Lauren Jauregui Imagines

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"When the hell were you going to tell me you fucking replaced me?!" Lauren shouted at her mother after just finding a girl settled in her old bedroom.

"We didn't replace you Lauren-"

"Yeah then what is she-"

"Mom! It's happening again!" Taylor rushed down the stairs.

Clara immediately rushed to get the care items she needed to care for the distraught girl while Mike shot out of his seat.

Lauren followed, curious.

Y/N was sobbing into her hands after another terrible nightmare, curled up in the corner.

"Shh, baby Mama is here. Mama's got you." Clara spoke, bringing the girl against her chest to get her breathing under control.

"Wait downstairs, Lauren." Mike commanded, easing the small girl's inhaler over her lips.

"Breathe, baby. There you go." He spoke, coaxing the girl to calm down.

Lauren did as told, going downstairs.

Taylor laid in bed with the small girl, holding her close.

She was terrified.

Clara and Mike went downstairs to find their oldest daughter after making sure the girl was okay.

Clara sighed, taking a seat at the table.

"Lauren... she needed us. She was abused and was raised by a psychopath that thought terrifying her was fun. She doesnt know the things we do, Lauren. She wasn't taught the things we were taught. She barely knows her own name for Christ's sake. No one else would take her in and we had to make arrangements. She's sick, barely fighting to stay living. The doctors said with one more strong attack she won't make it." Lauren's father was a policeman, he had been in search for one specific killer since she was born.

"We still don't know who kept her in that cabin. When we found her, she was alone." Clara spoke, tears in her eyes.

"Okay." Lauren understood, nodding her head.

"We can move her into Taylor's room. She needs to sleep with someone anyway." Mike spoke with a nod.

Y/N's POV
"Ucky!" I giggled, playing with the toy while I was being washed.

"That's right, baby. Ducky." Clara replied, rinsing my hair.

"Look, Y/N. That is Lauren." Clara pointed at the tall woman.

I was tired, rubbing my eyes but continuing to splash and play in the water.

"How old is she?" I heard Lauren ask.

"She's twenty two. But with the lack of knowledge, her mind is around the age of a three year old." Clara spoke, pushing my hair away from my face.

I yawned and she lifted me up, wrapping me in a towel.

I pointed at the direction of Taylor's room.
"You can go see Taylor as soon as we're done, baby. Maybe she can feed you." Clara spoke, getting me dressed.

Lauren's eyes found my stomach, running over how my ribs stuck out as Clara dressed me, placing a padded diaper around my hips.

Clara adjusted the tube that went in my nose and through my esophagus to my stomach. It was easier to feed me that way than trying to get me to eat and keep it down.

She took the old tube out, looking at Lauren for some help.

"Lauren, will you give me the medical tape please?" Lauren opened the drawer and her eyes watched as her mother changed my tube.