#train wreck jqhotchner

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train wreck

one

you look at yourself in the mirror. you couldn’t believe you let it get this far. you knew you should have left the moment he laid a hand on you the first time.

you’d been blinded by love. every single time he told you he wouldn’t do it again, you believed him. every.last.word!

you told yourself it was your fault. maybe if you were a better cook, maybe if you ironed his shirt correctly, maybe if you didn’t embarrass him in front of his friends, maybe if you’d been a better wife. he wouldn’t hurt you the way he did. it had to be your fault, right?

he was the perfect man. the kind of man your parents wanted you to marry. he’s rich, successful, and smart. he was everything you looked for in a man, according to your mom that is.

at first he was the perfect man. he treated you like a princess. you were his princess. he was the kind of man that made you believe fairytales could be real.

but after two years of dating, the abuse happened. it started out small. something as simple as calling you stupid. verbal abuse.

but as time went on, his hands became his weapon of choice. when he proposed, that’s when you thought maybe the abuse would stop.

but this only made it worse. he thought of you as his property. he knew you’d never go to the police. you’d never tell a soul what he’d been doing.

four years go by. four years of covering up black eyes, four years of hiding bruises, four years of coming up with excuses as to what really happened to your arm.

and right now, as you look at the positive pregnancy test, you knew you had to leave! you couldn’t bring a child into this kind of environment.

you swallowed your pride and dialed a number you’d never thought you had to dial again, a number you tried to forget.

“prentiss.”

emily rushes to the front desk of the hospital immediately asking for your name. when she got the room number she hurried to you.

her eyes widened when she saw your face. she barely recognized you.

it had been some time since emily saw you. the last time she saw you was a week before your wedding. she noticed the signs right away. she tried to convince you that you didn’t have to marry james. you could report him and get him arrested for the bruises on your wrist you tried to hide.

james found out about your conversation and didn’t take a liking to it. he hit you mercilessly before you uninvited emily to your wedding. emily hoped that you’d leave before things get any worse. before james would kill you.

and now, as she sees your face busted, arms covered in bruises, your skinny frame, she couldn’t help but blame herself. she should have pushed you harder into leaving.

emily couldn’t believe the girl woman she babysat all those years ago grew up in an loveless, abusive, marriage.

“god, yn!”

you looked up and start to shed tears. seeing emily again made you feel whole. she’d been the only real family you had. you knew your parents wouldn’t help you. they’d tell you to tough it out, be a better wife, do better for james. emily was the only person you knew that would drop anything and everything for you. she’d been the only person that was willing to save you from years of torture.

emily examines your face. she sighs before the nurse comes in.

“misses harper?”

“please, it’s yln.” you whispered.

the nurse gives her a sad smile. nodding understandably. she’s seen plenty of women come in and out of this hospital with marks and bruises all over their bodies from domestic abuse. she knew the signs of the women who would leave it all behind and the signs of the women who would go back.

“the doctor should be with you shortly. i just wanted to make sure you know your options beforehand.” she hands you a few pamphlets. you try your best to grab the quickly. emily beats you to it and sighs.

“thank you nurse.” emily smiles as the nurse nods her head and leaves them to talk.

“you sure you’re pregnant?”

“i missed my period the past two months. i took a few test before coming here. im pretty sure.” you gulp. “i don’t know what to do em. i—im sorry for calling you and bringing you into my mess of a life. i just—”

“stop! you can call me any time, yn. i just hate that it got this far. i hate that you went through this alone.”

when the doctor arrives you lie back and lift your shirt. she pours some gel on your belly before rolling around the wand. you grab emily’s hand. you wait patiently before the doctor shows you a little black dot.

“theirs your baby! would you like to hear the heartbeat?”

“i—i don’t know. i don’t know what i want exactly. i don’t know if i even want to—god, i don’t know if i can do this.” you shed more tears. you’ve cried so much in the last four days. in the last six years.

