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Third part!! Here we go!! Russell and the reader start knowing each other a little more and we'll see some troubles, maybe?

Hope you like it!

Enjoy!

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Protect You.

Russell Welch x Reader.

Mini series.

Chapter 3: Punch.

Warnings: Fluff. Abuses. Violence. Bad language. Blood. Non-Con.

Words: 5000

Summary: Things with neighbors are changing, but that doesn't mean they are getting better.

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Chapter 3: Punch.

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"Russell, do you know what you're asking me?" He hears on the other end of the phone.

"I know perfectly well, Monica, that's why..."

"That's why nothing, I can't give you the code to a camera just so you can spy on your pretty girl friend."

"It's not..." he takes a deep breath, biting the inside of his cheek. "It's not for me... I just want to make sure..."

"That she's fine, yes, you've already told me, but I remind you that she's married."

"And her husband treats her like shit!"

"And that's not your problem! She hasn't asked for your help, Russell, you can't just barge into their lives like that, what if it's all a misunderstanding?"

"The bruises on her body aren't a..."

"Why not? There are many kinds of love, it doesn't mean it's mistreatment..."

"For God's sake, that's not what it's about, it's not just her physique, okay? You have... she's not happy..."

"Has she told you? Like that, in those words?"

No, you haven't told him anything, in fact you haven't spoken to each other properly for a while now, Russell knows that wall can get pretty thick if he doesn't do anything to avoid it, but you're always dodging him and he doesn't know what to do anymore.

"Russell, listen to me." He hears Monica say. "I can't help you with that, if you really want to help her, talk to her, you're a former cop, I'm sure you know how to ask the questions." She advises him and without further ado hangs up on him.

Russell tenses his jaw until he feels his teeth chatter loudly. Sure he knows how to ask the questions, but what good is it if you don't want to talk to him.

He wants to scream in frustration, why does he want to get involved in this? He doesn't know you at all, you're just his neighbors, what does he care? His cop side won't let him let it go, he's known other domestic violence cases and knows that in many, if not all, things don't end well if no one remedies them. They've been late so many times that Russell feels his throat shrink. He doesn't dream about his victims constantly, nor does he suffer PTS, but lately he remembers some cases that he and his unit couldn't get to in time and he wakes up drenched in cold sweat almost every night. He doesn't want the same thing to happen to you, he would hate to see you walk out of that house stuffed in a black bag.

He needs to relax, he goes out to the backyard as he lights up a cigarette, catches it between his lips and gathers the strands of his hair into a little bun, he should go get it cut soon, it's starting to be uncomfortable to look at and it bothers him to work. The day has gone calm and sunny, like many other times, he sits on the porch with the cigarette between his fingers, his eyes are squinting because of the sun, his heart is still pounding, but he feels calmer every time the nicotine runs through his lungs.

"Hello..." He hears next to him and jumps in his chair.

The last thing he expected was for someone to speak to him, so immersed in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed anyone's presence. Of your presence. He gets up from his chair and throws his cigarette on the floor as if he is embarrassed to be seen smoking. He waves his hands nervously and takes a few steps toward the fence.

"Hey, hi..." He waves back, and suddenly feels like a kid.

You couldn't help yourself, you were in the kitchen when you saw him come out into the garden talking on the phone, hair messy, baggy sweatpants, tank top revealing all the tattoos that were imprinted on his skin, many of a military nature, making you wonder what he does or did for a living. He seemed frustrated and you wanted to ask him if he was okay, but at the same time you felt you had no right, you had set limits for him yourself, he had overstepped in confidence wanting to talk about Matt and things he didn't know, but you still didn't like to see him so discouraged, upset about something. You smiled as you watched him put his hair up and light a cigarette. Biting your lip you decided to leave and walk over to the fence to ask him if he was okay, you didn't think he would freak out and now that he's in front of you, you don't know what to say.

"Are you okay?" That's all you can think to say. "Y-you seemed upset about something..."

"It was Monica, I was trying to talk to her about something important..."

"Oh... Monica is your girlfriend?" you feel a strange taste in your mouth as you say the word 'girlfriend'.

"What? No, no, she's just my co-worker." He laughs downplaying it, but you see he blushed a little, maybe he likes her and doesn't know how to talk to her.

"Well, insist, if you really think it's important, don't give up, maybe she'll surprise you." You try to encourage him and smile weakly.

"Okay..." He smiles too and leans his arms on the fence, staring at you. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah..." You try to sound convincing. "Just... Russell, I'm sorry if these days I..."

"Hey, stop, you don't have to apologize, I stepped in where I wasn't called." He stops you but you shake your head again. "Besides I've been busy too, I haven't had much free time."

You smile thankfully he downplays the matter, you nod and bite your lip, fidgeting nervously, not quite sure what else to say, he's still leaning on fence, waiting, his long, strong, toned arms droop lax, you can see some veins marking on his skin, the tension in his neck, his shoulders slumped, but square in the position. Your fingers itch suddenly wanting to touch the tattoo on his shoulder and chest, you want to ask and at the same time you are embarrassed, however, you have been staring at him for quite a while. You feel your cheeks redden again.

"C-can I ask you a favor?" You say at last and watch as his body is positioned nicely again, his athletic chest marked in the tank top.

"Sure, what's up?"

"I-I want to get some stuff down from the loft, but I can't by myself... it's not very heavy, but my arms..." You don't have an explanation for him as to why your arms hurt, you can't tell him that you can't stretch too far without your stomach bothering you or your knees shaking.

"Okay..." He agrees and his tone is low, almost like a whisper, he knows that if he speaks louder you will notice his anger and he doesn't want you to get defensive again.

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You open the front door for him when you hear him coming up the steps, you greet him again with a contained chuckle, he enters and looks around, the house is a little dirty, you are embarrassed, but today you can't move too much and some tasks get you completely tired. You slyly walk as straight as you can, despite the limp in your right leg and the pain in your stomach. Russell is no idiot, he's been a cop, he sees what you're trying to hide, but he doesn't say anything.

