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This time I come with Russell Welch from Triple 9. If you saw the movie you know that he doesn't end pretty well... that's why I love fanfictions, like a good friend said "we can change horrible endings and movies and make it better" So this is what I did here. Or at least I tried.
Hope you like!!
Enjoy!!
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Protect you.
Chapter 1: Hit.
Russell Welch x Reader.
Warnings: Abuses. Fighting. Angst. Non-Con.
Words: 5000.
Summary: Russell moves after leaving the police force, a nice single-family home awaits him just outside L.A. plus a new job with a security firm.
Russell's van pulls up in front of the driveway of his new house, brakes screeching for a second, his eyes squinting from the sun beating down hard that day, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel as he gets a few taps on the window.
"You going out or not, man?" He says, Gabe, with an amused grin.
Russell rolls his eyes, stops the engine and climbs out of the van, giving his brother a gentle thump on the chest.
"Some house you got yourself." He comments nodding his head in approval.
"They didn't give me much choice." He shrugs looking in the back of the van for a travel bag with most of his belongings.
"Sure, it's going to suck living here." He jokes rolling his eyes.
Russell snorts through his nose ruffling his hair in disgust and between the two of them start pulling out all the boxes they've brought from the eldest Welch's old apartment. Russell has been suspended from the police force after a mission that got complicated with the mob, after he was about to lose his life, they decided to put him aside, retire him early so he could get his life back to normal. Russell has never thought his life was normal, but he accepted the decision of his superiors. Still his duty is not over, he has now landed a job with a security company thanks to recommendations from the police force.
His brother helped him pick up everything from his downtown apartment when he finally found a place to start over. Gabe doesn't think it's fair that his brother has been removed from the force, but Russell doesn't want to go into details either - after months in rehab, there are still things he has trouble dealing with when he's left alone, but he won't say it out loud.
"Well, if I have new neighbors." They then hear a voice next to them. The two brothers turn at the same time.
From the house next door, a man appears, similar in age to Russell, with shaved hair, intense honey-colored eyes, a square jaw and a dimple in his chin. He smiles broadly though Russell senses he doesn't mean it. He's wearing a plaid shirt and baggy jeans. Gabe smiles raising his hand in greeting, his older brother remains quiet.
"He's actually just my brother." The younger one speaks and extends his hand toward the other man. "I'm Gabriel Welch and this is my brother, Russell."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Matt." He shakes Gabe's hand and extends it towards, him, Russell hesitates, but finally squeezes it shaking his head. "A bear, huh." He says as he sees the tattoo on his new neighbor's hand. "I like them too, strong, alpha males, dominant, always up for a good fight, right?"
"They're loners too." He replies curtly, Matt purses his lips as he is rudely interrupted.
"Ma'am." Gabe tries to lighten the mood, his brother and Matt look up following the blond's greeting.
"Ignore her, she's just my wife." Snaps Matt, downplaying it.
Russell narrows his eyes as he frowns. She's just my wife, he's said, as if she's an object, something insignificant. He can't get a good look at you, leaning against the porch beam of the house, arms crossed, you're wearing your hair down, t-shirt and long pants, even though the weather is quite warm. He chews his lip several times and lower his gaze.
"Gabe." He calls out to his brother who is engaged in an intense conversation with Matt. "Let's go inside, I still have to tidy everything up." He urges him.
"I can give you guys a hand, I'll grab some beers from my place and..."
"Thanks, but that's not necessary." He's cut off again by Russell and carrying the last box into the house.
"Not a bad guy." Gabe tells him. "It's just that he's going through a tough time."
"Sure, no problem, anything, I'm next door." He nods but his jaw is still clenched, Gabe smiles in acceptance and walks into the house behind his brother.
Matt stands there for a few more minutes, then turns around and heads straight for home. You instinctively move out of his way, he doesn't even look at you, slamming the door with all his might.
"What was that for?" Gabe asks, watching his brother set things up in his new living room.
