Ny Början- Chapter 3
Pairing: André Burakovsky x reader
Warnings: Fluff, eventual smut, hockey violence, domestic violence (in the beginning), language!, idk probs more.
Summary: With the help of a group of unsuspecting heroes you are saved from a toxic relationship. One of your saviors goes above and beyond anything you could ask for. A friendship is forged and after awhile feelings happen. Could this be your happy ending?
A/N: Thanks for the feedback on the other parts! I feel like this is a hot mess but I hope it’s at least getting better? Let me know what you think! Also this is like the most I’ve written in years so I hope it’s okay!
After breakfast you both settled in the living room. André settled on the couch, papers spread all around him as he reviewed plays. You settled into a chair closest to the wall made of windows. The view of Denver was amazing at this view, not only could you see the buildings that made up the downtown area but you could see the mountains that stretch out behind the city. At this time of day the sunlight came through the windows perfectly, warming where you were sitting.
André’s living room was just as beautiful as the view. It was modern but welcoming. He had two couches that surrounded an all glass and metal coffee table with a tv directly in front of them. The tv sat on one of the most beautiful fireplaces, it was made of different types of river rocks with a ledge made of solid wood to hold the tv. There were a few personal touches like photos scattered about the room but the feeling was homey.
Glancing back out the window you focused on watching the traffic and people below. You knew you would have to go back to your old apartment soon to gather what belongings you could, you couldn’t keep living out of André’s clothes even if they were comfortable. You were due back at work tomorrow so today would be the best day to go. Anxiousness washed over you as you thought about it. After what happened last night you didn’t want to face Matt today or any other day. I can’t believe I actually dated that asshole, you thought. Today was Sunday so you knew more than likely Matt would be at your apartment. Sighing you gathered yourself and stood to make your way toward your bedroom, you needed to gather your keys and purse before making the trek across town. André sat his paper down and looked at you,
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I need to go back to my apartment to get my things. I work tomorrow so today is my only day this week to get my stuff.” Nerves tangled in your stomach as you admitted you had to go back. Understanding flashed in André’s eyes.
“I will go with you.” you began to protest but the look he gave you silenced that argument. “Look, you shouldn’t go there alone. I will go and help. Plus I have a car so we can get it in one trip.”
He was right and you knew it. Having another person with you would probably be the best since you didn’t know how Matt would react. He probably assumed you would come crawling back to him today, just like you’ve always done after everything he would say. At least with another person with you, you wouldn’t cave to the begging and pleading he was going to do. You gave André a short nod and soft “okay” before turning and making your way back to your room.
Gathering your keys, shoes, and phone you made your way back into the living room. André had gathered his keys and was pulling a hoodie over his head. He smiled at you before reaching back into the closet and pulling out another hoodie.
“Here” he said as he handed you the hoodie. “It’s cold out even though it looks warm”
Nodding you pulled the hoodie over your head settling into the warmth it provided. The scent of André filled your senses, it was deep and woodsy like a rainy day. The scent calms the nerves that were causing your stomach to roll like you were on a boat adrift at sea.
You and André left the apartment and made your way to the elevator. André ushered you inside before pressing the P button for the parking garage. The numbers ticking down on the panel above the buttons held your attention as anxiety about the situation swam in your veins. A warm hand was placed on your back, turning as you looked at André.
“It will be okay,” he said while gently smiling at you. You knew he was just trying to be helpful but nothing was calming your nerves at this point.
You both made your way out of the elevator. André’s hand never left your back as he ushered you toward his car before opening your door and closing it once you had settled. The engine purred under you as he made his way onto the street. The car was silent besides the moments when you gave André directions to your apartment. Your mind drifted as the miles between you and what used to be your home lessened.
Would Matt be there? Would he even care that you are leaving? Would he beg you to stay?
Were you making the right choice? Ah of course you were. You knew you couldn’t stay with him. You didn’t want to.
Was staying with Andre the right choice? Why would he want some random girl in his home? Was he really this nice or was there an ulterior motive behind his decision?
Before you knew it André was parking his car in front of your building. You used to love how tall the old brick building is, now it feels intimidating. Taking in a shaky breath you tried to steady yourself before reaching for the door handle. A warm hand encased yours and you looked over to see André staring at you.
“This will be okay. I will be here with you the whole time. I promise.” his words calmed the shaking in your hands long enough for you to take a steadier breath and climb out of the car.
Making your way inside the old building you went directly to the elevator. The panic in your system wanting to get this over with, like pulling a band aid off. You pushed the button for the 5th food, the doors closed and the elevator began to climb. You made your way off the elevator before turning right and heading toward your door. Stopping in front of your door you quickly gathered the courage you hoped would help you through this before putting your key into the lock. The lock popped out of place before you grabbed the door handle and turned it, easing into your apartment like you were expecting something to jump out at you at any moment. The apartment was quiet which gave you hope that Matt was gone.
“I just want to get my clothes and items from the bedroom first. There’s not much around the house that isn’t replaceable besides a few photos.” You said to André.