Matt has never been as violent with you as he's been lately. Fed up that you can't give him the news he wants to hear, he's taking all his anger out on you, but you still can't give him a son.

You can't.

Russell follows you silently, but closely, for a moment fearing you might fall at any moment. You climb up to the second floor and carefully up the loft stairs, Russell has to crouch a bit as the space isn't very big, he's not the tallest man in the world either, but those wooden beams don't look friendly.

"It's these boxes here and these suitcases..." You say looking at him out of the corner of your eye.

Suitcases. Russell's heart races as he hears you, the question burns in his throat, he really wants to ask you why you want him to get some suitcases down from the loft, he'd love to hear the answer, but he bites his tongue in time, just nods and carefully picks up one of the suitcases. They are heavy, they may have old clothes inside or items you no longer use and want to donate them somehow. His excitement deflates a bit, but he still doesn't say anything.

"I'm going to take these down first, okay? Wait for me here." He asks you, lowering the huge suitcase.

You remain sitting on the dusty wooden slats as you watch Russell walk up and down the stairs taking the things you've asked him for. You are not embarrassed, because yes, you needed his help, but the spectacle he is putting on for you is bigger than you thought. He is doing nothing but shuffling his body from side to side, holding on to the stairs, his shoulders tense, his arms contracted, the veins and tendons marked against his skin, the little bun dances back and forth and there is a small, fugitive bead of sweat rolling down his temple. But that's not all, the last time he's climbed the stairs, your eyes have dropped sharply to his crotch, seeing the bulge that forms in his sweatpants every time he lifts a leg to climb a new step.

"Okay, I think that's it." His raspy voice makes you look at him again. "Do you need anything else?"

You shake your head as you swallow and crawl down the stairs, Russell comes down just before you and stands on the bottom stairs, covering your descent with his body in case you trip. Russell picks up the stairs and closes the trap door.

"Thank you very much, Russell." You say dragging the large suitcase towards your room, Russell picks up a couple of boxes, following you.

"Do you guys have any trips planned?" he tries to figure out what it's all for.

"No, not at the moment, Matt travels a lot for work and I have a few things he could take with him to be more comfortable." You answer him quickly, he nods, setting the boxes down on the bed.

"That's nice... Do you spend a lot of time alone?" he gives you a sidelong glance, leaving yet another box in your room.

"Is this an interrogation?" you joke and he smiles half-sideways.

"Not at all, but you don't need to answer if you don't want to."

"Not for long." You reply with a low chuckle. "Matt's usually gone two or three days, but never too long, he never leaves me alone..."

"He worries about you." He feels acid run down his throat when he says that.

"Yeah, right..." You laugh rubbing your arms, even though you haven't exerted yourself much, they ache, your skin feels like it's burning.

"I don't want you to think I'm forcing you or anything, but if you need anything... talk... go out shopping... walk, I don't know, a-anything..." He shrugs and chews his lip several times.

"Thanks, Russell, maybe I do, I need to... I need to get out and breathe a little."

"That's great, I'm going to...woh, woh!" he startles when suddenly your feet stumble and your knees waver. He pins you down, grabs you tightly and leans you against his chest. "Hey are you alright!" he startles holding you by the chin.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry, I just got dizzy." You try to pull away, but Russell holds you back.

His hands don't force you, they just hold you, you feel his fingers brush your cheek as he forces you to look at him and his other hand rests on your lower back, you feel it warm and big against your body, just like everything he is, you had never realized his size and yet he is so careful as if he is touching something so fragile that it could break. Maybe he wasn't so wrong.

You can't stifle a gasp as he bends your body and lifts you off the floor, scooping you up in his arms he carries you back into your room and gently lays you down on your bed.

"Russell?"

"How long has it been since you've eaten? Or hydrate, how long have you been occupying your head with other things?"

"I-I don't know, I had coffee when I woke up this morning, but..."

"Okay, I'm going to fix you something to eat and I'm going to get you a bottle of water."

"Russell" You insist but he seems to ignore you.

"You need to rest and eat something, you can't go all day without a bite to eat, it's not good."

"Russell!" you shout as he is about to leave your room, he looks at you doubtfully, but you are confused. "What are you doing?"

"Taking care of you." He shrugs and walks out of the room leaving you alone.

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You're hiding under the covers of your bed, you feel your heart beating very fast and your cheeks burning, you can't stop shivering, but it's not from fear or cold. Spasms and a warmth you haven't felt for a long time, something you've been missing with all your might, but you're getting it from the one you would have least expected.

Or at least the first day you met.

Russell has been hanging around your house all morning, ever since you had the little stumble, he's insisted on making you something to eat and tucking you into a cocoon, you almost feel like a caterpillar, a little smothered too, but you like it.

"Are you feeling better?" You hear your neighbor's voice and you stick your head out from between the sheets, just your eyes and nose, nodding your head. "What are you doing?" he laughs low coming up to you.

"It's just that you've covered me up so tight I can't move..."

"Shit, sorry." You laugh and he uncovers you a little, you stick your head out completely and smile.

"You don't have to go to all that trouble."

"I don't mind, you almost passed out in front of me, if it would have happened to you being alone..."

"I'm fine, it's just... I'm a little clumsy..." You avert your gaze when you say that and Russell sighs.

"And that's why I'm here."

There's a small silence, Russell sits on the edge of the bed and leans over to put a hand on your forehead. He's relieved to know that you don't have a fever, that at no point has your temperature risen, so it's nothing serious, it's just tiredness, he hasn't been able to see your body, but he knows there are new marks on your skin. If only you would listen to him, if only you would let him save you.

He sighs licking his lips, he's no one to save you, just a retired cop, demoted to customer service guy for a security company, he's just a neighbor meddling in lives that have never asked for his help. Now he wants to play hero, but you haven't even thrown out a distress signal.

"Are you okay?" You ask as you see him immersed in thought.

"Yeah, it's nothing." His hand slides from your forehead to your cheek and he stands up.

"Hey... are we still on for... going for a walk?" You ask her in a shy tone.

"Are you feeling up to going out?"

