Lauren Jauregui Imagines

New beginnings

Lauren Jauregui, aka the most dangerous woman in the world.

She hated everyone, eve hates everything. Everything but her little girl.

Little Gracie Jauregui, the daughter of the psychopath.

She was being raised by her mother, being taught her ways.

Lauren felt something for the child, the girl would make her feel warm and fuzzy. Something she had never felt before.

The little girl gave Lauren a sense of sanity.

Gracie was turning four, following her Mama to a old abandoned playground.

Lauren let the child play, watching her from afar.

The little girl showed no emotion just like her Mama, but would sometimes laugh or smile when Lauren tickled her or said something she thought was funny.

The little girl curiously climbed on top of the monkey bars, looking out into the forest.

She swung her legs, her Mama watching her.

The girl knew better than to jump from that height, she also knew that being up there wasn't safe either.

But she loved it.

She loved the thrill, just like her Mama.

Lauren watched, a bit impressed in her daughter who stood on the edge of the monkey bars.

She was fearless, a smile on her lips.

Just like her mother, Gracie was practically mute.

She knew how to talk, but preferred silence.

Little Gracie got a bit closer to the edge and Lauren let her, knowing she needed to learn.

The child was tempted to jump, but she didn't.

She just stayed put, a smile on her lips.

Gracie's smile vanished when she heard a scream from inside the forest.

She hated loud sounds so she angrily got down and tugged her mother towards the sound.

Lauren followed her, having the same hatred towards loud sounds.

The mother gripped her knife in her hand, jaw clenched in anger.

They went in the direction of the sound, finding a man who was sexually assaulting a woman.

Gracie went for the girl while Lauren handled the man

The little girl shook her head, covering her ears to show that she didn't like the sound.

The young woman understood when a small hand covered her lips.

She nodded her head, stopping her shouts.

Lauren brutally murdered the man, stabbing him hundreds of times.

Gracie reached for her mother's hand, wanting to be picked up.

The Cuban lifted her child, not caring that she was covered in blood.

In fact Gracie liked this, she played with the sticky liquid that coated her mother's clothes and skin.

The woman was long gone, sprinted away and left them in the dust.

Lauren glared at the body, looking for the woman.

"Bye bye." The girl spoke, making the Cuban nod.

The mother brought her daughter home, a small cabin in the woods.