The Umbrella Academy Imagines and Preferences

Abused ~ Klaus Hargreeves ~

⚠ Trigger Warning ⚠

This chapter will contain scenes of physical and emotional abuse. If you are easily triggered by this, this may not be right for you.

(You and Klaus are 16 in this.)

Y/n's P.O.V.

I had just gotten out of school, and I was not looking forward to going back home. My father would constantly beat me until I was either unconscious, or I was bleeding. I was scared to go back home not only because of that but because I had gotten a bad grade on my chemistry test, and I knew he was going to be angry when he found out. When I was younger, we were a happy-go-lucky family. But since mom left him, he had changed into a different human being.

Most of his days consisted of drinking until he passed out. But, recently, he began abusing pain medications. That's when the beatings started. "There you are, you little rat! Get me another beer and be quick about it!" Father yelled when I entered the house. I set down my backpack and walked into the kitchen, grabbing another beer from the fridge along with a snack for me to eat. "Hurry up!" he called out again. "I'm coming, Jesus," I muttered under my breath.

I struggled to open the beer bottle with a can opener, and I heard the sound of footsteps approach the kitchen. I quickly looked over to see my father raising his hand and gave me a hard smack across the face that knocked me to the ground. He then started kicking me in the stomach, and I kept groaning in pain as the blows became harder and harder. "That should teach you a fucking lesson!" he snarled, spitting in my direction but barely missing my head.

He walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch while I remained crumpled up on the floor, trying to hold back tears. If only mother was here. I don't remember much from the night she left, but all I do remember is the sound of her yelling at my dad, saying that she hated the way he treated her and that she was filing for divorce and never coming back. But she forgot to take me with her.

I was angry, sad, and I felt betrayed. And I wished that I could leave this place behind me and start a new life. But every time I tried to leave, Father would find me and bring me back to this house and beat the living shit out of me. And even if I did decide to leave, I had nowhere to go. I had no friends. Well, except for him.

Klaus Hargreeves.

Klaus and I didn't spend a lot of time together growing up because of his strict father and all, but he knew about my dad and his violent behavior. He told me that if I ever needed to leave, that I could climb up the fire escape of his large house and tap on his window, and he would let me in.

I managed to pick myself off of the floor and walked back to my bedroom, where I cried a waterfall of tears into my pillow. And I kept asking myself the same question, "Why is Daddy so mean to me?" I lifted my head to look at the open closet in the corner of the room, where a black duffle bag was full of clothes and essentials. I had it in there just in case I needed to leave.

Carefully, I rolled out of my bed and crawled over to the closet, and grabbed the bag. I can't walk out the front door. He would surely come after me. There was only one other way out of the house. It was through the bathroom window that was big enough for me to crawl through. I walked to the bathroom and quietly opened the window, hoping that Father wouldn't hear me. But, from the loud snores coming from the couch, I knew he was sound asleep.

I unlocked the window and pushed it open all the way and stepped onto the toilet, crawling out of the abusive house. My bag was waiting for me in the bushes below, and when I fell, I landed on my back, the bag breaking my fall. Without hesitation, I grabbed the bag and ran down the street until I was sure that my father wouldn't be able to find me. I walked the few blocks to The Umbrella Academy and followed Klaus' instructions. Go up the fire escape and knock on the third window.

I got to the window, and through the curtains, I could see Klaus sitting on his bed, looking to the other side of the room. I knocked on the glass, loud enough to get his attention, and he got out of the bed and opened the window, and let me inside. "You couldn't take it anymore?" he asked, hesitantly reaching a hand out to me, I flinched a little, and I could see the heartbreak in Klaus' eyes.

"Oh, Y/n. Come here," he said, opening his arms for a hug. I flew into his arms and cried into his chest. "It's okay, your safe here," he whispered. I don't know how long we held each other, but all I do is that it was for a long time, and when I looked at the clock, I saw it was already 10:30 pm. The sound of footsteps approached his room, and he told me to hide in his closet. I took my bag there and waited for whoever was in the room with him to go away.

A little while later, Klaus told me I could come out, and I asked him where I was going to sleep. He answered, "You can sleep in bed with me," I was nervous, but I got into the bed anyway, and I could see Klaus wanted to wrap his arms around me but held back the urge. "You can cuddle me," I said, looking into his eyes. "Are you sure?" I nodded, and I felt him put an arm around my waist and pull me closer to him. Unconsciously, I put my head on his chest, and I fell asleep on his chest, knowing that I found someplace safe.

A/n: This imagine was hard for me to write. Because I can't imagine seeing a child get beat by the very people that brought them into this world. And it breaks my heart to hear stories of people who have been abused. I have not been in that situation, thankfully. Nevertheless, it's heartbreaking. I dream about being a mom one day, and I would never in a million years ever dream of hurting a child. If you or someone you know is being abused, call someone and get help. And if you need someone to talk to, Don't hesitate to PM me.

With love,

Duskprincess89 ☔💖