"Yeah, it's only been a moment, but I feel fine." Russell wants to insist, but bites his tongue.

You get out of bed carefully, he offers you his hand to steady you and you look at him gratefully once again. He leaves you alone to change your clothes and you leave the house without a fixed direction. You walk slowly, you've told him you feel fine, but your muscles are still sore, Russell matches his pace to yours, a little behind you, hands behind his back, watchful, alert for any moves you might make wrong, to pick you up if necessary.

"So... Are you always alone?" You dare to ask after a few minutes in silence.

"At home? Yes, my brother comes to visit me from time to time, but nothing else..."

"Your brother...?"

"Gabe, he works in the police force, we all belonged to the same unit." He explains scratching his chin beard.

"Really? What happened? I mean... it sounds like you don't..."

"No, not anymore... there was trouble with a mob group, we were trying to catch them and I got caught." He sighs at the memory. "They tortured me to tell them about the police plans and they almost killed me..."

"Oh God, Russell..." You look at him in terror. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I shouldn't have asked."

"No, it's okay, I got over it...at least most of the time." He chuckles. "I was in the hospital for a while and they decided to remove me from the force due to the impact of the trauma..." He shrugs and lifts his shirt a little and you see a scar marking his abdomen. "It's the most permanent memory I have of that day."

You swallow nervously unconsciously raise your hand wanting to touch the mark, but quickly pull your hand away looking away, embarrassed, Russell smiles and pulls his shirt back down.

"We can all fight our ghosts..." He says to you in a deep voice and you lower your head feeling tears fill your eyes.

"I-I think we better get back home..."

Things change little by little, now your relationship with Russell is nicer, a little friendship is forming between you that makes you feel special. The ex-cop is also nice to Matt, even though you're not exactly friends, Russell agrees to share some evenings with him, drinking beer and watching the games on TV just to make sure you're okay. Matt is possessive even in his presence, he forces you to sit next to him and his arms wrap around you as if he's afraid something bad will happen to you, quite the opposite, he was the danger, but Russell stayed out of it.

"Okay."

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Again, on days when Matt wasn't home due to work, Russell would invite you for a walk, help you with the heavy shopping, you would even spend some evenings, sitting on his porch talking about nothing and everything, no matter how late it was getting. It was nice to feel cared for and protected like that. Being with him you'd had some new dizziness, something he still didn't like, but you kept downplaying it, weak with health since you were a teenager.

"So, is everything in order?" Monica asks on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, I'm sorry I asked you that, that day..."

"I'm glad you want to help people, but those things are serious and illegal..."

"I know, Monica, I'm sorry." He sighs rubbing his face with one hand.

"How's it going with your neighbor, any progress?"

"I told you she was married, what progress do you want there to be?"

"Yeah, and you wanted access to the cameras in her house..."

"It was just for protection..."

"Russell... I know I can't see you now, but I know what you're doing..."

"I'm just a neighbor..."

"You're meddling in their relationship, you're befriending Matt to keep him in line so you can keep an eye on her, right?" There's an amused tone in his voice, but also a hint of reproach, Russell growls biting his lip.

"You're pretty smart, aren't you?"

"No, it's just that sometimes you men are so obvious." He sighs.

"No one deserves to live in fear, Monica..."

"But she hasn't asked for your help and you can't just show up at her house like an animal. You know that will only benefit him..."

"I know..." He growls again.

Russell lets go of the cigarette he's finishing and lets the air out slowly looking out at the backyard of your house. The sheets have been laid out since yesterday, he hasn't seen you yet, but he hasn't seen Matt either, he knows you're there because the cars are parked in his spot and he thinks he heard noise in the kitchen, but it's strange that you haven't picked up your clothes yet. He shakes his head and goes back inside the house, without leaving the conversation with Monica.

He can't argue with her, every word she says, Russell can do nothing but agree with her, trying to deny it would be stupid. From that day you became dizzy and fell into his arms, Russell was aware of how fragile you were, that you were. That meant having Matt around too, which helped the ex-cop learn to control his temper, he couldn't just jump on him, in that your co-worker is right too, if he does that the only thing he will achieve will be to hurt you, because everything will go against him and when you are alone at home again, Matt will vent against you, and maybe everything will end there. He closes his eyes trying not to think about that, that you are a strong woman, despite everything, that he would never go to such extremes.

"Hold on Monica, I have an alert." He cuts his conversation short and walks hurriedly to the computer. His throat closes instantly. "Call an ambulance. Now!" He screams and before he's conscious, she's running out of the house.

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"Russell? Russell, what's going on? Russell!" Monica calls out to him, but his phone has fallen into oblivion, on the couch.

That morning you wake up dizzy again, you've been sick to your stomach for several weeks when you wake up.

You haven't given it a thought, you've been eating a lot these days, Russell's visits are really encouraging to Matt and the three of you enjoy a great atmosphere, you meet for dinner, watch the games, and when Matt is not around, Russell still worries that you're ok. The arguments and tensions at home have also lessened, you feel more at peace, you feel like you can move around your own house without being afraid of making too much noise.

Your bags are packed at the back of the closet, because you felt it was unbearable. Maybe it would have been cowardly to run away like that, but you don't feel strong enough to fight Matt by yourself. Your mind flashes back to the image of Welch and you can't help but smile a little, your stomach twists and you feel the nausea getting stronger then. You take a deep breath wanting to calm down.

"No way..." You whisper to yourself and reach into your bathroom cabinet for an elongated rectangular box.

You always buy several pregnancy tests, never show them to Matt, but you keep them tucked away for yourself so you know the birth control pills are working. You haven't stopped taking them, but it's true that you haven't taken a test in days.

Your hands shake nervously as you open the package and take out the test. You know the routine, you've done it so many times already, but this time you feel a bit overwhelmed, your period has never been regular, so you can't rely on that either. You sigh trying to calm down and leave the device on the sink while waiting for the result.

"No. No, no, no, no." You repeat over and over again watching your eyes fill with tears.

Positive.

You are pregnant.

