ayshe's ending!

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TW:
Abuse
Foul Language
Mention of Mental Illnesses

Note:
If you are going through any similar situations like these in this ending, please reach out to someone.
PM me if you'd like, but please, I don't want anyone to be going through this.

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14.

Reader's POV:

-Two Years After Reunion-

"PTSD,"
The doctor confirmed in a gentle voice.

I sighed softly.
"That adds up,"
I muttered harshly.

Anxiety, depression, now PTSD?

She frowned and gave me a gentle hug.

It seems like I got all the problems.

Ray, Norman, Emma, everyone. They were all okay, mentally.

Then there was me..

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I rushed into the house, heading to the back.

"Ayshe?"
I called out, looking around the wolf enclosure.

She peeked out from behind a tree.

"Y/n,"
She said in her normal soft voice.

I smiled and walked over to her.

The wolves surrounded me, jumping up and licking my face.

I sat down beside her and played with the wolves.

We ended up getting closer over the years since we shared the same interests.

Drawing mostly. We would sit down by the tree and draw.

She even taught me a bit of Demon language.

Although I knew she didn't fully trust me, I was glad she still was trying to trust me.

Ayshe pulled out her notebook, taking out a pencil.

She moved to sit in front of me, and so, she started sketching.

I chuckled softly, watching as she looked at me, tracing every feature I had visible with her eye, then she continued moving her pencil.

She murmured something under her breath, something in Demon Language.

"What does that mean?"
I asked.

It was a word she hadn't taught me yet.

Her cheeks flushed with pink.

"N-Nothing,"
She said softly.

I rose a brow but only laughed it off.
She continued drawing.

Once she was done, she flipped her paper over to show me a perfect and realistically drawn picture of me laughing.

"Woah..."
I said softly, looking at it with a bright smile.

"It looks amazing, Ayshe!"
I exclaimed.

She smiled and glanced down nervously.
She set her notebook down and I hugged her tightly.

"You're beautiful too.."
I murmured gently.

Her eyes went wide in surprise that I understood what she had said before.

"T-Thank you, Y/n,"
She said with a smile.

"Im just telling you the truth,"
I said with a chuckle, pulling away from her.

She pulled her hair up from covering her eye.
I couldn't hide my surprise as I saw her birthmark, it was beautiful.

"Why do you hide it?"
I asked, tracing it on her face.
It made her more beautiful than she already was.

She frowned.
"It just looks weird,"
She says softly.

"It looks beautiful to me,"
I told her softly, looking into her eyes.
She smiled softly

A bright smile took over her face.
"Thank you,"
She said with a nervous chuckle.

I simply smiled back.

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Mike Ratri met with Norman, Emma, Ray and I.
He wanted to tell us some news.

I knew it couldn't be good, because he brought me into this.

"Hello, children,"
He said softly as we entered his office.

"Yo,"
Ray said.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Ratri,"
Norman and Emma said.

"Sup, Mistake,"
I said, sitting down on the chair in front of him.

He decided to ignore that.

"As you know, I have a grandson named Peter,"
He said.

"Named after the Rat I watched die? Yuh,"
I said, fake yawning.

Ray snickered, high fiving me under the table.

Norman and Emma tried to hide their laughter.

"Yes. Well, he's the same age as you all. And my daughter is looking for a suitor for him,"
He continued.

My brows furrowed. What is this?

"I thought that Emma would be the best choice,"
He said. Her face went into horror.

I stood up, glaring at him.

"Ah, I knew this would happen. I know you three are very protective over her,"
He said.

"Protective, my ass. I'm not letting you force her into a relationship,"
I said, grabbing him by his collar and glaring at him.

"Calm down, Y/n,"
Emma said softly.

"No! If he thinks he can get away with this simply because he's rich and has the last name of Rats then he's got his head up his ass!"
I yelled.

"Let me be your shits suitor. You're not giving her to him,"
I growled, tightening my grip on his neck.

Memories of what I did to Peter Ratri flooded my mind, but I tried to keep focus on the situation.

"Y/n,"
Norman said sternly.

I dropped the old white man and sat back down.

"Do we have a deal? You put your hands or eyes on her again and you're dead. I'll be your grandson's suitor."
I said, putting my hand out to him.

He gulped but soon shook my hand.

The guards around us soon backed down.

Ray took my hand, Norman stood behind me, so close that I felt if I breathed he would grab me into a bone crushing hug.
Emma kept her eyes on the guards, glaring at them.

"Deal,"
Mike said, straightening his tie.

"Good. Tell me the details later,"
I growled.

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I sat down with the baby rat, watching his every move.
He looked a lot like Peter, minus the weird hair.

"Y/n, it's a pleasure to meet you,"
He said.

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Peter,"
I said with a fake smile.

And so, my misery began.

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I never got to graduate.
Instead I got married to Peter at 18.

Peter was nice.
Well, he started out nice.

He started out as a nice guy who I loved to be around.
He actually took me seriously and helped calm me down when I had a breakdown or flashbacks happened.
Although I could never love him romantically, I loved to have him by my side.

Then, he started to change.

He grew more possessive, not letting Ray or Norman around me.

He grew mean and got into more drugs and alcohol.
He always tried to manipulate me.
He... He wasn't Peter.

I let out a sigh, sitting next to Ayshe at the dinner table.

"Y/n, it's been a while. How have you been?"
Mike asked, taking a sip of his wine.

"F-"
I cleared my throat.
"Fine,"
I said softly, glancing at my plate.

"That's good,"
He smiled.

Peter was sitting beside me, his hand on mine, smiling innocently.

Emma glanced at me.
"A-Are you sure? Your voice is strained,"
She said with a frown.

I nodded, biting my lip to not break down crying.
Peter tightened his grip on my hand.

Ayshe glared at him.

