T H I R T Y - T W O
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TW⚠️: Emotional abuse

Greek God ❤️❤️

9:24

Morning
Rapunzel
Flynn and Pascal are waiting again
They brought Harriet and Sonya too
We're waitinggg
Are you awake
Probably not
Is anyone awake in your room?
Probably not either.
Hm

10:49

Sry for my late response
I don't feel so well
So I guess I'll stay in bed today
Sorryy

It's okay
Want me to bring anything?

No.
So don't you dare do it anyways

I'll think abt it.
Hope you feel better soon

Thanks x

Yes, the conversation was dry, but my head was bursting so badly I had a hard time even opening my eyes. When daylight hit them, I nearly got blinded and my mind went all fuzzy.

This couldn't have been a hangover, because I never drank that much. I was just... sick.

So went to sleep again.

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"You're late."

I stepped into our small apartment, finding Aiden on the couch, his neat work suit still on. He wasn't happy. He only got less happy by the time.

"Yeah, sorry." I peeped, close to backing away already. "It was busy. Had to help the last few customers out and my boss couldn't do it on his own, and I went to visit my mom."

"Right. Of course." He cleared his throat and slowly got up. My feet stood frozen to the floor. My jaw clenched, ready for anything that could happen, but then— "I'm just a little disappointed dinner isn't ready yet."

Relieved, I dropped my tense shoulders. "I'll go make it right now. What would you like?"

"Just something. I don't care." He grabbed his phone. I nodded. Started to grab together some leftover food and cooked it all. "How was work?"

"Work was great." Was the only thing he said.

"Nice." I gave him a small smile even though his eyes were focused on the small screen. "Any news? Investments? Promotions...?"

"Nope."

"Hopefully next time." I started cutting vegetables. "And now are you? Feeling better than yesterday?"

"Hm... great." He muttered.

"Do you want the carrots cold or hot?"

He tensed up. I already took a step back. Then he calmed again. "Sorry. Look— Darling, I got work to do. Lots of work. Would you mind bringing me the food in my room?"

"No, I don't mind. I'll bring it." I promised.

He nodded and got up from his seat. "Thank you. Really, sorry."

"Can we talk later, though?" I asked the question carefully. Afraid. Hoping he wouldn't burst out, since he was unpredictable.

"Why?"

I shrugged, ashamed. "Well... I don't know— we can just talk. I like to talk. It's just... uh, my mom's not doing the best and I'm not either, so I thought we could—."

"Okay. We'll talk later. Just gotta finish this first." He motioned at his laptop as his other hand reached out for the door to his room.

"Will we really talk?" I took a step forward. "I mean, we never actually talk even though you promise me we will."

"Yeah, we'll talk, Quinn." He said. "Why'd you want to talk again?"

The question came more hurtful than it was supposed to be. "Uh... nothing. Never mind. We'll talk about your business. Would you like that better?"

A pleasant smile on his face. "I love it when you're willing to listen to my shit about work."

"Yeah." I swallowed away a piece of hurt. "It's not like my mother or my health's important anyway..." I muttered the last words.

"What did you say?"

"Huh? Nothing. Just go work, Aiden... love. I'll bring your food. And eat mine... here." I said fast. "Good luck."

"Thanks."
And he was gone.

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Even the non-physical things I went through with Aiden made me wake up bathed in sweat. Even conversations like these made me feel bad. I had been afraid I would feel pain back in these flashbacks, even though I was used to it by that time.

Minho worked a lot. Maybe even more than Aiden. That meant being apart more. Less talking. More cooking. Less socializing. But at least I had Thomas... if I wouldn't lose him.

This day was a lazy day. I ended up sleeping and on my phone most of the time, purely not having the energy to do anything. Took some pills to calm my aching head down, and tried eating normally, but every bite made me so sick in my stomach it begged me to puke the food out again.

The flashbacks about Aiden had been going up and down the rail. I didn't get them as much as I did back home, but sometimes they were worse than the ones I had home, though. Worse memories.

So far, I was just lucky I hadn't woken up screaming or saying things.

No one could know. Thomas hadn't mentioned it after I told him, and I was glad. So, so ashamed. I was so ashamed.

If I had obeyed, I wouldn't have that scar. No one would be able to know I didn't... listen. I often worried what Minho thought about it. If he had guessed what it was from. He must have. I surely couldn't have been the only girl walking around like that.

I wondered if Teresa had a scar. Sonya? Harriet? Did they ever had relationships? Or did they just obey?

I didn't know, because I never asked. Asking for things wasn't nice... that was the only thing my mother ever taught me. She never learned me about relationships.

I wasn't informed of what it would be like. I didn't know being beaten up was part of it. Maybe that was why she didn't tell me. It was hurtful. Not all romcom and a happy movie life.

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A/n: For most of us it sounds so weird, but if you think about it, it's quite logical Quinn doesn't know what a healthy relationship is like, and with that, she has no idea what it'll be like with Minho, which is why she's so unsure... if that's understandable in this context.

I also hope her thoughts are realistic. Luckily I don't have real experience with this kind of stuff, but I'm trying to do my best at writing it... any opinions? And thoughts on Quinn's way of thinking?

x Vera