? ??????? ????? ? Sal Fisher X reader (discontinued)

"you bitch! are you cheating on me or with that...freak!" damon said, seeing sal and his prosthetic.

"he is not a freak!" you yelled, trying to stand up to damon, he was kinda intimidating..

"i'll fucking beat this little pipsqueak!" he shoved you to the side, you hit the corner of your dresser and yelped in pain, falling to the ground.

he walked towards sal, but sal quickly maneuvered around damon, running out to the living room, standing behind the couch to try and get some distance.

you heard yelling and even some crashing.

sal came running into your room, trying to shut the door and lock it, but damon slammed his body into the door, sending sal onto the floor.

"shit-!" sal yelped as he watched damon grab sals guitar.

"this yours?" damon said, threatening to break it.

"dont fucking break my shit man!" sal said, going to get up.

you watched damon bash sals guitar over sals head, sal fell back down.

"sal!" you tried to go to him, damon grabbed you by your hair and pulled you off the ground.

"your not fucking helping him!" damon shouted before tossing you onto the floor, kicking you in the stomach.

you hugged your stomach, you felt like throwing up.

your body was aching, your hands and knees hurt, your back was in pain.

you watched as damon nearly beat the living shit out of sal, he broke his mask in half (the pink part broke off the white).

sal was still putting up a fight but was struggling.

you grabbed your phone and texted the group chat.

The ghost busters (ash, sal, larry, Y/N)

Y/N: help

larry: what's wrong

Y/N: sal

larry: the hell happened to sal?!

Y/N: getting beat up, help

you heard larry burst in, larry was the same kind of height and build as damon.

"get off my fucking brother!" larry said, punching damon in the head, they both started fighting, slamming each other into things and breaking stuff.

you crawled to sal, he didn't look very good, his nose looked like it was broken, his eyes were struggling to stay open, he was bleeding from his nose and his glass eye had fell out.

"i called the police!" you heard ash say, running in with todd close behind her.

larry shoved damon onto the ground and grabbed my baseball bat and held it up, threatening to hit him.

"fucking...bastard-" sal said, trying to sit up.

"sal please just rest your not in good condition-" you said, trying to make him rest his head.

you looked at sals knuckles, they were bruised and bleeding, you grabbed a towel and wrapped his hands up.

you could hear your mom walk in, she was home from work.