Suddenly under your feet a huge hole forms and you feel as if your body is being dragged down. You hold tightly to the edge of the sink, tears streaming unceasingly down your cheeks, your hands won't stop shaking.

"Honey?" you hear Matt on the other end and you stop breathing. "Are you all right? You've been in there a long time..."

"Y-yeah, I'll be right out, I just..." You swallow and clear your throat. "I'm not feeling very well, I'm going to go to the pharmacy to get some medication..."

"Do you need a ride?"

"No, it's not necessary, I'll be right down to make you breakfast." You warn him and hear him humming.

"Good and brush your teeth if you threw up, you know I hate it when your breath smells."

"S-sure." You turn on the water and obey him, brushing your teeth harder and faster than you should.

You leave the bathroom, get dressed in the first thing you can find, dark sweatpants and sneakers, grab a purse, make sure you have cash, and go down to the kitchen to make him breakfast.

"Good morning, love" You say with the best smile you can muster and kiss him.

"Good morning, how are you feeling?"

"A little dizzy, but I'm fine." You tell him getting down to business. You prepare him a scrambled eggs and crispy bacon plus some pancakes.

"It's not the first day this has happened to you, maybe we should give it a try." He comments and you almost lose your balance.

"A-a test?" You ask full of nerves.

"A pregnancy test, you go to the drugstore, don't you? Maybe you should buy one."

"Oh sure! Of course, I'll buy one just in case..." You nod without stopping fidgeting around the kitchen.

"Can you imagine a baby at last? After all this time we've been looking for it?" Your heart stops as you set the plate down on the table.

"That would be perfect..." You lie as best you can, still smiling, and take off your apron. "I'll be right there."

Matt doesn't stop you, a strange smile takes over his mouth, you've never seen him like this, for a second you doubt your own intentions, what if a child was the answer to everything? What if Matt changed by having a child? What if everything bad would disappear then? But what if nothing changed, what if Matt became more aggressive, what if the baby suffered from his fits of rage? No, you can't allow that, nor are you going to find out what the possibility would be, you would never put a child of yours in that situation.

Ever.

You kiss your husband on the cheek and grab your purse and rush out of the house. For a moment you look towards Russell's house, maybe you could go and ask him for help, somehow so he could appease Matt's anger by telling him it was a negative test, but the man's blinds are down, it's still early and you can't risk Matt seeing you waiting at his door, everything could get much worse.

You drive to the pharmacy, luckily the neighborhood is big and there are several establishments that can serve you, but they know you and therefore they know Matt, if someone sees you shopping there, you would be lost, so you speed up and cross half the city, towards another neighborhood where nobody knows you. You park the car, get out and walk into the pharmacy heading straight for the counter, before you get there, you've grabbed a pregnancy test from one of the shelves.

"Good morning, how can I help you?"

"Good morning, this test and a box of abortion pills..." You whisper, your hands won't stop shaking.

"Are you all right, ma'am, do you need me to call an ambulance or...?"

"No, God, I just need the box, please..." You look at her pleadingly, she seems hesitant but finally gives you what you ask for. "Thank you very much." You pay cash and run out to the car.

You don't even wait to get home, inside the safety of the vehicle you pull out two pills and swallow them quickly, you feel them get stuck in one throat for a moment, but then you relax. Your heart is still pounding, but you really hope this is enough. You take a deep breath, start up and drive straight home.

Maybe, you should have warned Russell that morning.

"I'm home, Matt." You announce as you open the door. "I've got the test." You tell him and you feel your voice waver as you say that.

"Really? What about this one?" You hear his voice from the kitchen, walk over to him and freeze.

Matt has the pregnancy test you used earlier in front of him, testing positive, but that's not all, in his hands is a small box that you know perfectly well, it's your birth control pills. Your eyes widen, you find it hard to breathe and your body doesn't stop trembling. You open and close your mouth several times, trying to say something adequate, but you are unable to think of any excuse, fear paralyzes you to such an extent that you are not aware that you are crying.

"How long have you been taking this?" his voice sounds dangerous, deadly. "How long have you been betraying me?" He walks very slowly toward you. "Struggling to have a son and you were the one killing him every time."

"M-Matt I..."

"You're such a bitch!" he shouts choleric.

He grabs a vase from the kitchen and throws it at you, you manage to dodge it, but as it crashes into the wall next to you, the shards jump out and cut into your skin. You groan in pain and cover your face to prevent any serious injury. Matt walks straight at you, rage and anger pulsing inside his body. You run away, but you know you can't escape.

"How much more did you intend to make me look like an idiot!" he shouts and chases after you, pinning you down so you can't escape. "What have you got there!"

If hatred wasn't oozing from his pores, when he discovers the pills inside the bag, his judgment is completely lost.

"I'm going to kill you..." He roars and the first blow pushes you against the stairs.

With the second blow, you cover your face with your arms, but he throws you to the floor, he doesn't stop screaming, insulting you, his foot lodges in your belly every time a word comes out of his mouth, louder and louder, you beg him to stop, you don't stop crying, trying to defend yourself. You try to push him away, but one of his kicks hits your hand and breaks two of your fingers. You scream loudly, writhing in pain, but fear drives you wild and makes you bite Matt on the leg.

"Fucking bitch!" he shouts again and punches you, but you don't feel anything anymore.

You struggle to your feet, struggling with him, you get him to pull you, your hair until you crash into a wall. You can barely stand up, but you find the remote control for the cameras and press the button several times.

Matt grabs you by the head and hits you hard, you lose consciousness, you fall to the floor like a sack, but before losing consciousness completely you see how the camera light turns on and a thin smoke starts to fill the room, you don't know what it is, maybe you have a concussion or something... you don't care anymore.

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Russell doesn't know how he was able to hit the button to call the police, he's not even sure at what point he hit the distraction protocol button, he just hears his own voice screaming.

"Call an ambulance - now!"

Before speeding out of your house. The image of your bloodied face on the other side of the surveillance camera, burned into his retinas. He doesn't even go around the house, jumps the fence that separates your gardens and opens the kitchen door. He knows you always leave it open, it's your little way out, your escape route if things go wrong. As soon as the door opens, the gas dissipates, so Russell can see you on the floor and Matt on top of you, but this time his fist doesn't impact you.