"What was that for, what?" he replies with another question, not looking at him.
"That shit, man, about "they're loners too." He mimics his brother's voice lousily. "Matt be a good guy, besides if you make friends you'll soon find yourself more at home here."
"You think I'm four years old?" he looks at him incredulously. "Besides, Matt." He uses his name with boredom. "He's not a nice guy."
"Why?"
"I don't know, but I don't like him. He's got a big mouth." He shrugs.
"Well you already have something in common."
"Gabe."
"Well okay, fine, do whatever the hell you want, I'm going to order something to eat, I'm dying."
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He is finally alone, not that he hates his brother, but sometimes he prefers the company of solitude to his own. He has been a great help for the move, he didn't have too much stuff considering that most of the heavy furniture was already in the house, but still being able to bring it all in one trip and have it practically ready, saves him a lot of time.
He sets up a washing machine with some of the laundry he had scattered all over the apartment and as he washes, he goes out to the backyard and sits on the porch, lighting up a cigarette. Her backyard connects to yours and your husband, Matt's, only separated by a nice brown wooden fence. Russell notices that the lawn is well groomed and manicured, next to two large trees there are some swings and not far from these a sandbox with several toys scattered on top. That detail catches his attention, because he hasn't seen any children, when you went out on the porch you were alone, normally children are curious, but nothing, he doesn't hear voices inside the house either.
He shakes his head and takes another long drag on his cigarette. It's not his problem. His phone then rings distracting his mind from anything that might occupy it. He tosses the cigarette to the ground and goes back inside the house in search of it. It's an unknown number, but he's already been warned that he'd be getting a call from his new job that week, so he picks up.
"Russell." He says by way of greeting.
"Good morning!" He listens on the other end and sits down on the kitchen stool. "My name is Monica, I hope I didn't disturb you."
"Not at all, Monica..."
"Well, I'm calling from Stay Out, the security company you'll be starting work for in a few days."
"Stay Out?" He can't help the irony in his voice and she sighs.
"Don't judge me, I didn't name it." She defends herself and Russell can't help but laugh.
"Okay, sorry."
"I just wanted to know if you've settled into your new house yet, if everything went well."
"I finished moving all my stuff in today." He nods even though he knows she can't see him.
"Perfect, in that case I need you to give me your address details; we want to get your equipment to you as soon as possible."
"The equipment?"
"Yes, you'll be working with it in the office as well, but it's good to get familiar with it, plus there will be days when you can work from home."
He falls silent, an office job, that certainly wasn't what he had in mind when he was told he was going to be placed in a security company, he thought he would be trading guards with some mall guard, some zoo, even a doorman in some wealthy family's house, but not this. He rubs his forehead hard mentally cursing himself, regretting it even before he had started.
"Russell? Are you still there?" he hears the concerned voice of his new companion and sighs.
"Yeah, yeah, sorry, you were saying?"
"I need your address to send you the material."
"Sure, do you have paper?" He asks and searches through his own papers for the address of his new home.
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Matt had woken up in a good mood that morning, after a couple of days off work, Matt is relaxed, he sleeps well, you make sure he has his food on time and can drink without getting up too much from his couch. You move around the house without making too much noise, on the days he is home you leave the housework, you know any loud noise can disturb him.
Matt and you have been a couple since high school, he had always been an attentive boy, but with a difficult character, even so you never gave him importance, he had a lot to prove to a family that didn't believe in him too much, so you understood that sometimes he had those mood swings.
You went to the same university, you were always together, it was nice, you liked to feel protected by him, safe. He was your best friend as you never really made great friends there. After finishing your studies, Matt asked you to marry him and you didn't hesitate to accept, you knew you would be happy with him, that your life would be wonderful together.
How wrong you were.
Matt wasn't a bad person, you were convinced of that every morning when you woke up, you just had to understand him, sometimes he was angry and it was better to leave him alone for a few hours, other times he was affectionate, passionate, a great lover. You were in love with him and....
