Emma Watson Oneshots/Imagines

Scars (2)

Ever since Emma had seen (Y/n)'s scars, they hadn't talked about it too much. (Y/n) didn't want to talk about what had happened during his childhood and Emma respected that. They kept going on with their lives normally until one day.

(Y/n)'s father had never went to jail for his actions since (Y/n) wanted to stay far away from him and ever see him again. He had never faced a punishment for it, so he was free this whole time. (Y/n) knew he wasn't in jail, but he never thought that his dad would show up again. He had never cared about his son, so why would he bother showing up now?

On a Saturday morning, (Y/n) and Emma were having some breakfast together when someone knocked on the door.  "I'll get it. It's probably a package being delivered or something." (Y/n) told Emma, getting up and answering the door.

"(Y/n)." The person said, and (Y/n) immediately knew who it was. It was none other than his father. "Leave. Go away. I don't want to see you." (Y/n) muttered, closing the door. His father stuck his foot in front of the door, preventing it from closing. "That's no way to treat your father is it? Be nice." His father told him. "And all the abuse I received from you was no way to treat your son, is it? Now leave!" (Y/n) exclaimed, getting both scared and impatient.

"(Y/n)? Love? Who's at the door?" Emma called out. "Nobody! Everything's fine!" (Y/n) answered, hoping she wouldn't come and see. "Who's the girl?" His father asked, staring (Y/n) down. "My girlfriend. Now, for the last time, leave! I don't want you here!" He yelled, a bit too loud because a few seconds later Emma came over.

"Love, who's this?" Emma asked, seeing (Y/n)'s father standing in the doorframe. "You haven't told your girlfriend about me?" His father asked. "I have. She won't want you here either." Was the response. "So...who is he (Y/n)?" Emma repeated. "My father." (Y/n) whispered.

"Leave. Get out. Don't come back. I don't want to see you here ever again, leave. Now." Emma told his father through gritted teeth, grabbing (Y/n)'s hand. "Now, why can't we be peaceful? I've come to redeem myself, to connect with my son again." His father explained. "Yeah, not happening. I don't like you, I never will. So, leave. Go away. I never want to see you again." (Y/n) announced.

And that was when all hell broke loose. His father sent (Y/n) a slap on the face, hard. Emma nearly lost it, calling the police before she did anything else. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Why would you ever hit your son!? He's done nothing wrong! He doesn't deserve your abuse, nobody does! You are vile, truly vile! You are quite possibly the worst person I've ever met! (Y/n) doesn't need you! You've traumatized him enough! Don't ever come back here!" Emma shouted, (Y/n) holding her back before his father did anything to her.

The next few minutes went by in a blur, the police arrived and his father was handcuffed and taken into custody, before both (Y/n) and Emma were questioned. Emma's was the fastest, since she only needed to explain what had happened today, where (Y/n) had to explain his whole childhood and show the evidence to prove it, with Emma staying with him for moral support. After an hour or so, the police had left the house, and everything was peaceful for a few minutes.

"Are you okay?" Emma asked softly, taking his hand in hers. "Fine." (Y/n) mumbled, not making eye contact with her. "You don't have to lie to me. Don't shut me out. (Y/n), please talk to me." Emma pleaded. "I'm fine. Didn't ever expect to see him again but he's in jail now so, I'm fine. I was a bit scared but I'm fine now." He explained. "He won't hurt you anymore. You're safe here, with me. I love you (Y/n), a lot." Emma whispered. "I love you too Em."

The rest of the day was quiet, both people opting to stay inside and just relax for the day, unwinding from the previous events. There would be a court hearing eventually, but with a quick look at (Y/n)'s back was enough evidence to earn his father many years in jail. Everything was going to be okay.