the Presidential Suite that Evans had rented for his bachelor party, listening to everyone laugh, drink, party, just enjoying themselves. All he really wanted was to see you, hold you, be back with you. He got up and walked over to the windows, opening the glass door to stand on the balcony, to hopefully clear his mind.
You’d been the best part of everything over the last year; getting together for dinner was the best decision he’d ever made. So what if you’d been with Evans prior to you two dating. To be honest, as a couple you guys were not exclusive yet when you’d slept with Evans, and honestly he was going to need more information on that before making an informed decision on if it would affect your relationship moving forward.
“Dude, I can’t believe you still have that video,” he heard Sebastian laugh as Evans chuckled. Hemsworth looked back inside to see Evans showing a video to him. “Why would I delete it? She was so fucking wasted when I filmed this too. She has no idea it even exists.” he elbowed Seb as they both drunkenly laughed again. Hemsworth walked closer to them, looking over Evans shoulder to see you drunkenly laying on a bed in some hotel room. It was clearly filmed a while ago, your hair was shorter and darker.
You whined as he pulled you down the bed. “Shhhhh,” he whispered as you began to push his hand away. Your eyes were closed and he continued to pull your dress off, exposing your bare body to the camera. He caressed you, groped parts of your body that made Hemsworth see red, and even smacked your hand at one point when you shoved him away. “Lay still and be quiet,” his voice whispered through the speakers.
Hemsworth watched as Evans forced himself on you, you slurred out “No” a few more times before you passed out entirely. Anger filled his body, clouded his mind and judgment, before he knew it, he was tackling Evans and snatched his phone up, gripping his throat as the guys all stopped and rushed around them. “Is this the only copy?” he snarled down at him. “Bro what the fuck!” a party goer shouted. “Get off me!” Evans tried to move but Hemsworth squeezed tighter causing him to cough and instead grab at his hand. “IS THIS THE ONLY FUCKING COPY?!” he shouted down at him, causing everyone in the room to stand as still as statues.
Evans' face began to turn from red to purple as he nodded quickly. “Yes,” he barely said as Hemsworth released his throat before punching him. Ruffalo shoved Sebastian back, “Not this time. He deserves this.” He said lowly keeping his hand pushed up against Sebs chest. Hemsworth and Evans broke out into a major fight. By the end of it, Hemsworth towered over Evans, “you ever….EVER even think of her and I’ll fuckin kill you, you fuckin piece of shit.” he spit on him, bent down and snatched up Evans cell phone and walked out.
“Hey Chris! Chris, wait!” Mark's voice carried through the hallway as he jogged after him. “Man where you goin?” he said as he caught up to him at the elevators. “I got someone to go visit.” Chris said looking at him, “You want me to come with you?” he asked. Chris debated saying no, but how would you react when you laid eyes on him in this state? “Sure.”
You were walking down the hallway toward the elevators as Chris and Mark came out of the stairwell. “There she is!” Mark pointed toward the elevators as you climbed in with your guards, headphones on, listening to some music. Your hair was straightened and your makeup already done. You looked up as the doors shut barely catching a glimpse of two figures running down the hallway toward the elevators.
You performed the show, being as happy and carefree as you could be, but it was so hard. You hadn’t seen Chris in over a month and a half, not since he’d sent you the beautiful flowers. You had texted him but he never replied.
You’d begun to think he never would either.
You stood at the microphone, glancing out into the crowd with a smile. “Welcome to the acoustic set!” you shouted happily as you put your arms out and spun around laughing. “Aw, I love this section of the evening guys, it's truly one of my favorites.” you tucked your hair behind your ears, as you slowly strummed the guitar.
Hand on the throttle
Thought I caught lightning in a bottle
Oh, but it's gone again
And it was written
I got cursed like Eve got bitten
Oh, was it punishment?
Pad around when I get home
I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope
A greater woman wouldn't beg
But I looked to the sky and said
Chris stood there looking at the guard, “Come on man you know me. I was dating Y/N for over 6 months.” he huffed. “Aww you guys were really dating man? Good for you.” Mark smiled at him, as the guard looked at Chris and smirked. “Yeah….YOU WERE. Not now. Move along. Either back to the VIP tent or out of here. You’re not getting backstage. End of story.”