You are. You are in love with him.
You shake your head wiping away several tears that have escaped your eyes without your permission. You pick up the remains of that morning's breakfast and clean the dishes. Outside you hear some ruckus, right next door, Matt stirs in his seat and reaches for the beer at the foot of his seat taking a swig. You swallow and look out the window, there's a van parked at the curb, two men unloading boxes of all sorts while talking animatedly. You have new neighbors. Now that's a novelty.
"What's going on?" You hear your husband's voice behind you and gasp in surprise.
"Th-There are new neighbors." You answer quickly. "They bought the house next door."
"Really?" He looks surprised and lifts the living room blind to see the newcomers. "What neighbors we are, we should go say hello." He takes a long swig of his beer and hands it to you. "Don't leave the house." He tells you in an authoritative voice and leaves you alone in the living room.
You don't want to leave, you know you shouldn't, you're fine there, you can see Matt approach the two men. Immediately, one of them greets you with a good face, but the other remains silent, keeping his distance. You can't hear the conversation, but you can read your husband's body and you know that whatever it is they're talking about, he's getting angry. Your heart flutters, it's not the first time he's had a bar fight, but you don't want to attract the attention of all the neighbors or have the new people hate you without really knowing you. You leave the beer on the table and walk out, ready to call him with any excuse and smooth things over, but the newcomers spot you before you can say anything.
"Ma'am." You're greeted by one of them, the one who's been nicer to Matt, the other just looks at you, his face a strained grimace and you know it's Matt's fault.
"Ignore her, she's just my wife."
Well feeling their gazes on you for a few seconds, you know they are examining you and it makes you nervous, crossing your arms you walk back inside the house, forgetting why you had left in the first place. It doesn't take you long to remember when Matt enters the house in a rage and hits you on the cheek. A whimper escapes you and you touch the injured area, but you don't move.
"I said stay inside." He mumbles.
"I-I'm sorry, I just needed to..."
"I don't care about your excuses!" He cuts you off, making you jump. "You made me look like an asshole in front of my new friends."
"Matt, I don't think that..." But you shut up as you feel him tug hard on your hair. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." You rush to say, feel his nose brush against your cheek and shiver.
"Of course you're going to be sorry, bitch, you know I hate having to repeat things to you." He roars and throws you down on the couch and starts unbuttoning his pants. "Turn around." He orders you.
He doesn't care if you refuse, he doesn't care if your eyes fill with tears or he hurts you when he loses himself inside you. He doesn't care if you ask him to stop, your voice irritates him and all you achieve is to make him rougher. You've learned to be quiet and obey, to settle your body and relax your mind until it all passes. You know it never takes too long, but it's always torture.
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When you regain consciousness, Matt has already left, you shrink into yourself, hug your legs and feel a small stinging in your core. Slowly you sit up on the couch feeling your whole body protesting, your muscles aching. The hot water of the shower relaxes your tension, washes away the fluids coursing through your body and your mind clears completely. You rub a towel over your body, the mist in the mirror dissipates and you see in your reflection your reddened and slightly swollen cheek. You sigh, rubbing your hair and try to calm down a bit.
You go back down to the living room to clean up the mess, pick up the empty beer cans, your clothes and the ones Matt left there, put on a new washing machine and go out to the backyard to pick up the clothes you had laid out that morning. Your gaze then detects your neighbor's movement in his own yard, you glance sideways, he's sitting in the porch chair, smoking absentmindedly while rattling away on his cell phone. You swallow when he raises his head, his blue eyes focus on you, you smile in greeting and he shakes his head, responding.
You don't need to be very smart to realize he's not a very talkative man, he seems really busy on his phone. You pick up all your clothes and go into the house again ready to get on with your chores, however you stop when you open the fridge and discover there a meatloaf you made the night before, it's untouched, Matt didn't want dinner and you weren't hungry either. You smile and take it out of the fridge returning to the backyard, your new neighbor has pulled out his own clothes and is checking to see if the ropes that run along the porch are okay.
