Dear Diary
Rating: R
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Diary
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge
Warnings: Sex, blood, disturbing thoughts/imagery.
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Dale finds one of Stacey's old diaries.
085: Diary
"What on-" Dale picked up a very girly little book with Stacey’s name on the front and her old initials on the spine. He turned it over in his hands a few times and flipped it open.
The thing was definitely a diary, and apparently not the latest in a series of many. Stacey hadn’t been ‘Zimmer’ for quite a while.
He flipped to a page near the middle and found himself shocked.
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Yorkes came over today. He came to work on a project and wound up working me over. He wasn’t here two hours, and he left right after. I feel like a whore.
24.2.8617
Saw Yorkes in class today. He acted like I don’t exist. Finished project. Now I can die.
26.2.8617
Collin dragged me to the hospital. They pumped my stomach and watched me for a few hours. He says he dropped the project off. I hope Yorkes knew what was going on, otherwise, we’ll both fail.
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Yorkes stared at me all through class like I’d broken some law. I wish Collin had let me be.
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Yorkes asked me out today. I told him to go away. I think I regret it, but it hurts so bad just to see him.
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Yorkes cornered me in our classroom today and demanded to know why he’d had to present by himself. Then he asked me out again. I told him, ‘no’ and he held me up against the wall until Vander came in to get me.
Collin is going out of town. Maybe I can have some peace.
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Vander found me. I guess bleeding out wasn’t the best way to off myself.
16.3.8617
Put in to transfer back to the London Academy today. Good luck, me. Yorkes is following me everywhere.
17.3.8617
Transfer denied. Collin is back. I think Vander told him something.
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Yorkes accosted me in the library. He kissed my neck and put his hand in my pants. And I liked it. This confirms it. I am the worst kind of slut.
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I can’t say no to him. I can’t get away from him. I don’t know what to do.
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Yorkes came to my room. Collin was at night class. He kissed me and talked me into sex. He’s too big. It hurts. And he doesn’t care about me. I’m easy. I’m a slut. My mother would be ashamed.
21.3.8617
Yorkes took me to dinner. It was one of those places that puts you in a cubicle with doors that close. He had me across the table. The waiter saw us. He was disgusted and I don’t blame him.
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There’s got to be something final. Something they can’t repair. I can’t. I can’t keep this up. He never asks. He just takes. He never stops. He never talks. He doesn’t love me and I don’t blame him. I hate myself so much, and every time I see him I wish I were dead.
Dale snapped the thing shut and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and fell to the floor, landing open with a thud. Stacey ran in to see what the noise was.
"Dale?"
He gathered her up in his arms and held her to his chest. She said his name again and tears started down.
"Oh, Stacey," he moaned through his tears. "Oh, my love."
She saw the book over his shoulder and blanched. "Did… Did you read it?" she breathed.
He nodded, sobbed into her hair.
"Oh, God."
He pulled back and searched her eyes. She couldn’t quite meet his. He leaned down to kiss her and caught a spark of pain and regret and held her tighter to him.
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Diary
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge
Warnings: Sex, blood, disturbing thoughts/imagery.
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Dale finds one of Stacey's old diaries.
085: Diary
"What on-" Dale picked up a very girly little book with Stacey’s name on the front and her old initials on the spine. He turned it over in his hands a few times and flipped it open.
The thing was definitely a diary, and apparently not the latest in a series of many. Stacey hadn’t been ‘Zimmer’ for quite a while.
He flipped to a page near the middle and found himself shocked.
23.2.8617
Yorkes came over today. He came to work on a project and wound up working me over. He wasn’t here two hours, and he left right after. I feel like a whore.
24.2.8617
Saw Yorkes in class today. He acted like I don’t exist. Finished project. Now I can die.
26.2.8617
Collin dragged me to the hospital. They pumped my stomach and watched me for a few hours. He says he dropped the project off. I hope Yorkes knew what was going on, otherwise, we’ll both fail.
27.2.8617
Yorkes stared at me all through class like I’d broken some law. I wish Collin had let me be.
28.2.8617
Yorkes asked me out today. I told him to go away. I think I regret it, but it hurts so bad just to see him.
1.3.8617
Yorkes cornered me in our classroom today and demanded to know why he’d had to present by himself. Then he asked me out again. I told him, ‘no’ and he held me up against the wall until Vander came in to get me.
Collin is going out of town. Maybe I can have some peace.
15.3.8617
Vander found me. I guess bleeding out wasn’t the best way to off myself.
16.3.8617
Put in to transfer back to the London Academy today. Good luck, me. Yorkes is following me everywhere.
17.3.8617
Transfer denied. Collin is back. I think Vander told him something.
18.3.8617
Yorkes accosted me in the library. He kissed my neck and put his hand in my pants. And I liked it. This confirms it. I am the worst kind of slut.
19.3.8617
I can’t say no to him. I can’t get away from him. I don’t know what to do.
20.3.8617
Yorkes came to my room. Collin was at night class. He kissed me and talked me into sex. He’s too big. It hurts. And he doesn’t care about me. I’m easy. I’m a slut. My mother would be ashamed.
21.3.8617
Yorkes took me to dinner. It was one of those places that puts you in a cubicle with doors that close. He had me across the table. The waiter saw us. He was disgusted and I don’t blame him.
22.3.8617
There’s got to be something final. Something they can’t repair. I can’t. I can’t keep this up. He never asks. He just takes. He never stops. He never talks. He doesn’t love me and I don’t blame him. I hate myself so much, and every time I see him I wish I were dead.
Dale snapped the thing shut and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and fell to the floor, landing open with a thud. Stacey ran in to see what the noise was.
"Dale?"
He gathered her up in his arms and held her to his chest. She said his name again and tears started down.
"Oh, Stacey," he moaned through his tears. "Oh, my love."
She saw the book over his shoulder and blanched. "Did… Did you read it?" she breathed.
He nodded, sobbed into her hair.
"Oh, God."
He pulled back and searched her eyes. She couldn’t quite meet his. He leaned down to kiss her and caught a spark of pain and regret and held her tighter to him.