“doctor, may you give us a moment?”

the doctor nods understandably before leaving. emily looks you in the eyes. “hey, tell me what’s going on?”

“i don’t know if i can do this emily. i wanna be a mom. ive always wanted to be a mom. but how do i bring a child in this world knowing their father— emily, im alone here. im alone. i can’t do this alone.”

“you won’t, yn! rather you want to keep the baby or not, you won’t be alone. you got me, alright? i can help you anyway you need me to. you’re family, remember? remember what i told you when you were younger?”

you give her a small smile. “no matter what, you’re like my sister. my only family. you got my back and i got yours.”

emily nods. “so, for once in your life after having your whole life being decided for you, what do you want?”

you wipe the tears out of your swollen eye gently. “i wanna keep him. i wanna keep my baby.”

emily nods. “ill call a few of the guys i work with. we can go to your house and pick up your things. hopefully he won’t be there.”

you simply nod your head. “are you sure i can stay with you? i don’t wanna be a bother.”

emily shakes her head. “no! you’re never a bother, alright. you can never be a bother yn.”

you nod your head. when the doctor comes back in, you tell her you wanted to hear the heartbeat. when you do, you fall in love. after she carefully lets you know what’s next, appointment, what kind of vitamins to take, what you should avoid eating and drinking, you and emily head out to her hotel room.

emily lies out clothes for you to put on. you thank her before heading to the shower. you tried to clean your body as best as you could. trying to wipe james off of you.

you felt like you could finally relax. for the past few days you’ve been looking over your shoulders. you’ve been waiting for james to find you. you knew if he did he’d kill you.

you had even threw your phone in the river. you’ve been trying to keep a low profile until you knew emily was on her way. when she told you she was an hour away you finally went to the hospital. it wasn’t just you that you had to look after any longer. you had a kid to think about. a human growing inside of you.

you had to get to the hospital to make sure they were alright. you think about the stress you’ve endured the last few days. replaying in your head over and over again. finally feeling free and safe.

when you get out of the shower, emily wraps her arms around you. she kisses the top of your forehead. “get some sleep.”

and for the first time in a long time, you finally slept peacefully.

the next morning you hear whispers. your eyes flutter before you suddenly lift yourself up. you sigh in relief when you realized you were still in the hotel.

“hey! it’s alright. did we wake you?”

you turned and frowned. you saw two men standing by the desk.

one of the men was more lanky than the other. his hair fell a little on his shoulders. he looked like he was around your age.

the other was older. he was more muscular. his head was clean shaven. he had a goatee. the both stood tall.

“no. it’s fine.” you shake your head.

“sorry! they flew in last night. they’re here to help get your things. make sure that james doesn’t harm you if he’s there.”

you simply nod your head.

“thank you.”

“don’t thank us, sweetheart! any family of emily’s is ours as well.” he gives you a winning smile.

“this is derek and that’s spencer. dave and hotch are outside as well. hotch actually wants to ask you a few questions.” emily states.

you give her a questionable look. “if you’re up for it. we don’t wanna rush you or anything. but, james should pay for this, yn.”

you simply shake your head. “trust me em, he won’t! james he’s—he has connections. he’d get away with it.”

“maybe not, yn. don’t you wanna at least try?”

“what i want is to get far away from him as possible. please, em? i don’t wanna go through any of this. i don’t wanna go through this train wreck any longer.”

emily nods her head.

“lets just focus on getting your things, yeah?” spencer gives you a sad smile. you nod your head. emily helps you up.

the four of you head outside. you walk to a black suv. you see two older men.