“Take all the time you need”
You nodded before making your way down the hallway and into your bedroom. You weren't prepared for the sight in front of you. Matt was there in bed but he wasn’t alone. Blonde hair spilled across the pillow next to him, your pillow. Anger rush through your body, the anxiety and nervousness from earlier long forgotten. At this point you had come to grips with the fact that Matt was a genuine asshole but to sleep with someone else not even a day after you left?
You marched across the room not giving two shits if the pair woke up. You threw open the closet door letting it bang on the wall before grabbing your suitcase that was at the very back before placing it on the ground and cramming as much as you could inside. Rustling came from the direction of the bed but you didn’t care enough to look. Returning to the closet you grabbed your duffle bag and sunk to your knees, gathering the shoes you wanted to take. A familiar voice made you stop.
“What are you doing?” Matt asked like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. You swung around, your eyes blazing into his. You caught a glimpse of the blonde sneaking out of the bedroom door over his shoulder which only fueled your anger. How dumb were you to stay with him for so long?
“Leaving.” you ground out.
A hand shot out grabbing onto your arm before pulling you to your feet. Matt’s face was inches from yours and you could feel his breath on your face with his next words.
“No you’re not. You're staying right here.”
“Fuck you!” you angrily yelled.
A look crossed his face that sent shivers down your spine. It was like he was a totally different person than you ever remember. His grip on your arm tightens as you try to pull away.
“You will never. leave. me.” his chest heaving with anger after each word.
Before you could yell for André, he came through the bedroom door. Your eyes made contact as he took in the scene before him.
“Hey! Get your fucking hands off her!” He yelled.
Surprise flashed across Matt’s face before he turned to look at André, his grip on you loosening as he focused on his next target.
“Well, well, you don’t look so tough without your group around you.” Matt smirked.
“Wanna find out?” André questioned a look of pure rage on his face.
With Matt being distracted you were finally able to pull your arm out of his grasp. With your moment of freedom you took the chance to grab your packed suitcase and put distance between you and Matt. You darted across the room towards André, his arm shot out to settle you behind him. His warmth comforting with the hostility hanging heavy in the air. Matt’s eyes landed on André’s hand holding onto you and any semblance of composure was lost.
“What did you do? Huh? You fuck this guy?” spit flung from his mouth as he yelled at you. “You did, didn't you? You left me at the bar last night just to go fuck this guy! Now you come in here all high and mighty talking about leaving! You’re just a whore! Wait until he finds out how utterly useless you are! You can’t do anything right. You can’t even be a good girlfriend right, why do you think I have to look elsewhere for company!” a smirk crossing his lips after his speech.
André’s hand rubbed your arm attempting to calm some of the sting from Matt’s words. In a way he was right. Recently between all your work and school other things have fallen to the sidelines, including being intimate with him. Honestly, after Mark started lashing out and becoming aggressive you couldn’t find the will to want to be close to him. More often than not you would sleep on the couch or if you did sleep in bed you would fake being asleep to get him to leave you alone. Over time this became routine and he eventually stopped trying all together. This never really upset you much but hearing him tell André this stung in a way you hadn’t considered. Has this failed relationship been your fault? Maybe if you tried harder he wouldn’t have changed the way he did?
Looking up at André you knew he wanted to say something. Matt was clearly not wanting to be talked out of his anger and anything André was going to say was only going to be fuel for Matt’s fire. You tugged on his arm to get his attention before shaking your head “no”, hoping he would understand that it would be best if you both left. André spun to look back at Matt, anger clear on his face.
“She is and will always be better than you.” turning to look back at you, “Come on let's go.”
André turned you and ushered you out of the bedroom before Matt could say anything else. You made it back to the living room and André grabbed the suitcase from your hand without missing a step. Matt was hot on both your heels screaming and ranting about everything you’ve ever done wrong. André stood behind you the whole time, like he was using his body to shield you from the venom spewing from Matt’s mouth. Reaching the front door you grabbed the handle and twisted the knob before forcefully opening it. You both made it to the elevator, André pressed the down button while you were looking between André and the hallway you both just came from. A prayer slipping out as you hoped Matt would just stay in the apartment and not chase after the two of you.
As the elevator reached your floor it dinged before the doors opened. The descent to the ground floor seemed to take an eternity. Awkwardness filled your body as you and André shared the elevator space. This guy probably thinks you're crazy and too much trouble. You’ve known him for 24 hours and he’s already had to deal with you and Matt.
Your brain hummed with thoughts as the elevator came to a halt on the ground floor. Opening the front door you inhaled the fresh air. You never realized how dense the air was in that building until now. André opened the passenger door for you before closing it and putting your suitcase in the truck. You didn’t have the chance to grab some of the things you wanted to. Your shoes, photos, and keepsakes had all been left behind. Sadness filled you as you realized you would never see those items again. Leaning your head against the window you closed your eyes as a wave of exhaustion washed over you. The last day had been emotionally and physically taxing, this moment felt like the first time you had realized how much your life had changed. You went from having your apartment to living with a random guy you didn’t know.
Thoughts of what if and what will happen filled your brain as you drifted to sleep.
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