Bucky Barnes Imagines Vol. 1 (BB X Reader)

Scars

A/N: This story is going to delve into domestic abuse and self-harm. If these subjects are a trigger for you, please skip this this portion of the imagines. If you are experiencing domestic abuse or are self-harming, know that there is help. Speak to someone you trust and don't be afraid to ask for help. You are loved and appreciated more than you know!

"How many times do I have to warn you, Y/n? Huh, you stupid fucking whore?!"

You're yanked up from the ground by your hair as your boyfriend punches you in the face again. It's useless to ask him to stop, but you still find yourself begging for his mercy.

"Dylan, please stop! I didn't do anything."

"You didn't do anything? Are you fucking kidding me?"

Dylan punched you again and then let your body fall to the floor with a thud. He squatted over your crumpled body.

"I told you not to say shit to anyone before we left for dinner. I would order for you and you would keep your head down. And then what do you do, you little slut? You flirt with our goddamn waiter!"

"I wasn't flirting with him, Dylan. I promise. I just said thank you." You slurred through your already swollen, busted lip.

Dylan grabbed you by the throat this time and pulled your upper body off the floor.

"You looked up at him and gave him the same smile you gave me when we first met. You think I don't know when you're flirting, baby?"

"I swear." You sobbed. "I-I promise. I wasn't flirting."

"Shut up!"

The back of his hand cracked against your face and the force threw you backwards. Your head bounced off the wooden floor and a cry of pain burst from your lips. Dylan stood up and swiped his hand through his hair then rubbed his hand across his mouth.

"I don't want to hurt you, Y/n. If you'd just listen to me then I wouldn't have to. You brought this on yourself."

Dylan walked off leaving you laying on the floor crying and curled up on your side. Soft sobs shook your body and tears puddled under your face. Things weren't this bad in the beginning. Dylan was kind and had a magnetic personality that drew you to him. As time went on you saw his true personality, but it was too late. He broke you down until you thought you didn't deserve better. He reinforced that he was the only man that would ever love and want you.

If the pattern continued, you knew what would happen. You'd end up dead at his hands. You pushed yourself up from the floor and stumbled down the hallway to the bathroom. After flipping the lock on the door, you turned on the light switch and looked in the mirror. Your face was already swelling and you knew there would be ugly bruises from his fists. Pain was shooting through your head where you hit the floor and blood trickled from your split lip and cut cheek. Your left arm was screaming in protest as you tried to move it to relieve some of the stiffness in your shoulder.

Your tears mixed with the blood on your face and you knew that this had to be the last time. The next time you'd end up with worse than a concussion and a few cuts and bruises. You pulled your phone from your back pocket and clicked on the name of the one person you knew would drop everything to come help you. If you tried to leave on your own, Dylan wouldn't stop after a few hits.

The phone shook in your hand as you waited for your uncle to pick up on the other end. It had been about a year since you'd seen him, but you knew without a doubt he'd answer. When you started dating Dylan, he pulled you away from your uncle little by little and you didn't even realize it....until he blatantly told you that he didn't want you around your uncle or his friends. You quit your job as your uncle's assistant because Dylan told you that it was interfering in your relationship. You were hesitant, but he was a master manipulator and you agreed after a bit of protesting.