I 💙 My Toxic Boyfriend Shauna

You curled up into a ball, crying harder than you intended to. Abby sat at the edge of the bed in silence, taking in your whimpers. You were used to Abby hurting you for anything and everything, but this time, you really didn’t do anything.

She came back to her shared apartment with Manny all angry, and before you could ask her what was wrong, she rushed towards you. Abby hit you in the face a few times before pulling your pants and underwear down to your knees. You laid there and took it, not wanting her to hit you again.

It went on for a full hour.

So here you were now, trying your best to stop crying.

“I’ll get Nora once you quit your crying.” Abby stated as she pulled her pants back up. “I don’t know why you keep making me hurt you. I’m trying to be a good girlfriend, but you’re a terrible one, and that’s the problem.”

“I didn’t even do anything for you to hurt me.” You mumbled.

Abby turned to look at you—her face red with both anger and exhaustion. You ignored her as you wiped the tears from your eyes, whimpering at the sting. You knew you were going to have another black eye.

“You didn’t do anything," Abby repeated. “I don’t give a fuck if you did something or not. You’re mine, and that means if I have a bad day, I’ll take it out on you until you learn not to be such a shitty girlfriend towards me.”

You took a deep breath before you sat up in her bed so your back was against the wall.

“I wish I’d never met you.” You cried, eyes widening when you realized you said that out loud and not just in your head.

A smirk formed on Abby’s face as she crawled towards you on the bed. To your surprise, she wasn’t acting angry, which scared you even more than if she were to outright be angry. She stopped right as she was between your legs and leaned in so her mouth was as close to your ear as she could without touching you. Abby stayed silent for a few moments, making you even more uncomfortable than you already were. Finally, she spoke up after some time.

“Well, that’s too bad," Abby hummed. “Now you’re stuck with me.”

She pulled back, studying your face for a few seconds before getting off the bed. You refused to look at her as she made her way towards the apartment door.

“I’ll be back; I’m going to get Nora," Abby informed you.

Abby gave you no time to respond to her, leaving you without a goodbye. Slamming the door shut on her way out, which caused you to flinch.

She was right.

You had patrol late at night, which wouldn’t have been a big deal if Abby wasn’t jealous. You had been assigned with Jordan and Leah, which was fine for Abby because they were her friends, but also because your ex was also assigned with the three of you. You begged Issac to let you switch with someone else, pleading that it wasn’t a good idea, but he wouldn’t listen.

So here you were, clearing out an abandoned warehouse as you tried to avoid your ex like the plague. You noticed that every time you moved away from them, they tried their best to get closer to you. Leah and Jordan noticed, occasionally watching as you acted like your ex was infected. You knew they knew how Abby was towards you, so you knew they were waiting to see something that they could tell Abby about.

“Hey, why are you constantly running away from me? I just want to say ‘hi.’ No need to act like that.” They stated with a laugh. “How have you been, anyway? I heard you’re with Anderson now?”

You looked around, a little surprised that both Jordan and Leah weren’t breathing down your neck like they usually are. You nodded, trying your best to act like you were happy about being with her. To be fair, in the very beginning, you were happy. Abby was sweet, funny, and kind despite being a WLF soldier. Six months into your relationship, everything changed when a new recruit tried to ask you out, and despite your efforts to tell them to stop, they wouldn’t. Unfortunately for you, Abby didn’t see it as that, not when Jordan ran off to tell her before you could.

Abby hit you for the first time that night, busting your lip. She cleaned you up and apologized, but the hurt was there and was never going to go away. After that, she never hit you again until she was jealous. Soon after a while, she was hurting you when you made her angry or when she was just angry in general. Usually it was before she went on patrol, bringing you back something nice that she found to make up for hurting you. At first you accepted it, believing her lies until it got to a point where when she hurt you, she barely apologized. She started to blame you for her forcing her to hurt you.

“I’m really just trying to do my job and get it done, not trying to catch up like we’re out for lunch.” You snapped.

Once it came out of your mouth, you felt a little bad. Despite your breakup with them, it ended on pretty fairly okay terms. You were just worried that it was going to get back to Abby.

”Sorry, I’m just sore and exhausted.” You apologized, which wasn’t a total lie.

Your ex put their hand on your shoulder to comfort you, causing you to freeze up just as Jordan and Leah walked through the door. You were a little surprised that they didn’t say anything, and a part of you hoped that they didn’t see it, but you knew better.