"Maybe you should change them." You tell him and smile as you see him fidget, not expecting you to speak to him. "This house has been empty for a while now and although the sun is nice, it's possibly rotted them out..." You comment with a shrug.
"Yes, I thought so..."
Suddenly you feel your cheeks redden, the man's voice is deep and raspy, with a small annoyed huff at the end of the sentence, as if it bothers him to talk. You look down, maybe that's it, maybe he's not interested in making friends or having a good relationship with his neighbors. You swallow and move a little closer to the fence, lifting the container of food in your hands.
"I-it's a meatloaf." You tell him. "I-I guess you don't have anything in the fridge, i-if you both just got here..."
"My brother doesn't live with me." He comments, again with that growl in his voice that gives you goose bumps. Russell has to stop right there, he's being disrespectful, he knows it, you're not to blame for his new direction in life. "But you're right, I have nothing to cook." He walks over to you and picks up the bowl. "Thank you..." He looks at you tilting his head slightly.
"Oh sure." You smile again and introduce yourself. "It's a pleasure..."
"Russell, Russell Welch."
"Nice to meet you, Russell." You say sincerely, he nods again, but doesn't add anything, his eyes are fixed on the food now in his hands, there's enough for a couple of servings so he can avoid going shopping until tomorrow. "I think Matt has some rope in the garage." You tell him then. "If you give me a minute you could change yours and hang up the clothes."
"Thanks." He repeats, but doesn't move, leaving you to walk over to the small structure on the side of the house and you go inside to get the rope.
Russell shifts his body weight from one foot to the other, uncomfortable. It's not like he's a loner, he has quite a few friends and has always been a sociable guy, always on his toes, work related, but sociable nonetheless. However, there's something holding him back towards you and your husband, the way Matt has approached them this morning tells him he's not an easy guy, despite his good intentions, Russell knows there's something more to it, an attempt to prove something, which Welch finds pathetic, he's old enough to be messing around with kids.
"Here you go." You tell him again, snapping him out of his thoughts, you hold out an unused coil of rope and he takes it, nodding again.
"I'll take off the damaged one and give it back to you." He promises you, but you shake your head.
"There's no rush, Matt replaced the rope in our house a couple of months ago, so at the moment we don't need any more, you can take your time." You assure him.
"Great. Thanks again, for the meatloaf."
This time you shake your head and walk away from the fence to go back inside the house. There's a small smile on your mouth, it's nice to be able to talk to someone even if it's about a stupid rope. You go back to your chores feeling more cheerful.
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Russell sets the bowl of food down on the kitchen counter, the rope still in his hand. He has seen that two of the four strings on the porch are quite deteriorated, closer to the sun, more exposed, which has caused them to rot sooner. He leaves the house and measures the size to make two new strips exactly the same and removes the old ones, the ones that are still good he reinforces them with two more strips and tightens them so that they are taut again, he does not want to put something heavier and longer and end up rubbing the ground. Just as he finishes he is winding up the leftover rope when he hears a knock at the door.
"Maybe it's my equipment." He speaks to himself going back inside the house.
"Hi, Russell!" He is greeted as soon as he opens the door, a woman with long brown hair, and big eyes greets him with a smile.
"Monica, I presume."
"Exactly, nice to finally meet you."
"Sure, uhm come in, sorry about the mess, I'm still picking everything up."
"No worries, remember you're still on your moving days." She smiles downplaying it and walks into the house. "Where will you be working?" She asks him curiously.
"In the living room for now, I have to get everything organized first."
"Of course, luckily it's not heavy equipment, so you'll be able to move it wherever you want without any problems." She encourages him by sitting down on the couch, takes off her backpack and from it pulls out a laptop.
It's small and light, but Russell assumes it has enough capacity to do the job. He sits down on the couch next to Monica and watches as she pulls out various cables and devices, laying them all out on the table. Some are long-range devices, ports to extend the network, a couple of books, and a webcam.
