Heal My Wounds
The Call (Part 5)
Rhea Ripley x Reader
Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship
Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.
You both wake up to an incoming call on your phone. It's an unknown number and since you blocked your ex-boyfriend you're scared he just got a new phone to terrorize you with.
"Don't you wanna answer that" Rhea groans, she didn't like being waken so early after being up almost half of the night.
"N-no I can't" you whisper, arms wrapped around your knees drawn to your chest, whipping back and forth.
"I'm scared Rhea, what if it's him?" tears start to form in your eyes. Demi finally turns around and sits up. "Hey it's okay, calm down" she comforts you, rubbing your back.
"Let's answer it together" Rhea says and presses the green button on your phone. "Hello?" she says.
"Who is this, where's y/n?" a dark male voice replies.
"This is Demi, a friend of hers" A friend. You don't know what it is but her words trigger a feeling in you that you can't exactly describe.
"Can I talk to y/n?" he sounds pretty annoyed.
Rhea looks at you and you frantically shake your head no.
"Sorry you can't, what can I do for you?" Rhea says.
"Why not"
"Uh.. She showering right now" Demi lies.
"Then I'll call back when she's done" The man says angrily and hangs up.
It's silent for a moment before Rhea decides to speak again. "Was that him?" you just nod, tears silently running down your cheeks.
Demi notices and pulls you into a hug. "It's ok darling, I won't let him hurt you again" she says, stroking your arm. Darling. Why does she say that, you're not a couple, you think.
"It's my day off, if you want we can stay in bed and cuddle whilst watching a film or something."
"That would be great" you respond.
Rhea lays down on her back and you snuggle up to her, letting your head rest on her chest. She puts an arm around you drawing patterns all over it.
"What movie would you like to see?"
"Do you know (insert favorite movie)?" you ask. "No I don't but it sounds interesting. Let's see... Ah there it is" she hits play and eventually you both fall back to sleep.
Juuust to wake up to an incoming call again. "Oh shut the fuck up! Really?!" you laugh at how pissed Rhea is. She smacks your shoulder in a playful manner and reaches over to grab your phone again.
"Don't worry, we'll do it together" she says reassuringly and grabs your hand.
"Hello?"
"Hey it's Demi again, what can I do for you?"
"She still showering?" he's clearly annoyed.
"No, she's next to me listening. You're on speaker."
He groans "Then why can't she answer herself?!"
As none of you responds he continues "Listen you little brat, you're either coming back to me right now or tell me where the fuck you are and I'll get you!"
You tense up and Rhea releases your hand to put her arm around you.
"She definitely won't do that considering what you've done to her"
"What I've done to her? She was the one who manipulated and took advantage of me, I just defended myself!" he argued.
"Listen. I don't know everything that happened, at least not yet, but from what I know that wasn't just self defense. You beat her up and raped her multiple times. You're lucky I didn't call the police yet!" Rhea snaps back.
"Whatever. Y/n get the fuck away from this psycho, she's not good for you, and come back to me."
"N-no" you dare to say now that you feel safe and protected by Rhea.
"Oh you're gonna regret this you little brat! Wait till I find out where you are and I'm gonna make the rest of your life a living hell!" she shouts.
Before he could say anything else Rhea ends the call and blocks the number. "What an idiot.." she scoffs putting the phone away again.
"Hey, you did great! I'm proud of you for finally standing up against him." A smile tuggs on your lips as she says so. "Come on, let's get breakfast, I'm hungry" Rhea says and gets up.
You walk into the kitchen and help her make some scrumbeled eggs together with bacon and toast.
You sit down to eat together. While Demi is focused on her food you take a second to look at her. How comes you never noticed how good she looks?
Demi notices you're staring at her and looks up. She smiles at you and you blush and quickly look away, making her laugh.
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Part 5 of my series Heal My Wounds as always, leave your suggestions, wishes and so on in the comments :)
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"Well, you did your best."
"I did? Fascinating. What's your criteria?"
"....What?"
"Outside viewpoints identify my feelings better than I do. Er... I don't know what 'my best' is. Is it right before my breaking point? How do I know if I'm reaching my breaking point? What's laziness and what's making sure I don't burn out?"
"... You.... you um- you made an effort. So you tried your best."
"Oh. Is that the threshold? Hmm. It's ironic, isn't it? Because if I made more of an effort, if I tried my best, could I avoid this outcome? Then wouldn't my regret be valid?
But if I had truly 'tried my best', then anything more would be too much. And I would've failed either way. I'm assuming your subtext is that if I would've failed either way, then I shouldn't regret this.
I don't even have a threshold. No metaphors. No comparisons. I'm basing feelings on something so far outside of my perception, that the entire thing stops making sense."
"... that.... sure. I guess."
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Genuine question but I need to know if this is normal or not.
I often get in this weird foggy sort of headspace that’s sort of hard to explain, but its like… I desperately want to do things but everything either seems like either too much or not enough for me in the moment? And as a result I just feel perpetually bored for hours and hours and it’s really frustrating because like, I want to do things and there’s plenty of things I know I could do, some of those thing I really badly wish I could do, but for some reason or another I just… can’t?
Like watching videos/tv isn’t enough, but reading is way too much. Like I can try but the second my eyes read more than a few words it’s like there’s a switch that flipped in my brain and it’s just like- Nope! Can’t do that, sorry! That’s too much to focus on! Too much information to take in! Try again later!
Or like I’ll try one of my more hands-on and mindless hobbies like say knitting or drawing, and I’ll knit three stitches or draw a circle and that same Nope switch goes off but this time it’s telling me this isn’t enough, I’m already bored, and so I’m just stuck sitting there, focused on this feeling of wanting to do something but not being able to for some reason that I am unaware of…
Everything I can think of to do doesn’t seem interesting or uninteresting enough for my brain to want to do it… including thinking on anything other than this feeling. It’s like all other thoughts are fuzzy and static. It’s like there’s a cloud or fog settled around my brain and I can’t see beyond it. It’s almost like when you’re starting to get high but without any of the fun. It ruins my mood, it makes me irritable.
When I was kid it used to happen a lot, but in my teens it kinda went a way for a bit. But now that I’m in my early twenties it’s come back and it’s all too frequent. It’s so frustrating and I just want to know if this happens to other people too and if there’s and advice on how to handle it?
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