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Romano x Reader

I dont want to hurt anymore part 3

The abuse progressively got worse and worse over the next few months. It became not only physical, but emotional and verbal as well. You didn’t feel like she was in a relationship. It was more of a ‘shut up and look pretty’ kind of thing. Be there when he wanted or needed something, and leave him to who ever he was screwing that night. It was like you didn’t have a voice anymore. Derek became more and more controlling of you. He started following you to and from work. He would take your cell phone and go through your messages. He’d track your phone to make sure you weren’t going to anyone’s house. He even monitored your bank accounts. It was a constant cycle. He’d get mad over something stupid and hit you, he’d call you fat and ugly and worthless, you’d cry, there’d be a point where he couldn’t stand to see you crying anymore and he’d tell you he loved you. It would repeat over and over again, sometimes more than once in one day.

It was getting more and more difficult to hide it from the others, especially Romano. The smaller stuff like cuts and bruises were the easiest to hide. The more painful things like broken bones and cigarette burns were more challenging. At one point you came in with a black eye. You gave a bullshit excuse for it and they brushed it off. But Romano saw more than that. He felt that something was seriously wrong. But whenever he went to you asking if something was wrong you insisted everything was fine. And when he brought up Derek, you’d get really defensive. You’d act nervous.

He was the first one to figure out what was going on. He saw something she tried to keep hidden. It was when they were just leaving a meeting.

“Well, that sucked.” Romano groaned. You giggled. “I figured that out when you threw a tomato at Germany.” “Damn, bastard was asking for it.” “So no regrets right?” “Nope.”
After a second he laughed at himself. “Ah Feli will come to me later say how rude it was.” “And then you’ll throw a tomato at him too right?” “Probably.” You laughed and rolled her eyes. “You and tomatoes.” “Would you rather me throw something heavier next time?” “Oh no, it’s just funny.” You stopped and turned to face him. “Try not to get into trouble next time though, ok?” “But that’s no fun.” You smiled and punched him on the shoulder. “See you tomorrow.”

And you turned to walk back to your car. But as you turned, your (H/C) hair brushed away you’re your shoulders. It appeared to be a nasty cigarette burn on the back of your right shoulder. It was still red and puffy; it couldn’t be more than a few hours old. Once she noticed her shoulder was exposed, she immediately tired to cover it up. There was no way it could’ve been an accident. You weren’t a smoker. Even if you were, how did someone get a cigarette burn on the back of their shoulder?

“Ah Romano, starring again I see.” Antonio laughed slinging an arm over his friend’s shoulder. “What? No! That’s not what I…” “You know she’s with someone else, you can’t have her.” “Shut up! That’s not even what I was looking at.” A blush started to creep up his face. “Oh who was it then? I hope it wasn’t France or are you not telling me something eh?” Antonio said teasingly.

Romano grew a little flustered and even more irritated. “Bastard, what I’m trying to say is there was something on the back of her shoulder. It looked like a cigarette burn.” “Lovi, she isn’t a smoker.” “I know, but her boyfriend is.” Antonio got the bigger picture here. “Ay dios mio Lovi. Tell me you’re joking.” “I wish Toni, I wish.”