“this is dave and that’s my boss, hotch.”

you nod. thankful you had your sunglasses on. you didn’t need anyone else seeing how bad your face looked. emily helps you get in the back of the car. she sits beside you as she grabs your hand. you squeezed it gently. you look up to see hotch looking at you in the rear view.

he gives you a simple nod. you put your hands on your belly. feeling a little bit of a flutter. when you finally get to your home you sigh in relief. james car wasn’t in the driveway.

when hotch parked the car they all get out of the car. you grab your key as you unlock the door. you look around the house. it was left the same as the night you left. you figured james left it that way so you’d come home and clean the mess.

emily sighs. she sees glass everywhere, pictures on the ground, everything looked like a crime scene. it was a crime scene.

you step over the broken table. you head upstairs, everyone following behind you. when you get to your shared bedroom you grab a suitcase. emily walks over to your closet and grabs a few clothes.

you walk over to your shared bathroom. you grab your toiletries and put them in a bag.

once you finished grabbing the most important things you head back downstairs. everyone gathered back in the car and drove out of the driveway. you rest your head on emily.

you were extremely exhausted. emily felt your head and frowned. she knew you’d probably have a fever with being constantly on radar. emily asked hotch to stop by a drug store once they get farther out.

when you finally arrived to emily’s she told you to get some rest. you fell asleep right on the spot.

emily closed the door gently to her guest bedroom. she asked if anyone wanted any water.

“has she said anything else to you? anything about james?”

emily shakes her head. “nothing.”

“she’s deserves justice, prentiss. is there anything at all you can do to convince her?”

“i don’t think so. guys, yn, she’s always been pretty fragile. even as a young girl.”

“what do you mean?”

emily sighs. she sits down next to derek before continuing. “yn grew up kinda the same as i did. her parents, her father was a politician. he was hardly around. her mom would go with her. they left her alone with me. she was only eight when i started ‘babysitting’ i was barely sixteen. we both just understood each other. with our parents barely paying us any mind. i had a wall up. i was hardly trust anyone, especially my parents. anything my mom said to me, promised me, i heard in one ear and out the other. yn was different. she trusted her parents. they’d tell her they’ll take her somewhere, pick her up, travel to different countries, but it never panned out. she still believed them. she trusted their judgement on anything and everything. that includes people she’s dated. if a guy was out of their liking, they’d tell her. she’d break things off with him and find someone new. but nothing she did was ever good enough for them. it’s why i had a hard time leaving. i just—i couldn’t stay there. i had to get out of there and find my own way. yn also had her own dreams. she wanted more than being the daughter of a government official. she wanted to brighten her horizons. but her parents had other plans. when she was legal, they’d introduced her to james. they thought he was perfect for yn. yn still trusted their judgment and dated him. when i got the invitation to the wedding, i thought it was some sick joke. i graduated with james harper. i knew the kind of man he was. ive heard rumors here and there of the women he abused in the past. even seen some of the flinch at the smallest most innocent gestures. when i saw her, when i saw yn, i knew he’d been hurting her. i tried to get her to move, come live with me, get away from all the abuse she’s endured. she just shrugged it off and left. the next phone call i got from her was her uninviting me to her wedding. i knew from the way her voice trembled he’d hurt her bad. i tried telling her parents but they didn’t believe a word i said. they agreed that i was no longer invited to the wedding. i was sure when i got a phone call from her again, it would be the hospital or her parents telling me she was killed. it sucks, it’s pretty fucking shitty, but she’s right. james has so many connections. he could get away with murder.”

“we can’t just let this guy walk, em.”

emily looks at her teammates. she sighs as she nods her head in agreement.

“ill try and talk with her. right now, i wanna make sure she’s okay. she’s like my sister. she is my sister. this is personal.”

they all nod understandably. everyone says their goodbyes before hotch stops. he turns. “if she needs anything, anything at all emily, call me alright?”

emily nods her head. “i will. thanks hotch.”

hotch nods his head before leaving. emily gently closes her front door before walking into her guest room, and lying next to you.

okay…this is all over the place but i promise it’ll get better! i just wanted to get everything out in the open before i continue.

this is a hotch x reader story and will be kinda fast paced going from here. i said before, i don’t like slow burns that are too slow!

so slow burn but not three toed sloth slow