Spinel goes out to run errands for reader but when she returns to the house, she sees that the front door is broken. Spinel runs inside to see that the house has been torn about and finds reader in a room crying and beaten. Reader tells spinel it was a jealous quartz gem that reader dated and broke up with a year before meeting spinel. Spinel wants to get revenge but reader wonât let her. Can I have this as a story? If you canât, thatâs ok.
Spinel didnât do chores a whole lot. She was sure she would get distracted or mess up or something. On the other hand, you werenât really feeling well that day and she knew you didnât want to go out yourself. So, she went to do your errands for you, leaving a kiss on your forehead before she went out the door.
It took a bit longer than she wanted. She messed up a few of the groceries but she figured it out eventually! So, an hour or two later, she was on her way back to you, already excited to see you again.
She knew something was wrong the moment she got home. The front door was open, hanging crooked on its hinges. It felt like a stone dropped in her gut. Her steps forward were hesitant, the door creaking open.
âY/N?â Spinel called, her voice wavering. The living room wasnât in good shape. The couch was flipped over, the coffee table was broken in half and there were a few good-sized holes in the wall. She dropped the groceries at the door, rushing through the house to try and find you. The panic almost hurt, the dread overwhelming. She had no idea what she would find, she just hoped she would find you.
You were in the bedroom. Spinel could just make out your form under the pile of blankets you usually slept under. She could just make out the faintest of sniffles and whimpers.Â
âY/N?â She called again, a little quieter than before. The blanketâs shifted and you groaned but didnât come out.
âS-Spinel?â
You sounded absolutely terrified like you expected it to be someone else. Spinel tiptoed across the room to you, shifting the blankets away till she could see your face. She felt like her gem would crack.
You looked terrible. Your lip was split open, dried blood dripping down your chin. A dark, ugly-looking bruise covered almost half of your face and even more dried blood matting your hair. You looked like you had been beaten nearly to death. But the worst part was the absolute terror in your eyes, like you had gone through hell and expected to see that demon come back to torture her some more. How could this happen? She had been gone for less than two hours!
She bent down, kneeling next to the bed and gently rubbing a trail of tears of your bruised cheek. As you stared deep into her eyes whatever fear you felt slowly vanished, dissipating into the comfort her presence alone gave you.Â
She didnât ask what happened. Now wasnât the time. Your safety and health was far more important. She called Steven.Â
When he came into the house his eyes went wide, looking over the extensive damage. Spinel met him at the door, grabbing his arm and dragging him into the bedroom. You were sitting up now, the blankets drawn close to your body. She wasnât sure she wanted to see what was underneath, just how bad it was. She couldnât take the thought of more bruises, broken bones, scratches, and scrapes. She didnât want to face how hurt you must be. You were going to be better soon anyway.Â
Spinel sat with you in the bed, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and looking at Steven with pleading eyes. You sighed when he kissed your forehead, the unbearable pain melting away as bruises faded, cuts closed, and bones reconnected. You were left slumped against the gem, completely wiped out after the ordeal you had gone through. Spinel may not know what happened she knew you should probably get some rest. She lowered you down, drawing the blankets up to your chin and giving you a peck on the cheek.
âGo to sleep, love. We can talk about this later.â
You nodded, quickly falling into the blackness of slumber.
Spinel led Steven out of the room, closing the door slowly behind her with a final loud click. She sighed, her forehead meeting the wood of the door as she fought off the tears.Â
âDid she say what happened?â Steven asked. Spinel just shook her head.
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When you woke up, for a moment, it felt like nothing had happened. It felt like you were just waking up from a nice nap, the late afternoon sun warming your body under your soft blankets. You stretched and yawned, slowly waking up, trying to remember what you were up to. Something important had happened or there was something important you had to do. What was it again? In the distance you heard someone moving and froze, your body going rigid as the panic-filled your mind.Â
You calmed down a few moments later when you heard Spinelâs voice, mumbling to herself. Right. Now you remembered. You needed to tell her what happened. But you couldnât bring yourself to get out of bed. Not yet. Just ⌠just a little longer, another moment of peace. When you did finally get out of bed you werenât even really thinking. You just needed to get this done.
Spinel was in the living room, picking up the last pieces of splintered wood. The room was almost empty now, the only thing not damaged being the couch. She looked up when you came in and was by your side in an instant, fussing over you like she always did, insisting you should sit. You didnât say anything, just nodded and let her drag you to the couch.
âYou donât have to talk about it if you donât want to.â
Of course, you couldnât do that. Didnât even allow the thought for a moment.
You snuggled close to her side and she wrapped her arms around you as you told her what happened, or at least what you remembered.Â
She knew you had dated another gem once before, Citrine. But you broke up with her because of how aggressive she was getting. You had met Spinel a few weeks later and thought that was that. You didnât expect her to be at your door, almost a year or something after the breakup, but thatâs what happened. You heard a knock at the door and when you opened it, Citrine was there, looking absolutely furious.
She had shoved past you, voice low as she huffed and asked you to take her back. She wasnât really that bad of a person, really! And the two of you had something special and she loved you and this was a mistake and. You were shaking your head, waiting for her to stop. You had learned a long time ago that once she started in a rant like that nothing would stop her.
When she did stop you told her no. Youâre already with someone else and much happier. There was no chance.
Thatâs when she started yelling, she worked herself up until she started punching the wall and throwing furniture. You begged her to stop and for a moment she did, glaring at you with burning eyes. Thatâs when she turned her anger onto you.
You stopped there, gripping onto Spinelâs shirt. Thankfully she didnât force you to continue. You really didnât want to remember. For a few moments, the two of you sat there in silence. You tried to calm down and not cry. You were failing at the not crying part. The tears fell onto your cheeks regardless
When you finally calmed down you looked up to Spinel. She wasnât looking at you but you could still see the anger in her eyes. She was never really that good at hiding her emotions, even if she didnât want you to know how she was feeling. You sighed.
âPromise me youâre not going to do something stupid.â
Spinel blinked down at you.
âI canât promise anything.â
You glared at her, giving that look until she sighed.Â
âFine, Iâll⌠do my best not to do something stupid.â
âThatâs the best I can hope for, isnât it?â You sighed. âItâll have to do.â
Spinel hugged you tighter, burying her face into your hair. You sighed, leaning into her. This was all you needed right now. You could worry about everything else later. You just wanted to be with her.