"Well, all of this is your basic equipment, simply to motor customers who live nearby or to contact those who sign up with our company."
"I'm going to be a tech service guy?"
"Pretty much..." She looks at him apologetically. "We don't have a security team, no bodyguards looking after famous people, sorry..."
"No, I guess... it's okay, I just thought I'd be more..."
"On the battlefield?" She jokes and denies again. "Our main function is to take care of our clients remotely, activate the cameras when there's an alarm signal, make sure of the problem, call the police if necessary or even activate a distraction protocol."
"Distraction protocol?"
"Some of our equipment comes equipped with some substances that when activated create a smoke in the room, confuses the person who has entered the house and gives more time for the police to show up." She informs him and seems really proud of it.
"Wow, that's interesting." He's surprised, he's not going to deny it, maybe the countryside seen from a chair isn't as boring as he thinks it is. "What if it's a false alarm? If it's triggered by mistake..."
"Before activating the cameras we give an error time, thirty seconds approximately, then we activate the cameras, if after that time and we activate, we see that it was a mistake, we simply disconnect again and warn the client with a call. It's very simple."
"Okay, I'll tell you when I start using it." He jokes and she laughs in amusement.
"Let me set all this up for you."
Russell lets her get to work as he gets up to go to the kitchen, the meatloaf catches his eye again, he finishes with the laundry and searches through the boxes for a couple of plates and some forks, when he returns, Monica has almost finished setting everything up.
"Are you hungry?" He asks her, setting the plate down on the head table.
"Wow, did you make that?" she asks curiously and gets up from the couch to walk over to him.
"It's a welcome gift." He admits and she smiles.
"Then I wouldn't want to disrespect anyone."
"I asked you, I don't think I'd eat it all, so... plus you had to come all this way, what less than inviting you."
"...That's fine." She smiles. "Accept."
Russell breaks the cake into two pieces and places each on a plate, then the two sit back down on the couch.
As they eat, Monica explains to him how each thing she has installed for him works, the main program and all its functions. Russell listens quietly, trying to absorb as much information as possible. Finally, maybe, his new job won't be as bad as he thought.
The door opens before Gabe can even knock, a brown haired woman greets him and quickly walks away down the street, Russell appears behind her, shortly after.
"Really, dude? You just moved in."
"Shut up, she's a co-worker." He commands him to shut up. "What are you doing here?"
"The guys called me, they're going to the usual bar tonight for a few beers, you in?"
His brother looks at him hesitantly, he still has things to do, boxes to empty, find his sheets to prepare the room, but he won't deny that he feels like seeing the guys, after a while away from the body he wants to know how everything is going without him around.
"Sure, give me a moment." He says going back inside to grab the rope he hasn't used and the plate where you had given him the meatloaf, already washed.
"What's that?" asks Gabe following him into the neighbors house.
"Some stuff Matt's wife left me." He answers without giving it any thought.
"Good thing you didn't trust him." He scolds him.
"I said his wife, not him." He rolls his eyes and knocks on the door.
It takes a few seconds to open, Matt is the one on the other side, he looks calm, but his breathing is heavy. The two brothers take a step back, tensing their shoulders, instinctively. Matt smiles, though it's not a kind gesture.
"Guys, how nice to see you, do you need anything?"
"No, I was just coming to return this to you." Russell says holding out the plate and string to him. "Thanks, I could use it to repair the ropes on the porch."
"Why? it's nothing, neighbor, like I said, whatever you need." He smiles again, something deadly flashes in his eyes.
"Is everything all right, Matt?" Gabe dares to ask.
"Yes, of course, forgive me guys, but my wife isn't feeling well, I have to tend to her." He apologizes tersely and closes the door almost with a bang.
"I guess we didn't catch them at the best time." His little brother comments, but Russell doesn't answer.
