This is a one shot or mini series that has a variety of different scenarios and imagines for most situations in all types of shape or feeling
Includes:
Chicago fire
The originals
Chicago med
Twilight
Avengers
Vampire diaries
Disclaimer: reque...
He left the room whilst I was showering to wash off all the make up and I heard him in my room breaking things
Once I was done he walked in and handed me clothes and told me to put them on quickly
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Once I was done he pulled me out of the bathroom and to my trashed room. I gasped as tears leaked from my my eyes at the state of it. Everything was everywhere, nothing was where it was supposed to be
"What did you do?" I cried. He rolled his eyes and positioned me in front of a floor to ceiling window.
"Look at yourself." He snarled into my ear. I looked in the mirror and saw my bruised up body. I was like a canvas full of blues, yellows and purples, and he found satisfaction in it. With my makeup now off from my shower my face, and neck was also on show adding to his pleasure "You can't do anything on your own. Your mine! AND YOU DECIDED TO LEAVE!" he raised his fist and put it down on my jaw. He did it a second time but a bit higher up this time knocking me to the floor stomach first. I cried out but gasped and he kicked my stomach to flip me over feeling my blood trickle down my face and onto my neck
"Please!" I gasped. He laughs and bent down a second before punching and kicking me once more. I frantically looked around for something. The first sharp thing I found I picked up and plunged it into his foot. I took his moment of weakness to my advantage and rushed to the bathroom. He was right on my tail but I eventually got the door to shut, so he hit it. Kicked it, anything to get me with him. He shouted as he did it while I sobbed on the other side
"I'm sorry!"
"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR"
"Please.. I won't do it again!"
"OPEN IT"
"Please!"
Severides POV
Brett and dawson laughed as they sat down taking their coats off
"Hey where's Ayla?"
"With her boyfriend" hermann laughed at my tone
"Husband actually" he corrected
"Whatever" I muttered
"What?!" Dawson shouted
"She's with her husband" hermann repeated
"He's gonna kill her" Brett muttered
"What?" Hermann asked with wide eyes. Everyone from 51 turned to look at her
"He wasn't supposed to come. She came here to get away from him. He's abusive we walked in the toilet to see her face marked as well as her neck. She said he's gonna kill her if he finds where she is" she choked out
"Brett don't lie at a time like this" hermann said getting angry
