Band One-Shots {VOL. 1 COMPLETE}

Trent Reznor -@aribvb

You yanked the half empty bottle of liquor away from Trent.

"You need to stop drinking Trent! It's going to kill you!" you shouted, pouring it into the sink.

"You need to stop being such a bitch!" he shouted back.

He went to grab another bottle of alcohol from the fridge, but you stepped in front of it.

"Move." he said in a dangerous tone.

"No." you said staring into his eyes.

"Move." he said louder.

"I'm not going to sit back and watch you destroy yourself!" you shouted back at him.

He violently grabbed you and threw you to the side as he muttered curse words.

You landed on the ground with a large noise. You felt pain shoot through your side.

He yanked open another bottle, and before he could drink the whole thing, you got up and tackled him.

You heard the bottle break as it landed across the kitchen, and then you began to wrestle on the floor.

"Stop!" You shouted.

Suddenly, it was as if a burst of rage shot through Trent, and he punched you square in the jaw.

You screamed in pain. You felt pain shoot up your jaw and through your head, you had almost thought that your head went flying to the side so fast that he had broke your neck.

That was how bad the pain was.

Tears immediately streamed down your face.

Trent threw himself backwards.

"Y/N..." he said in shock at what he'd just done.

"SHUT UP TRENT! JUST SHUT UP!" You screamed at him. You were so frightened.

You were trembling and all you wanted to do was cry, or kill yourself, but crying came first.

"ALL I'VE EVER WANTED TO DO WAS HELP YOU! AND YOU BEAT ME UP AND PUSH ME AWAY! I FUCKING LOVE YOU, YOU GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH BASTARD! I DONT WANT TO SIT BY AND WATCH YOU DESTROY YOURSELF, BUT YOU WONT LET ME HELP YOU! YOU WONT LET ANYONE HELP YOU GOD DAMNIT! WELL, FUCK YOU! I'M DONE BEING ABUSED BY YOU!" you screamed at the top of your lungs. It burnt your throat, but you didn't care anymore.

Trent now looked scared. He looked frightened, and he didn't even seem drunk, or angry anymore.

"Y/N, I'm sorry..." he said as tears began to stream down his cheeks.

"I'll get help, please Y/N! I'll stop immediately, you can get rid of all my alcohol, I love you too I promise just please don't leave me, you don't even have to forgive me, please..." he begged.

"So that's what it takes huh? Punching your fucking partner smack dab in the jaw, and almost breaking my neck to find out that you need help?" you said, venom dripping off each word.

"You fucking sicken me." you said.

You grabbed a bag of frozen peas, and pressed it to your aching jaw.

You looked away and let the tears pour down your cheeks again.

"Y/N... I know you hate me right now, but I need you to hold me..." Trent said as he collapsed to the floor.

"Why should I?" you turned around and saw him shaking uncontrollably on the floor.

Though it seems illogical and impossible, the hatred dyed down and you dropped on the floor next to him.

"Are you okay?" you asked him.

"No... and you're not either..." he said shaking even more.

You grabbed the phone and dialed 911.

You told them your address and they were there in less than 5 minutes.

They took you and Trent to the hospital, where they pumped his stomach, and gave you an ice pack and a bandage to put over your jaw.

After a while of waiting, they told you that he was asking for you.

You walked to his room, and the nurse left you alone with him.

He looked pale and his voice was scratchy and breathy.

"Y/N... I'm sorry." he looked at you.

You loved him so much, but you were so unsure.

You nodded.

He let out a sigh of relief.

You kissed his forehead and held his hand, while he swore to you that he would get better and make up for all the lost time.

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A/N:

Freaking aye, I go so overboard with fight imagines!!! My goodness! Oh well. I hope you enjoyed this!