Russell grabs your arm and twists it backwards. Matt screams in pain, but that doesn't stop Welch for an instant, he throws him to the ground, blocks it with his own body and lands a hard punch. And then another. And another. Matt's jaw crunches, but Russell can't get enough.

Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch.

"Police!" is heard from the doorway, Gabe and a group rush in. "Russell!" He yells to his brother and they manage to pull him away from Matt, who is unconscious on the floor.

"Get off me!" he roars, knuckles bloody, anger still coursing through his entire body. "Where's the ambulance!"

"It's outside! What happened?"

But he doesn't answer, he runs to you lying on the floor and scoops you up in his arms walking out of the house, heading straight for the ambulance.

"Russell!"

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The End.

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littlegodzilla · 1 year

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Hello!! It's me again!!

This time I come with Russell Welch from Triple 9. If you saw the movie you know that he doesn't end pretty well... that's why I love fanfictions, like a good friend said "we can change horrible endings and movies and make it better" So this is what I did here. Or at least I tried.

Hope you like!!

Enjoy!!

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Protect you.

Chapter 1: Hit.

Russell Welch x Reader.

Warnings: Abuses. Fighting. Angst. Non-Con.

Words: 5000.

Summary: Russell moves after leaving the police force, a nice single-family home awaits him just outside L.A. plus a new job with a security firm.

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Chapter 1: Hit.

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Russell's van pulls up in front of the driveway of his new house, brakes screeching for a second, his eyes squinting from the sun beating down hard that day, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel as he gets a few taps on the window.

"You going out or not, man?" He says, Gabe, with an amused grin.

Russell rolls his eyes, stops the engine and climbs out of the van, giving his brother a gentle thump on the chest.

"Some house you got yourself." He comments nodding his head in approval.

"They didn't give me much choice." He shrugs looking in the back of the van for a travel bag with most of his belongings.

"Sure, it's going to suck living here." He jokes rolling his eyes.

Russell snorts through his nose ruffling his hair in disgust and between the two of them start pulling out all the boxes they've brought from the eldest Welch's old apartment. Russell has been suspended from the police force after a mission that got complicated with the mob, after he was about to lose his life, they decided to put him aside, retire him early so he could get his life back to normal. Russell has never thought his life was normal, but he accepted the decision of his superiors. Still his duty is not over, he has now landed a job with a security company thanks to recommendations from the police force.

His brother helped him pick up everything from his downtown apartment when he finally found a place to start over. Gabe doesn't think it's fair that his brother has been removed from the force, but Russell doesn't want to go into details either - after months in rehab, there are still things he has trouble dealing with when he's left alone, but he won't say it out loud.

"Well, if I have new neighbors." They then hear a voice next to them. The two brothers turn at the same time.

From the house next door, a man appears, similar in age to Russell, with shaved hair, intense honey-colored eyes, a square jaw and a dimple in his chin. He smiles broadly though Russell senses he doesn't mean it. He's wearing a plaid shirt and baggy jeans. Gabe smiles raising his hand in greeting, his older brother remains quiet.

"He's actually just my brother." The younger one speaks and extends his hand toward the other man. "I'm Gabriel Welch and this is my brother, Russell."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Matt." He shakes Gabe's hand and extends it towards, him, Russell hesitates, but finally squeezes it shaking his head. "A bear, huh." He says as he sees the tattoo on his new neighbor's hand. "I like them too, strong, alpha males, dominant, always up for a good fight, right?"

"They're loners too." He replies curtly, Matt purses his lips as he is rudely interrupted.

"Ma'am." Gabe tries to lighten the mood, his brother and Matt look up following the blond's greeting.

"Ignore her, she's just my wife." Snaps Matt, downplaying it.

Russell narrows his eyes as he frowns. She's just my wife, he's said, as if she's an object, something insignificant. He can't get a good look at you, leaning against the porch beam of the house, arms crossed, you're wearing your hair down, t-shirt and long pants, even though the weather is quite warm. He chews his lip several times and lower his gaze.

"Gabe." He calls out to his brother who is engaged in an intense conversation with Matt. "Let's go inside, I still have to tidy everything up." He urges him.

"I can give you guys a hand, I'll grab some beers from my place and..."

"Thanks, but that's not necessary." He's cut off again by Russell and carrying the last box into the house.

"Not a bad guy." Gabe tells him. "It's just that he's going through a tough time."

"Sure, no problem, anything, I'm next door." He nods but his jaw is still clenched, Gabe smiles in acceptance and walks into the house behind his brother.

Matt stands there for a few more minutes, then turns around and heads straight for home. You instinctively move out of his way, he doesn't even look at you, slamming the door with all his might.

"What was that for?" Gabe asks, watching his brother set things up in his new living room.

"What was that for, what?" he replies with another question, not looking at him.

"That shit, man, about "they're loners too." He mimics his brother's voice lousily. "Matt be a good guy, besides if you make friends you'll soon find yourself more at home here."

"You think I'm four years old?" he looks at him incredulously. "Besides, Matt." He uses his name with boredom. "He's not a nice guy."

"Why?"

"I don't know, but I don't like him. He's got a big mouth." He shrugs.

"Well you already have something in common."

"Gabe."

"Well okay, fine, do whatever the hell you want, I'm going to order something to eat, I'm dying."

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He is finally alone, not that he hates his brother, but sometimes he prefers the company of solitude to his own. He has been a great help for the move, he didn't have too much stuff considering that most of the heavy furniture was already in the house, but still being able to bring it all in one trip and have it practically ready, saves him a lot of time.

He sets up a washing machine with some of the laundry he had scattered all over the apartment and as he washes, he goes out to the backyard and sits on the porch, lighting up a cigarette. Her backyard connects to yours and your husband, Matt's, only separated by a nice brown wooden fence. Russell notices that the lawn is well groomed and manicured, next to two large trees there are some swings and not far from these a sandbox with several toys scattered on top. That detail catches his attention, because he hasn't seen any children, when you went out on the porch you were alone, normally children are curious, but nothing, he doesn't hear voices inside the house either.