She was the only one I could have around that he didn't care about.
'She's mute, I don't care' is what he said. Little did he know, she wasn't.

Everytime we met up, she only cussed at him in Demon language whenever she had the chance.
Along with that, she comforted me and drew with me.

Ayshe knew my current situation and wanted to grab her gun and shoot him until he was literally nothing, but she knew she couldn't do that.

Norman and Ray were glaring at Peter, although the rat pretended not to see it.

Now, Jemima, Yvette, and Chris... I'm glad they had no guns around because they were mad.

I took a deep breath, eating my food.

"Y/n,"
Emma said softly.

"Yes?"
I asked, looking up to her.

The look she gave me was heartbreaking.
I was here because I didn't want her to go through hell with him, she felt this was her fault.

I gave her a bright smile.
"It's okay,"
I said softly.

Once Mike was done eating and left, chaos erupted.

Jemima, Yvette, and Chris all charged at Peter, tackling him down.
"You big meanie!!"
They said.

"Y/n! Y/n! Get these little people off of me!"
He yelped.

"Guys,"
I said softly, shaking my head at them.

They frowned.
"You're defending trash, Y/n,"
Yvette said.

"I-I'm defending.. My husband,"
I muttered, looking away from them once they got off of Peter.

Peter smirked.
"Thank you, honey,"
He said, pecking my cheek.
He grabbed my hand once again and I put on another smile.

Misery drowned me.

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Ayshe hugged me tightly, not wanting me to leave.
"Please. You don't have to go back to him,"
She said, tears in her eyes.

My eyes widened slightly and I frowned.

"I'm sorry,"
I choked out.

"Y/n!"
Peter yelled in an angry tone.

I flinched and Ayshe rested my head on her shoulder.

More memories filled me, it felt like I was going back to a time and watching it all happen.

"Y/n! Get back here,"
Peter said with a small laugh.

I chuckled and continued running, hiding behind the couch.
He tripped over the chair and we burst into laughter.

"Y/n,"
His voice was deep and full of anger.

"What's wrong?"
I asked gently.

"Where the hell have you been?"
He asked with a glare, grabbing my hair and pulling me towards him.

"I just went to drop Ayshe off at home,"
I said, wincing as he pulled me by my hair.

"Why did it take so long?"
He asked.

"We grabbed some food on the way..."
I said softly, tears brimming in the corner of my eyes.

"Stupid... I bet it was with my money too, hm? You're useless without me, aren't you?"
He asked with an amused smirk.

"Y-Yeah,"
I murmured, no, it was with my own.

He rolled his eyes and let me go.

"Let's go home, darling,"
He said in a sweet tone.

"I don't want to,"
I muttered.

"What was that?"
He growled.

Ayshe's wolves surrounded us, barring their teeth at him.

"I said I don't want to,"
I spoke louder.

"What are you talking about? Let's go home,"
He said, reaching down to me.

One of Ayshe's wolves snapped, almost biting his hand.
He flinched and glared at the wolf.

Ayshe glared at him, holding me closer.
I grit my teeth, wishing he had no power over me,

I couldn't hurt him like I did to Mike and Peter.
He made me weaker on purpose, so I couldn't do anything to him.

"Now!"
He yelled.
"Darling,"
He said much more softer.

I found myself leaving Ayshe's arms and leaning onto him.
"Good girl,"
He said, patting my head.

Then, grabbing my chin, he forced me to look at him.
"Never do that again,"
He said, glaring at me.

I nodded.

"Say it,"
He said.

I shook my head. He couldn't do anything with Ayshe here... right?
Unfortunately, I was wrong.
He slapped me.

Ayshe's eyes went wide.
The wolves all started barking.

"You... I'll kill you,"
Ayshe spoke softly, standing up and pointing her gun at him.

"Ayshe-"
I was cut off once I noticed Emma, Norman, and Ray were also there.

"Peter,"
Ray said in a low, angry voice.

"You're going to jail for the rest of your life and no one, I mean no one will bail you out. I want to see you moving rocks for the rest of your life,"
He added, pulling out a badge.

It was fake obviously, Ray would never be a part of the police, he hated them, but it scared the hell out of Peter and he tried to run. Norman grabbed him.

Emma rushed up to me and hugged me.
"You're free, you're gonna be okay,"
She said.

My eyes widened.
Ayshe took me back into her arms and I knew. I knew I was finally free again.

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Ray was right, no one could bail Peter out.
The only time I saw Peter again was when I was able to get divorced from him.

But from then on, he was just a horrible memory.

Ayshe and I stayed together.
She didn't want to leave my side, but it wasn't in the way Peter had done it.

She wanted to be loving and caring to me, and she was.

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I was drawing her, my brows furrowing as I tried to draw her hair.
She smiled and gave me a few tips.

Once I was finished, it looked like her, more or less.

She burst into laughter and I did the same.
"It looks great!"
She said, then pointed to how bad I drew her hands.

We both laughed about it for a while.

"Besides the hands, it looks great, Y/n,"
She said softly.

"Thanks,"
I smiled, happy I drew her birthmark correctly.

She laid down next to me, looking at the drawing once again.

Her wolves kept us warm as they lay around us.

She took off her shawl and put it on both of us.
She snuggled closer to me and I smiled brightly.

Then, she pulled something out of her pocket.
A bright blue flower.

She gave it to me, her face red and unsure.

"It's pretty!"
I smiled, smelling it.

She spoke in her language and my eyes widened but I soon smiled.
"I love you too..."
I said softly.

She hugged me tightly, a bright smile on her face.
I wrapped my arms around her.
The wolves' tails wagged as they watched us.

It was demon tradition, she told me later, that if a demon liked another demon, they would give them a bright blue or red flower to signify their love.

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10.20.2020
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