Forbidden Romance (James x Reader)

A Lonely Childhood

I've always had a rough time being myself, but it only got worse after I lost my mother at the age of four. I didn't fit in anywhere, and my own father disowned me, blaming me for my mother's death. He locked me in a dingy basement and never let me out except when I was on my way to school. I looked so much like my mother that my father couldn't bear even the thought of my face. I had always had a hard time making friends, and people started to look down on me even more when I lost my father two years later to the day that my mom died. All I have left of my family is my mother's anchor pendant, which had one small emerald in the middle. Things surely started shaping up for me, though. Shortly after being adopted into my second abusive foster family, I made my first friend in what must've been years. I was eight at the time, and was often referred to as "the freak with no family".  My foster sister Lily and a few of her friends were beating me in the school courtyard with rods, branches, and even leather belts that they happened to wear daily. I was in so much pain that I thought I was done for... I closed my eyes tightly, bracing myself for the painful blows that would potentially kill me, but they never came. Shocked, I opened my eyes to see what was going on. A boy about my age was standing in front of me, as if to shield me from their weapons, and as they went to swing their items at him, he surprisingly grabbed them mid-air and said, "Get away from them, otherwise, you won't like what I'm going to do to you!" Startled, Lily and her friends ran like terrified puppies towards the girls' locker room. I was still on the ground, looking at the boy who had saved my life. He had a kind, gentle face, with green eyes so vivid, I constantly felt my eyes wandering back to them. His shoulder length periwinkle hair was just so cool, I couldn't help but want to feel it between my fingers. "Are you going to get up yet?" The boy asked, snapping me out of my little daydream. I quickly responded, "Yeah, I-I'll get up." I struggled to try to stand, but my right ankle was so sore I could barely kneel. "I'm James," the boy said, stretching his hand out towards me. "Thanks for saving me, James. I'm Y/N." As I said those few words, I could hear my voice shaking. Still kinda scared, I reached up and grabbed James' outstretched hand, and pulled myself up. The moment my right foot touched the ground, I couldn't help but collapse back onto the ground. James called for the nearest teacher, who immediately dismissed all students from the courtyard and went to get the nurse. The next day, I sat with James at lunch, and we talked about our pasts and how we had gotten to this point in our lives, and then laughing and exchanging jokes, we had become instant best friends, and from that day, we were inseparable. We spent every day together for six years, until he joined Team Rocket. After that, I started hearing from him less and less, until eventually, he changed his contact information and we stopped communicating altogether. I couldn't help but miss him, however, I knew that I'd meet him again, I HAD to!