After patrol, the four of you made your way into the stadium, and you rushed to your apartment, which you had shared with Mel. She was your friend, but you only trusted her a little, considering she was Abby’s friend first. You got changed into comforting clothes and wasted no time in lying down, knowing that you were going to need the rest once Abby got word of your ex putting their hand on you. You grabbed the book you were reading off your nightstand, trying to distract yourself, but before you could even settle in, there was a knock on the door.

Mel walked to the door, opening it to see Manny was standing there. You knew he was here for you, learning very quickly that if Abby was very angry, she would send someone to come get you. You sighed, setting your book down and slowly sitting up. You reached for your bag, putting a change of clothes inside, knowing she was going to ruin your clothes and you didn’t want to walk back in the middle of the night naked. You got up, and for a second, Mel gave you a sympathetic smile before going back to what you were doing.

When you shut the door behind you, Manny sighed as the two of you made your way to their shared apartment.

“You know, you’ve gone and pissed her off more than you ever have,” Manny stated.

You shook your head, “But I didn’t do anything.”

Manny looked at you just as you reached his shared apartment with Abby. He didn’t respond, and you honestly didn’t expect him to. Of course he was going to believe his friends over you.

He unlocked the door, and you slowly made your way in, knowing that the next few hours were going to be awful. You looked around, a bit surprised to not see Abby right at the door waiting for you. As soon as you shut the door and locked the door, you heard Abby clear her throat. She was standing at the bottom of the small set of stairs, arms crossed against her chest.

“So I heard what happened today while you were on patrol.” Abby stated, her voice low as she glared at you.

“I didn’t do anything,” you snapped. “I tried my best to avoid my ex like they were infected, and they touched my shoulder. I didn’t do anything.”

You knew you shouldn’t give her an attitude, but you were tired of her doing this. It had been two years since the two of you started dating, and it had been a year and a half since she started acting like this. You wanted out of the WLF, and you wanted to be as far away from Abby as you could.

“That’s not what Jordan and Leah saw, and I’d check your tone if I were you.” Abby threatened.

You rolled your eyes, throwing your hands up in defeat. “What do you want me to say? That I fucked my ex? Is that what you wanted to happen?”

The moment you said it, you knew you fucked up. Abby moved her arms to her side before she rushed towards you. You backed up as fast as you could, only stopping when your back hit the door.

“I’m so—Abby, I’m sorry.” You whimpered as you tried to make yourself smaller.

Despite your efforts, Abby grabbed you by the neck. She pulled you back up so you were standing straight and against the door.

“I’m going to talk to Isssc so he can get you on kitchen duty.” Abby snapped, "That way you don’t have to fight or do any patrols; that way I can have better eyes on you then.”

You shook your head in disagreement. “No, Abby, I don’t want to be on kitchen duty. I want to be out there, doing patrols and exploring outside of these walls.”

Abby squeezed your neck harder, and for a second you were terrified. You stared at her, waiting for her to do something. After a few seconds, Abby balled her free hand into a fist and hit you hard, sending you to the floor. You brought your hand up to your mouth as tears pricked at the corner of your eyes.

“You want to be a soldier, but you cry at a little punch?” Abby questioned as she moved onto one knee so she was down at your level. She forced your hand away and hit you two more times. “You’re pathetic, crying over a little bloody lip and a black eye. What do you think’s going to happen if the Scars get you?”

You stayed silent, wiping the blood that was coming out of your lip with your forearm. You looked at Abby’s hand—the one that she hit you with. You noticed that she hit you hard enough to hurt her hand. Abby followed your gaze, smirking when she realized what you were staring at.

“Look what you’ve done to my hand,” Abby points out, faux pouting.

She brought a hand up to your face before using her other to push yours away. She made a fist once more, holding it up to your mouth.

“Kiss it better.” Abby pouted, jutting out her bottom lip as she studied her face.

You slowly leaned in, knowing better than to keep her waiting. You kissed her knuckles gently, making sure to keep your eyes on her face as you did so. You continued to do so, especially when she hadn’t told you to stop.

“That’s a good girl,” Abby hummed, pulling her hand away. “I’m going to take you to Nora, and she’s going to stitch up your lip, and after that, you and I are going to talk to Issac about putting you on kitchen duty or something else where you’re not on the field.”

You nodded, watching her stand up. You knew she would get her way, one way or another. You just wished she would hear you out, but she wouldn’t. You wanted to know what Jordan and Leah had said to her, knowing it couldn’t just be that your ex touched your shoulder.