Mark watched as Chris glared at him, “Hey man, let's go back to the hotel and get cleaned up so when you do speak to her, you don’t freak her out by all the blood.” he said as Chris glanced over at him before glaring back at the guard. “Fine.” Chris was in rough shape, not nearly as bad as Evans, but still bad. His left temple was bloody, his nose broken, a cut adorned the bridge of it, his eyes were blackening by the minute and his lip was cut. He had bruises on his cheek bones, his back, his forehead, his jaw and chin. He probably should have been checked out but talking to you was more important.
Please
I've been on my knees
Change the prophecy
Don't want money
Just someone who wants my company
Let it once be me
Who do I have to speak to
About if they can redo
The prophecy?
Cards on the table
Mine play out like fools in a fable, oh
It was sinking in
Slow is the quicksand
Poison blood from the wound of the pricked hand
Oh, still I dream of him
Please
I've been on my knees
Change the prophecy
Don't want money
Just someone who wants my company
Let it once be me
Who do I have to speak to
About if they can redo
The prophecy?
You imagined that the audience was gone, and only one person sat there staring up at you. Chris.
He smiled up at you, his leg crossed over the other elbows resting on the arm rests of the chair as he intertwined his fingers, pressing them to the smile on his lips. You smiled back at him, feeling happy and content. Just you, him, the sound of your guitar and singing, filled the empty stadium. He stood up, still smiling but turned and walked down the aisle.
And I sound like an infant
Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen
A greater woman stays cool
But I howl like a wolf at the moon
And I look unstable
Gathered with a coven round a sorceress' table
Your smile faltered as you moved closer to the edge, singing louder without the mic, praying he would hear you.
A greater woman has faith
But even statues crumble if they're made to wait
I'm so afraid I sealed my fate
No sign of soulmates
I'm just a paperweight
In shades of greige
Spending my last coin so someone will tell me
It'll be ok
You fell to your knees, tears streaming down your face as you continued to sing, watching as he glanced back at you, a white rose in his hand as he held it out to you, still smiling, not saying a word as a woman walked up to him, wrapping her arm around his waist as he looked at her before looking back at you with no smile.
Please
I've been on my knees
Change the prophecy
Don't want money
Just someone who wants my company
Let it once be me
Who do I have to speak to
About if they can redo
The prophecy?
Who do I have to speak to
To change the prophecy?
Watching as he kissed the woman who looked at you and smiled in a dark, sinister way before she grabbed the flower from his hand and crushed it, pulling him toward the back of the stadium as you pleaded with her while singing. Your voice carried off into a deafening silence as you pleaded for him to come back.
Hand on the throttle
Thought I caught lightning in a bottle, oh
But it's gone again
Pad around when I get home
I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope
A greater woman wouldn't beg
But I looked to the sky and said
Please
Finishing the concert you bowed and smiled at the crowd, you couldn’t believe this was the last show for a few months. As you walked backstage, you felt tears well up in your eyes again. You quickly made your way back into the dressing room, you couldn’t wait to just go home and not see a soul for a week. You threw your sweatpants over the bodysuit you had on and grabbed a zip up jacket. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes before you stepped out and grinned at those who’d stayed behind for one last glimpse at you. “Bye!! Bye guys!!! I love you!! Thank you so much for coming!” you waved as big as you could to everyone who was screaming at you, grinning, telling you they loved you.
You walked down the tunnel and felt your shoulders drop with relief; you loved your fans but you were exhausted. Life had been unfair and the recurring nightmare continued to interrupt your sleep at night. You played it over and over in your mind as Megan talked about who knew. You looked over at her, “Megan...not tonight. I’m too tired to deal with this. I need a hot shower, some warm food and my bed for at least a week. Nothing else to bother me.” you said in a defeated, flat tone. Megan stared at you before she sighed and nodded, “I understand…I’ll order you something to have ready when you get back to the hotel.” she smiled softly and put her nose back into her phone.
You followed Drew and the rest of your security team to your hotel room, as the door opened and you walked in, you looked up, stopping dead in your tracks.
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