Outerbanks Imagine

Pain - The Pogues

⚠️Trigger warning of abuse!⚠️

'Okay, what are we doing here?' Kiara asks as we're standing in front of the Crain house. It's the middle of the night and you all wanted to stay up the entire night and have fun. You had the idea of going to the Crain house to have a little scary night.

'Just a little fun,' you smile.

'Fun? At the Crain house? How high are you right now?'

'No. It's hi, how are you? You should know.'

'Oh my god. Did you still my stash again?' Your brother JJ asks.

You turn back and look at him. 'Me? No, I would never do that. But you should find a better hiding place for it.'

John B and Pope laugh.

'But the Crain house, sis? Why?'

'Just to get the adrenaline pumping a little bit. You know, the stories go that ms. Crain killed her husband Leon with an axe. She hid the body under the house. Her daughter, Hollis, who babysat JJ and I, found the body with the skull looking straight into her eyes. Maybe more bodies are buried here.'

'Nope. I'm not doing this. I'm out,' Kiara says as she stands up.

'I agree. Are you never scared of anything, Y/N?' Pope asks.

'Yeah, dying alone. That's why I brought you.'

All your friends look at you.

'What?'

'You suck at thinking of activities,' John B says.

JJ pulls you up and the five of you walk back to Twinkie.

'Fine, you pussy's. Now what?' You asks when you're sitting in the Twinkie. You grab a joint out of your pocket.

'For one, keeping the signal clear,' JJ says and grabs the joint out of your hand.

You roll your eyes. 'Says you.'

'Yep, says me.'

'But what are we going to do now? We wanted to have a fun night,' you say. To be true, you just didn't want to go home.

'We can just chill at the chateau,' John B suggests.

'The storm is coming tomorrow, so maybe we should just get a good night sleep?'

You roll your eyes. 'You're no fun,' you mumble.

'What is going on with you? Why are you so sad? There is so much goodness in the world,' Kiara says.

'And why do I have asthma? There is so much air in the world?'

'Fair point,' John B says.

'And that's why you shouldn't smoke,' JJ states.

'I can smoke if I want. You're not my dad.'

JJ stares at you, but doesn't say anything for a moment. 'Fine. Smoke as much as you want. Like I care,' he says and hands you the joint again.

You take it from him and light it. You arrive at the chateau. Everybody else heads inside, while you walk down to the dock. You don't feel like socializing right now. You lean against the railing and blow out the smoke.

'Can I join?' John B stands next to you.

'Sure. Want a hit?'

'No, thanks. I just wanted to talk to you. What is going on?'

'The usual.'

'As in...?'

'My dad. While JJ is out working, dad takes it out on me. I don't blame JJ for working, like we need it to eat. But I get yanked out of my bed as soon JJ leaves. It's the first thing he does in the morning. And somehow he stays away from my face, so nobody notices. And that's why I smoke so much, to stop the pain.'

'Y/N... Does JJ know this?'

'No and you're not going to tell him either. He will just worry or stop working and we need the money. So, shush. No telling my brother. Don't make regret saying this to you?'

'You won't. You can stay here, if you want.'

You shake your head. 'That will just worry JJ. It's nothing I can't handle.' You smoke the last of your joint and then make your way to the chateau.

☆

It's early in the morning and everybody is asleep. As quiet as you can, you get up and make your way to the house. If your dad doesn't see you in bed when he storms in, you're dead.

You climb through the window, but the door of your bedroom is standing wide open and your dad is sitting on the couch, looking right at you.

'So, the little slut does decide to come home. Where have you been all night, huh? And where is that fuck up of a brother of you.' He stands up from the couch and walks over to you. You quickly make your way back to the window, to try and get out, but your dad is faster and he grabs you by your hair and drags you further into the house. He throws you on the ground and starts to kick you in the stomach.

'Dad stop, please!' You wince in pain as your dad continues kicking you. Time slows and  with every kick it feels like a second passes. One kick follows after another and hurts more and more every time. It has never been this bad. You try to keep your eyes open, to stay awake, but you're slowly losing.

'Y/N! Dad?' You hear someone yelling in a distance.

'Get off her!'

The kicking stops, but the pain is still getting worse.

'Y/N, stay with me. Come on. Open your eyes.'

You try to look around and see who it is, but your head hurts and your vision is blurry. This is it. This is the end... And that's when you slowly close your eyes.

☆

'Guys, I think she is waking up.'

You slowly open your eyes. Every inch of your body is hurting. You slowly look around the room. You're in John B his room at the chateau. JJ is sitting next to you, while JB, Pope and Kiara are standing at the end of the bed.

'Y/N?'

You slowly turn your head to the side and look at JJ. 'Hi.'

'How are you feeling?'

'In pain.'

'Why didn't you tell me?'

'It wouldn't make a difference. We need the money, J.'

'Come on Y/N, you should've told me.'

'It's okay. I'm okay.' You want to lay your hand on his hand, but you can't even move your arm.

JJ looks at you with fear in his eyes. 'No... No you're not. Y/N, you can't even move your arm because it's probably broken or you're in so much pain, I don't know. And we can't take you to the doctors, because they will send us away and put us into the system. But you're not okay.'

'I...' Tears well up in your eyes. You're so tired and in pain, you don't have the energy to fight. 'I can't do this now, J...'

He slowly lays his hand on yours. 'It's okay. We'll talk later.' He presses a kiss on your forehead and walks out if the room.

'We're here for you if you need anything. Just yell,' Kiara says.

You slowly nod before you close your eyes again.

☆

After a few days, you slowly start to feel better. You figured your wrist is indeed broken and probably a rib or two as well. But you're slowly getting back on your feet.

'So what are we going to do about that? Because this can't go on Y/N. He never hurt us this bad. If John B didn't tell us what was going on, you would be dead. Man, I just thought you were out for a walk or something,' JJ confesses.

A slight sigh rolls over your slips. 'I don't know. If we stay here, dad will just come looking for us.'

'Well, we let him. We'll just stay here with John B, stay clear of dad and CPS. We'll be okay.'

'Let's hope so, J.'