Hate me see if I care date everything AU
(Y/N) wakes up in the morning sore and uncomfortable, she goes through a rough talk during the morning, but then eventually goes up into the attic to the the dominatrix safe, Sophia
I groggily open my eyes, I squirm just a bit then a sharp thundering pain shoots through my body, my back hurts like hell. Probably shouldn’t have talked to Betty what did I expect her to immediately start talking to me again, probably. She has every right to be furious with me after what I did, what i said, it’s only understandable if she can’t look or talk to me. I rise off my bed with a soft spoken groan raising my hands over my head.
I lower my arms to the side blinking myself awake until my eyes avert towards the yellow and pink glasses on the nightstand.
It’s scary, scary how much I want to see them, yet I’m pushing everything away at once. Would anyone even want to talk to me. I stare for a while longer, I mean it’s not like there still aren’t some dateables that will talk to me, it won’t hurt to see a few of them. Maybe a certain dateable.
I walk out the room stepping into the dark hallway, I reach for the light switch flipping it on, the lights flicker for a couple seconds before they let out a low buzz sound Turing back off, Eddie and volt. They need to stop this, it’s not funny anymore or, even if they do this as a joke, it’s not funny I could get hurt more easily now, not being able to see clearly, maybe that’s why they’re doing it, so the other objects could hurt me or even kill me. I hit my head repeatedly “ugh! Focus, I have something to do, I can talk to those two later about the power.” I raise my hand to my face pushing the glasses up my face keeping them there, pinching at the bridge of my nose. I let out a low sigh looking back up, I’m so tired of this, it’s been four days since my walls coming back up since that happened, but it’ll be fine right now, hopefully. My eyes shifted up trailing to that certain part of the house. I haven’t talked to her since I got her hate ending maybe just maybe she’ll talk to me, of course it won’t be the same from before, but it’s okay to try. I step through the dark dim like hallway making my way towards my attic door-
I pause near the attic, how could I forget that he’ll be there guarding the attic.
I stare at the door and bring my hand to the doorknob, twisting it, pushing it to get into the attic, but. It doesn’t budge. ‘Fuck’ I whisper out a quiet curse under my breath, I push again harder this time, still no budge, god Dorian, he’s always locking me out of random places in the house, swinging the doors at my face anytime I would walk by, I feel the anger bubbling in my body, rising higher every second, I shoot my hand to my dateviators on the top of my head pushing them down my face onto my eyes. I look up as Dorian is now standing firm and still infront of me, he eyes sharp and cold staring daggers at me, I keep my gaze at his face “Dorian move” the bite in my voice comes out without a single thought. All he does is just stare at me, then his mouth opens slightly but just like that he closed it, his gaze shifting away his voice comes out low and quiet, almost taunting but no, it almost sounds like concern “why should I, it shouldn’t concern you for what’s in here.” The deep bite in his words cut through me harshly, I lost it. “Why can’t I, it’s my house you have no right locking me out of the rooms in my own damn house!” My voice rises each word, who does he think he is.
He stares, silently, to quiet, to tense. His eyebrows knit together, eyes soften, his body language less tense more gentle, he opens his mouth to speak lifting his hand to me hesitantly, what’s with the change. “I.. listen you can talk to me about anything-“ he tries to rest his hand down into my shoulder, before he can even lay a finger onto my body I raise my hand smacking his hand away, the walls, they rise higher, trapping me into them.
My eyes stare holes into him, my body is on fire. He can’t do that, not after what I did, not what he did to me. I rest my hand back down to my side my gaze shifting over to the floor “Dorian, just open the door. I don’t need your fake kindness.” My tone stands cold and composed, holding him far from my inner self he got to see before the whole mess.
‘Don’t let anyone in, don’t let them back in, keep them away’
I lift my gaze to his face for a split second, he’s starring at me with longing behind his eyes, what does he think of me now, I blow up at the dateables now, yell and insult them, even to him, yet he looks at me with that look. I clench my fists tight right beside me, forcing myself to look away from facing him “Dorian, let me in” I grit my teeth pushing down all the urges to yell and shout into his face. Finally he opens the door to the attic, I walk past him keeping my head hung low to the floor, I take one look up at him, and just like that he’s back to his static bouncer self, shoulders back and tense, face devoid of any emotion. Faker
Fake kindness, Remember he hates me, he doesn’t care
Walking into the attic the sun shines through the one window, the dust and particles floating around endlessly, I drag my gaze around the place, at the couple objects here I was once friends and lovers with. That changed drastically.