He shakes his head and takes another long drag on his cigarette. It's not his problem. His phone then rings distracting his mind from anything that might occupy it. He tosses the cigarette to the ground and goes back inside the house in search of it. It's an unknown number, but he's already been warned that he'd be getting a call from his new job that week, so he picks up.

"Russell." He says by way of greeting.

"Good morning!" He listens on the other end and sits down on the kitchen stool. "My name is Monica, I hope I didn't disturb you."

"Not at all, Monica..."

"Well, I'm calling from Stay Out, the security company you'll be starting work for in a few days."

"Stay Out?" He can't help the irony in his voice and she sighs.

"Don't judge me, I didn't name it." She defends herself and Russell can't help but laugh.

"Okay, sorry."

"I just wanted to know if you've settled into your new house yet, if everything went well."

"I finished moving all my stuff in today." He nods even though he knows she can't see him.

"Perfect, in that case I need you to give me your address details; we want to get your equipment to you as soon as possible."

"The equipment?"

"Yes, you'll be working with it in the office as well, but it's good to get familiar with it, plus there will be days when you can work from home."

He falls silent, an office job, that certainly wasn't what he had in mind when he was told he was going to be placed in a security company, he thought he would be trading guards with some mall guard, some zoo, even a doorman in some wealthy family's house, but not this. He rubs his forehead hard mentally cursing himself, regretting it even before he had started.

"Russell? Are you still there?" he hears the concerned voice of his new companion and sighs.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry, you were saying?"

"I need your address to send you the material."

"Sure, do you have paper?" He asks and searches through his own papers for the address of his new home.

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Matt had woken up in a good mood that morning, after a couple of days off work, Matt is relaxed, he sleeps well, you make sure he has his food on time and can drink without getting up too much from his couch. You move around the house without making too much noise, on the days he is home you leave the housework, you know any loud noise can disturb him.

Matt and you have been a couple since high school, he had always been an attentive boy, but with a difficult character, even so you never gave him importance, he had a lot to prove to a family that didn't believe in him too much, so you understood that sometimes he had those mood swings.

You went to the same university, you were always together, it was nice, you liked to feel protected by him, safe. He was your best friend as you never really made great friends there. After finishing your studies, Matt asked you to marry him and you didn't hesitate to accept, you knew you would be happy with him, that your life would be wonderful together.

How wrong you were.

Matt wasn't a bad person, you were convinced of that every morning when you woke up, you just had to understand him, sometimes he was angry and it was better to leave him alone for a few hours, other times he was affectionate, passionate, a great lover. You were in love with him and....

You are. You are in love with him.

You shake your head wiping away several tears that have escaped your eyes without your permission. You pick up the remains of that morning's breakfast and clean the dishes. Outside you hear some ruckus, right next door, Matt stirs in his seat and reaches for the beer at the foot of his seat taking a swig. You swallow and look out the window, there's a van parked at the curb, two men unloading boxes of all sorts while talking animatedly. You have new neighbors. Now that's a novelty.

"What's going on?" You hear your husband's voice behind you and gasp in surprise.

"Th-There are new neighbors." You answer quickly. "They bought the house next door."

"Really?" He looks surprised and lifts the living room blind to see the newcomers. "What neighbors we are, we should go say hello." He takes a long swig of his beer and hands it to you. "Don't leave the house." He tells you in an authoritative voice and leaves you alone in the living room.

You don't want to leave, you know you shouldn't, you're fine there, you can see Matt approach the two men. Immediately, one of them greets you with a good face, but the other remains silent, keeping his distance. You can't hear the conversation, but you can read your husband's body and you know that whatever it is they're talking about, he's getting angry. Your heart flutters, it's not the first time he's had a bar fight, but you don't want to attract the attention of all the neighbors or have the new people hate you without really knowing you. You leave the beer on the table and walk out, ready to call him with any excuse and smooth things over, but the newcomers spot you before you can say anything.

"Ma'am." You're greeted by one of them, the one who's been nicer to Matt, the other just looks at you, his face a strained grimace and you know it's Matt's fault.

"Ignore her, she's just my wife."

Well feeling their gazes on you for a few seconds, you know they are examining you and it makes you nervous, crossing your arms you walk back inside the house, forgetting why you had left in the first place. It doesn't take you long to remember when Matt enters the house in a rage and hits you on the cheek. A whimper escapes you and you touch the injured area, but you don't move.

"I said stay inside." He mumbles.

"I-I'm sorry, I just needed to..."

"I don't care about your excuses!" He cuts you off, making you jump. "You made me look like an asshole in front of my new friends."

"Matt, I don't think that..." But you shut up as you feel him tug hard on your hair. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." You rush to say, feel his nose brush against your cheek and shiver.

"Of course you're going to be sorry, bitch, you know I hate having to repeat things to you." He roars and throws you down on the couch and starts unbuttoning his pants. "Turn around." He orders you.

He doesn't care if you refuse, he doesn't care if your eyes fill with tears or he hurts you when he loses himself inside you. He doesn't care if you ask him to stop, your voice irritates him and all you achieve is to make him rougher. You've learned to be quiet and obey, to settle your body and relax your mind until it all passes. You know it never takes too long, but it's always torture.

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When you regain consciousness, Matt has already left, you shrink into yourself, hug your legs and feel a small stinging in your core. Slowly you sit up on the couch feeling your whole body protesting, your muscles aching. The hot water of the shower relaxes your tension, washes away the fluids coursing through your body and your mind clears completely. You rub a towel over your body, the mist in the mirror dissipates and you see in your reflection your reddened and slightly swollen cheek. You sigh, rubbing your hair and try to calm down a bit.

You go back down to the living room to clean up the mess, pick up the empty beer cans, your clothes and the ones Matt left there, put on a new washing machine and go out to the backyard to pick up the clothes you had laid out that morning. Your gaze then detects your neighbor's movement in his own yard, you glance sideways, he's sitting in the porch chair, smoking absentmindedly while rattling away on his cell phone. You swallow when he raises his head, his blue eyes focus on you, you smile in greeting and he shakes his head, responding.