The two of them slowly walk away down the street, looking for their brother's car to go to the bar. Russell can't stop turning his head, you are sick Matt has said, but he has talked to you before and you were fine, you didn't seem feverish or in pain, what had happened in an hour since he came into the house with Monica? Maybe you were a person of fragile health, he knew people like that, who woke up fine in the mornings and as the hours went by their spirits were declining.
"So, that girl at your house..." His brother's words wake him up, losing his train of thought.
"Monica."
"Wow, but if she has a name, Monica, I like it, is hot... and so is she." He jokes, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"You know, I think it's about time you got a girlfriend, bro. It seems to me that your hand has become obsolete."
Joking and laughing the two brothers continue on their way to where Gabe has left the car and off they go to see the rest of their old crew.
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"Who knocked on the door?" you ask curiously as Matt enters the kitchen.
"I don't know, maybe you were expecting him." He answers and sets the plate down so hard on the table that it breaks in half, you jump in place.
"Oh God, Matt! You could have cut yourself!" You say in fright, running to him, holding his hand.
"Why did the neighbor have this in his house!" he jerks away from you and grabs your arms.
"Russell?" You ask in confusion.
"Russell... Do you know his name?"
"I-I... I was hanging out the laundry and his ropes were messed up..." Your grip gets tighter. "I just lent him the one you were using from the garage! We didn't need it, so I thought..."
"Don't think! You don't need to think anything!" He lets go of you abruptly and you stumble over your own feet, still shaking.
"Don't ever go near him again, or speak to him."
"But Matt..." You shush as his hand hits your cheek, again.
"What did I say to you before about repeat myself?"
"I-I'm sorry..." You whisper, lowering your head.
"Good, and now pick up this mess... you've got the house like a pigsty. Bitch." He growls and leaves you alone again in the kitchen.
When you feel the panic attack finally go away, you take a deep breath in through your nose as you pick up the pieces of the plate Matt has broken, throw it into a bag and take it straight out to the garbage can for the truck to take away that night. You pick up the rope heading back to the garage, you see that Russell has already been able to put his clothes away and you smile a little before going back inside and cleaning up, the house is clean, but you don't want to argue with Matt again.
The next day the alarm clock rings announcing your time to go to work. Matt is gone, he left for work early in the morning, he had an important meeting, he might spend the rest of the day away from home. You get out of bed, take a shower and look in the mirror, your reflection doesn't show anything out of the ordinary, your face is a little puffy, but it's something that can go unnoticed, you smile at your reflection, put on some makeup, adjust your hair and finish getting dressed. While you prepare your food for the day and pour your coffee in the thermos, you see that your neighbor has already dawned too, he has picked up the clothes outside and you see that there is light in the living room, from time to time you see his big shadow go from one side to the other.
The pot catches your attention, you finish preparing your pasta dish and put some in your lunch box and the rest you take with you, you grab all your things and leave the house going next door. Nervously you knock on the door and wait.
The door opens a little abruptly and behind it Russell appears on the other side. There is confusion on his face. You understand, it's too early.
"What are you doing here?" you'll never admit it but a shiver runs through you when your name comes out of his mouth.
"G-good morning, I brought you something to eat..." You swallow and raise your pot. "I-it's pasta, spaghetti." You look at him and smile nervously. "I guess you haven't gone shopping yet and well... I've overdone it..."
"I don't need your charity..." He growls and your smile falters.
"I-it's not that, it's just... I forgot that Matt isn't home and..."
"Nor your leftovers..." He repeats and you drop your arms.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just..." You stammer and feel stupid, you don't know each other at all, why should he agree to let you bring him food, why are you bringing him food in the first place? You'd better get on your way to your job and take care of your husband only. "Sorry, have a nice day." You say goodbye to him quickly.
You return home to leave the pot on the stove and take your car on your way to work.
Spent the last few weeks working on a Norman Reedus character study and this was the result. I had an absolute blast working on each piece and am excited to figure out what to work on next.