I let out a sigh, Turing my head away from the others lifting my eyes to the dark metal box, my safe. Sophia. Sophia was always intimidating even when I first ever saw her, she is one of the only few dateables that’ll still talk to me, sometimes I wonder if she even hates me, well, I did end up getting that answer straight from her mouth, she didn’t exactly hate me she was just hurt what I said to her. The day it happened, what I said to her, nitpicking at her insecurities, and all she wanted to do was try to get me to open up, it’s a sorta good feeling she doesn’t genuinely despise me, including some of the other dateables that will likely talk to me still.
I move my feet across the floorboards, stopping at the front of the safe. I blink for a millisecond and there she is. The gracious blonde dominatrix.
She has her arms crossed over her chest sneering down at me, like before when she would dom me, the look still telling me that no matter what I’m always gonna be her worthless little wretch, she raise her eyebrow as my silence “so, wretch. What makes you want to visit your mistress, to say more hurtful words, came for a session or do yo-“ her voice is filled with mockery yet smothered in her old dominating tone, I cut her off “no Sophia no no, I just” I choke on my words bringing my hands together my fingers pressing against one another, twirling and picking, intertwining them together, I speak quietly “I just..missed you Sophia.” She steps over closer to my body moving towards my face, she lifts a hand and pushes my face up to hers “pathetic, real fucking pathetic” she lets go, cracking a smile she looks down at me “but I must say I missed you too wretch, now tell me, why not call me mistress again” she lets out a smoother sensual chuckle turning back around to lean on the safe.
I sit down onto the wood floor fixing my hair to sit at my back, lifting my legs against my chest “well, what’s the point in still calling you that when we’re not together” I turn and rest my head onto my knees raising both eyebrows, Sophia visibly freezes, she scoffs at my words “don’t make me laugh wretch, sure you messed it up with me, hell, you messed it up with ALL of us” she says with humor in her throat, yet her voice is surprisingly more on the softer tone “we were, Tch actually. No we are in a relationship, the objects don’t talk to you no more yet I still do. Safe to say we technically still are, don’t you agree with your mistress, my little wretch.” She speaks so confidently about the whole situation, but who am I kidding it’s Sophia she’ll always speak so well and loud, but who cares about that she just told me we’re still technically dating, even after everything she doesn’t really hate me it’s almost like she knows about me blocking people out and pushing them away, like she knows I didn’t mean what I said to her before. I know I will be visiting her more often now all because of her words just this second.
I must have been zoning out for to long with the most stupidest grin plastered onto my face, why would I know that, because Sophia is just smirking down at me her eyes filled with teasing controlling nature, to take ahold of me right here right now, but no. That’s slightly wrong, not entirely, but only by a little, she rises off of the safe stalking her way over to me she stops infront of me lowering her body to sit infront of me, she reaches with her fingers and taps my cheek to pull my back into reality. Once I do i smile sheepishly, how long has it been since I have smiled, smiled for real, who cares it’s just been far too long just this moment with Sophia is enough for me. I reach to her finger on my cheek I grasp onto her hand holding on before rotating my body the opposite of her, instinctively she already knows what to do, she takes me by my shoulders leaning me back into her lap, I stare up at her face her face filled with emotion some conflicting but deep within, there’s love even if it’s confusing right now. She breathes out moving her hand to my hair stroking through it “oh my little wretch, aren’t you scared of what I could do” she speaks lowly with a deep undertone of love and some mockery of the other dateables currently trying to hurt me. I look at her face and hum “no, I’m not, you wouldn’t be doing this if you were gonna hurt me” i nuzzle more into her lap breathing slowly “besides, I know mistress won’t hurt her wretch” I let out a small grin before I yelp at the soft slap to my thigh “watch your tone wretch” she speaks clearly at me looking down.
We talk and laugh a while, about random things, I never had this connection with Sophia like this before, okay well. We kinda did but it was the along of the role play we would do, but not mentioning that whole thing for the first time since this hate everything situation started I don’t feel my walls coming up anytime through our time together in the attic. I feel safe ever since everything was ruined.
Maybe this part won’t be so bad.
But there’s still an undertone of guilt and shame deep in my mind for Sophia.
She should hate me terribly, sure she still kinda does but i have a feeling she knows why I did what I did. That’s enough for me.
