mighty ducks boys imagines & preferences

hope ur ok - adam banks

tw - slight mentions of abuse

Adam had been more distant lately, especially after he was forced to join the Ducks if he wanted to continue hockey. Being neighbors our whole lives, I knew him pretty well. We have rooms right next to eachother, so we always would write something down on a paper and put it to the window for the other to see. Lately, he's been closing his curtains when he sees me. I don't know what happened, but I'm determined to find out. I walked over to their house and rang the doorbell. His mom opened the door. "Hey Mrs. Banks! I was wondering if I could talk to Adam. His curtains are closed and I'm bored." "Sure sweetie. You know where it is." I walked upstairs to his room and knocked on the door. "Dad, please don't come in." "Well I'm sure glad I'm not your dad." A few seconds later the door opened.
"Y/n?" "Hey Adam. I wanted to make sure you were ok." "Come in." He closed the door behind me and locked it.
"Why are you wearing long sleeves indoors? You've never worn a long sleeve inside. You hate it." "I..." "What's wrong Adam?" He sighed and pulled off his shirt. There were bruises and cuts all over. "Oh my god! Adam? Who did this?!" "Shhh. Keep it down. I don't want him hearing." "Him... IT WAS YOUR DAD?!" I jumped up and ran to the door. "Y/n! Please..." "I'm talking to him. He can't treat you like that." I threw open the door and stomped downstairs to where Mr. Banks was sitting on the couch. "Mr. Banks? WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? YOUR SON IS UP THERE WITH BRUISES AND SCRATCHES ALL OVER HIS BODY! THAT YOU GAVE HIM! A FATHER DOES NOT TREAT HIS KID LIKE THIS, NO MATTER WHAT! YOU'RE A DISGRACE!" I ran back upstairs to Adam. "Pack a bag. You're staying with me until your dad gets his stuff figured out. I refuse to let you get another bruise from him." He stood up and threw some random stuff in a bag before I grabbed his hand and pulled him downstairs. "HE'S STAYING WITH ME! AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT! YOU'RE LUCKY I'M NOT CALLING CPS!" I pulled Adam out the door and into mine. I grabbed his bag and dropped it into the guest bedroom before pulling him to my room.
When we got there, I made him sit down on my bed before I grabbed some hydrogen peroxide and some q-tips. I cleaned up all his cuts and handed him one of his t-shirts. "You'll be okay Adam." I grabbed him and pulled him into a hug. "I hope you know how proud I am you were created." We both began to cry and I pulled him into another.

3 years later
Adam and I just started high school at Eden Hall, and had been dating for a year. I make sure that his dad doesn't touch him in any way that could result in bruises or scratches. And every night I tell him, "I hope that you're happier today, cause I love you, and I hope that you're okay."