You don't need to be very smart to realize he's not a very talkative man, he seems really busy on his phone. You pick up all your clothes and go into the house again ready to get on with your chores, however you stop when you open the fridge and discover there a meatloaf you made the night before, it's untouched, Matt didn't want dinner and you weren't hungry either. You smile and take it out of the fridge returning to the backyard, your new neighbor has pulled out his own clothes and is checking to see if the ropes that run along the porch are okay.

"Maybe you should change them." You tell him and smile as you see him fidget, not expecting you to speak to him. "This house has been empty for a while now and although the sun is nice, it's possibly rotted them out..." You comment with a shrug.

"Yes, I thought so..."

Suddenly you feel your cheeks redden, the man's voice is deep and raspy, with a small annoyed huff at the end of the sentence, as if it bothers him to talk. You look down, maybe that's it, maybe he's not interested in making friends or having a good relationship with his neighbors. You swallow and move a little closer to the fence, lifting the container of food in your hands.

"I-it's a meatloaf." You tell him. "I-I guess you don't have anything in the fridge, i-if you both just got here..."

"My brother doesn't live with me." He comments, again with that growl in his voice that gives you goose bumps. Russell has to stop right there, he's being disrespectful, he knows it, you're not to blame for his new direction in life. "But you're right, I have nothing to cook." He walks over to you and picks up the bowl. "Thank you..." He looks at you tilting his head slightly.

"Oh sure." You smile again and introduce yourself. "It's a pleasure..."

"Russell, Russell Welch."

"Nice to meet you, Russell." You say sincerely, he nods again, but doesn't add anything, his eyes are fixed on the food now in his hands, there's enough for a couple of servings so he can avoid going shopping until tomorrow. "I think Matt has some rope in the garage." You tell him then. "If you give me a minute you could change yours and hang up the clothes."

"Thanks." He repeats, but doesn't move, leaving you to walk over to the small structure on the side of the house and you go inside to get the rope.

Russell shifts his body weight from one foot to the other, uncomfortable. It's not like he's a loner, he has quite a few friends and has always been a sociable guy, always on his toes, work related, but sociable nonetheless. However, there's something holding him back towards you and your husband, the way Matt has approached them this morning tells him he's not an easy guy, despite his good intentions, Russell knows there's something more to it, an attempt to prove something, which Welch finds pathetic, he's old enough to be messing around with kids.

"Here you go." You tell him again, snapping him out of his thoughts, you hold out an unused coil of rope and he takes it, nodding again.

"I'll take off the damaged one and give it back to you." He promises you, but you shake your head.

"There's no rush, Matt replaced the rope in our house a couple of months ago, so at the moment we don't need any more, you can take your time." You assure him.

"Great. Thanks again, for the meatloaf."

This time you shake your head and walk away from the fence to go back inside the house. There's a small smile on your mouth, it's nice to be able to talk to someone even if it's about a stupid rope. You go back to your chores feeling more cheerful.

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Russell sets the bowl of food down on the kitchen counter, the rope still in his hand. He has seen that two of the four strings on the porch are quite deteriorated, closer to the sun, more exposed, which has caused them to rot sooner. He leaves the house and measures the size to make two new strips exactly the same and removes the old ones, the ones that are still good he reinforces them with two more strips and tightens them so that they are taut again, he does not want to put something heavier and longer and end up rubbing the ground. Just as he finishes he is winding up the leftover rope when he hears a knock at the door.

"Maybe it's my equipment." He speaks to himself going back inside the house.

"Hi, Russell!" He is greeted as soon as he opens the door, a woman with long brown hair, and big eyes greets him with a smile.

"Monica, I presume."

"Exactly, nice to finally meet you."

"Sure, uhm come in, sorry about the mess, I'm still picking everything up."

"No worries, remember you're still on your moving days." She smiles downplaying it and walks into the house. "Where will you be working?" She asks him curiously.

"In the living room for now, I have to get everything organized first."

"Of course, luckily it's not heavy equipment, so you'll be able to move it wherever you want without any problems." She encourages him by sitting down on the couch, takes off her backpack and from it pulls out a laptop.

It's small and light, but Russell assumes it has enough capacity to do the job. He sits down on the couch next to Monica and watches as she pulls out various cables and devices, laying them all out on the table. Some are long-range devices, ports to extend the network, a couple of books, and a webcam.

"Well, all of this is your basic equipment, simply to motor customers who live nearby or to contact those who sign up with our company."

"I'm going to be a tech service guy?"

"Pretty much..." She looks at him apologetically. "We don't have a security team, no bodyguards looking after famous people, sorry..."

"No, I guess... it's okay, I just thought I'd be more..."

"On the battlefield?" She jokes and denies again. "Our main function is to take care of our clients remotely, activate the cameras when there's an alarm signal, make sure of the problem, call the police if necessary or even activate a distraction protocol."

"Distraction protocol?"

"Some of our equipment comes equipped with some substances that when activated create a smoke in the room, confuses the person who has entered the house and gives more time for the police to show up." She informs him and seems really proud of it.

"Wow, that's interesting." He's surprised, he's not going to deny it, maybe the countryside seen from a chair isn't as boring as he thinks it is. "What if it's a false alarm? If it's triggered by mistake..."

"Before activating the cameras we give an error time, thirty seconds approximately, then we activate the cameras, if after that time and we activate, we see that it was a mistake, we simply disconnect again and warn the client with a call. It's very simple."

"Okay, I'll tell you when I start using it." He jokes and she laughs in amusement.

"Let me set all this up for you."

Russell lets her get to work as he gets up to go to the kitchen, the meatloaf catches his eye again, he finishes with the laundry and searches through the boxes for a couple of plates and some forks, when he returns, Monica has almost finished setting everything up.

"Are you hungry?" He asks her, setting the plate down on the head table.

"Wow, did you make that?" she asks curiously and gets up from the couch to walk over to him.

