Criminal Minds Fanfiction Reid Hurt の小説・ストーリー

“Reid, no. Please. He is yours. I swear on everything I have, everything I am...I never betrayed you!” His eyes blazed. “Never betrayed me? You expect me to forget the nights you laughed with Adrian, the way you let him linger too close, the way you didn’t pull your hand away when he touched you?” His voice cracked, fury laced with hurt. “And that night at the club… do you think I don’t remember? I found you disheveled, your blouse undone, in his arms!” I shook my head violently, sobbing. “That wasn’t me! I was weak, dizzy.. I don't remember anything, Reid! I told you before, but you wouldn’t listen. Please… don’t punish me for something I never did.”

"I'm so sorry my love, I'm so sorry... He was hurting you. Xavier said and I looked at him to see the remorse in his face. He was truly remorseful for his actions. I'm not sure if he's so sorry because of my reaction or Mark's. Either way, I quickly ran to Mark as I slid to his side. A few minutes later I heard somebody running down the stairs and looked over my shoulder to see Reid running down the stairs toward us. He quickly ran to Anders and pushed us away. Mark looked at him horrified that he was just pushed away from his unconscious mate. I knew what was going to happen and I grabbed Mark and pulled him back further. Mark struggled against me as he desperately tried to get to his uncon

“Hey bro. How’s mate life?” “Reid, I’m killing her father.” I growled into the phone. “What the fuck happened?” I explained everything from the multiple rapes and torture, to the whole business of not having an heir, to her father molesting her. Four years of abuse, torture, lies, and her behavior. By the end of it, Reid is growling on the phone. “Yeah, that motherfucker dies.” Reid said. “She is a killer. Why hasn’t she done it?”

Just maybe I'll be able to put this all behind me. Then it hits me. Braden hasn’t tried to get me back after weeks of being here. Only when Ansel was killed did he make his move. A slow, creeping dread coils inside me. What if he planted something in my mind? Find a way to use me, punish me for not bringing Claudia back to him and in turn myself. What if tomorrow is already his? I feel the bed shift as Reid settles beside me as my eyes open turning to face my mate. “I just want to be close to my mate. Is that okay?” he asks, adjusting his pillow.

“Hey bro. How’s mate life?” “Reid, I’m killing her father.” I growled into the phone. “What the fuck happened?” I explained everything from the multiple rapes and torture, to the whole business of not having an heir, to her father molesting her. Four years of abuse, torture, lies, and her behavior. By the end of it, Reid is growling on the phone. “Yeah, that motherfucker dies.” Reid said. “She is a killer. Why hasn’t she done it?”

Reid had always been the same jerk he was years ago when Adrian first met him, and now, as on every occasion they crossed paths, Adrian regretted the day he ever got to know Reid. "Why all this commotion, huh?" Reid mocked Adrian. "I've already touched her. I felt her skin under my touch," Reid said, releasing amused laughs as he enjoyed every bit of fury he saw in Adrian's face. "I put my hands into her body and touched her, perhaps in ways you never did," he continued. "You simply did your work as a doctor. Cut out this stupidity!" Adrian shouted. Reid drank from his small glass of champagne and flashed a sinister smile.

Jared The darkness is trying to come out. It was never like this with Laynie before. It just clarifies my previous thoughts on something happening this past year. Of course, now I know what that was. I put my hands on my girlfriend. On my wife. I used to kick guy's asses in high school if they even talked shit about their girlfriends. Now I'm one of those pricks. No, I'm worse. I cannot believe I have ever put my hands on her. When the detectives told me about her previous injuries, I knew. I just knew I had done something wrong. I may not remember but I could feel the darkness trying to escape. It feels stronger than it used to.

A cry tore from my lips. “Where the hell do you think you’re going, brat?” Richard’s hot breath fanned against my ear. His grip on my hair tightened as I clawed at his hand, my nails sinking into his skin, but he didn’t let go. “Let me go!” I screamed, thrashing, but he only laughed, before flinging me into the wall. Pain exploded in my ribs as I collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath. “No one can hear you,” he said, voice eerily calm. “And this time, I’ll make sure you die along with your stupid mother.”

Occasionally, I hear him moving, hear his deep voice arguing, and always fading before it can land any blow. Mostly, there is silence that seeps into my bones, presses down on my chest, fills my head with cotton, and slows my thoughts until everything blurs together: the memory of blood slicking my thighs, the burn of shame, the cold bite of marble on my cheek as I lay at the foot of the stairs. Miles's cold and contemptuous voice. Roxy's last text, gloating from the darkness. I replay it all on a loop, searching for the seam that will let me rip the memory out and throw it away.

My mind races, connecting the dots at lightning speed. Holy. Fucking. Shit. Mindy Williams, my gorgeous chief accountant is Maurice's ex-girlfriend. And the nudes she sent me by mistake were meant for Maurice. “Just curious,” I tell Maurice, shooting him a glance. But my mind has already wandered off, thinking about that video with Mindy fingerfucking herself, grinding her hips, and shaking from her orgasm. My dick is rock-hard in my pants in an instant. Fuck, what are the chances? Jesus, I need another shot of vodka.