"It's a welcome gift." He admits and she smiles.

"Then I wouldn't want to disrespect anyone."

"I asked you, I don't think I'd eat it all, so... plus you had to come all this way, what less than inviting you."

"...That's fine." She smiles. "Accept."

Russell breaks the cake into two pieces and places each on a plate, then the two sit back down on the couch.

As they eat, Monica explains to him how each thing she has installed for him works, the main program and all its functions. Russell listens quietly, trying to absorb as much information as possible. Finally, maybe, his new job won't be as bad as he thought.

The door opens before Gabe can even knock, a brown haired woman greets him and quickly walks away down the street, Russell appears behind her, shortly after.

"Really, dude? You just moved in."

"Shut up, she's a co-worker." He commands him to shut up. "What are you doing here?"

"The guys called me, they're going to the usual bar tonight for a few beers, you in?"

His brother looks at him hesitantly, he still has things to do, boxes to empty, find his sheets to prepare the room, but he won't deny that he feels like seeing the guys, after a while away from the body he wants to know how everything is going without him around.

"Sure, give me a moment." He says going back inside to grab the rope he hasn't used and the plate where you had given him the meatloaf, already washed.

"What's that?" asks Gabe following him into the neighbors house.

"Some stuff Matt's wife left me." He answers without giving it any thought.

"Good thing you didn't trust him." He scolds him.

"I said his wife, not him." He rolls his eyes and knocks on the door.

It takes a few seconds to open, Matt is the one on the other side, he looks calm, but his breathing is heavy. The two brothers take a step back, tensing their shoulders, instinctively. Matt smiles, though it's not a kind gesture.

"Guys, how nice to see you, do you need anything?"

"No, I was just coming to return this to you." Russell says holding out the plate and string to him. "Thanks, I could use it to repair the ropes on the porch."

"Why? it's nothing, neighbor, like I said, whatever you need." He smiles again, something deadly flashes in his eyes.

"Is everything all right, Matt?" Gabe dares to ask.

"Yes, of course, forgive me guys, but my wife isn't feeling well, I have to tend to her." He apologizes tersely and closes the door almost with a bang.

"I guess we didn't catch them at the best time." His little brother comments, but Russell doesn't answer.

The two of them slowly walk away down the street, looking for their brother's car to go to the bar. Russell can't stop turning his head, you are sick Matt has said, but he has talked to you before and you were fine, you didn't seem feverish or in pain, what had happened in an hour since he came into the house with Monica? Maybe you were a person of fragile health, he knew people like that, who woke up fine in the mornings and as the hours went by their spirits were declining.

"So, that girl at your house..." His brother's words wake him up, losing his train of thought.

"Monica."

"Wow, but if she has a name, Monica, I like it, is hot... and so is she." He jokes, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"You know, I think it's about time you got a girlfriend, bro. It seems to me that your hand has become obsolete."

Joking and laughing the two brothers continue on their way to where Gabe has left the car and off they go to see the rest of their old crew.

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"Who knocked on the door?" you ask curiously as Matt enters the kitchen.

"I don't know, maybe you were expecting him." He answers and sets the plate down so hard on the table that it breaks in half, you jump in place.

"Oh God, Matt! You could have cut yourself!" You say in fright, running to him, holding his hand.

"Why did the neighbor have this in his house!" he jerks away from you and grabs your arms.

"Russell?" You ask in confusion.

"Russell... Do you know his name?"

"I-I... I was hanging out the laundry and his ropes were messed up..." Your grip gets tighter. "I just lent him the one you were using from the garage! We didn't need it, so I thought..."

"Don't think! You don't need to think anything!" He lets go of you abruptly and you stumble over your own feet, still shaking.

"Don't ever go near him again, or speak to him."

"But Matt..." You shush as his hand hits your cheek, again.

"What did I say to you before about repeat myself?"

"I-I'm sorry..." You whisper, lowering your head.

"Good, and now pick up this mess... you've got the house like a pigsty. Bitch." He growls and leaves you alone again in the kitchen.

When you feel the panic attack finally go away, you take a deep breath in through your nose as you pick up the pieces of the plate Matt has broken, throw it into a bag and take it straight out to the garbage can for the truck to take away that night. You pick up the rope heading back to the garage, you see that Russell has already been able to put his clothes away and you smile a little before going back inside and cleaning up, the house is clean, but you don't want to argue with Matt again.

The next day the alarm clock rings announcing your time to go to work. Matt is gone, he left for work early in the morning, he had an important meeting, he might spend the rest of the day away from home. You get out of bed, take a shower and look in the mirror, your reflection doesn't show anything out of the ordinary, your face is a little puffy, but it's something that can go unnoticed, you smile at your reflection, put on some makeup, adjust your hair and finish getting dressed. While you prepare your food for the day and pour your coffee in the thermos, you see that your neighbor has already dawned too, he has picked up the clothes outside and you see that there is light in the living room, from time to time you see his big shadow go from one side to the other.

The pot catches your attention, you finish preparing your pasta dish and put some in your lunch box and the rest you take with you, you grab all your things and leave the house going next door. Nervously you knock on the door and wait.

The door opens a little abruptly and behind it Russell appears on the other side. There is confusion on his face. You understand, it's too early.

"What are you doing here?" you'll never admit it but a shiver runs through you when your name comes out of his mouth.

"G-good morning, I brought you something to eat..." You swallow and raise your pot. "I-it's pasta, spaghetti." You look at him and smile nervously. "I guess you haven't gone shopping yet and well... I've overdone it..."

"I don't need your charity..." He growls and your smile falters.

"I-it's not that, it's just... I forgot that Matt isn't home and..."

"Nor your leftovers..." He repeats and you drop your arms.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just..." You stammer and feel stupid, you don't know each other at all, why should he agree to let you bring him food, why are you bringing him food in the first place? You'd better get on your way to your job and take care of your husband only. "Sorry, have a nice day." You say goodbye to him quickly.

You return home to leave the pot on the stove and take your car on your way to work.

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To be continued...

I'm so nervous!!

Hope you liked it!!

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