Awsten Knight Imagines

Escape from reality (ANGST) (READ TW)

TW:: mentions of SH, ED, abuse, alchoholism, and probably more.

I walked into my house after school, my dads car was in the driveway. Oh shit. My parents were divorced and I lived with my mom, why the fuck was he here?

I walked up to my room, trying to be as quiet as I could. I walked up the stairs, thanking god that none of them creaked and snuck into my bedroom, quietly closing the door and setting my stuff down.

I was sitting in bed on my phone until I heard my mom and dad screaming back and forth, my dads words were slurred so obviously he was drunk.

"Y'know, maybe if you weren't a fuck up, drunk, and deadbeat your daughter would have some kind of bond with you! But all you do is sit around and drink! You drink until you pass out and you do this shit every fucking day Thomas!" My mom yelled, I heard a glass break and it made me jump. I didn't wanna go down stairs, I didn't wanna get hurt, I didn't want my mom to get hurt.

I texted the only person I knew would be there, Awsten. Awsten and i have been dating for almost 2 years, he knows about my dad and my parents divorce, hell, he was the only person getting me through it.

"They're fighting and I don't know what to do." I texted Awsten in a panic, my hands were shaking as they kept screaming. Tears ran down my face.

"It's okay, it's gonna be okay. Do you wanna call?" He asked, I didn't know what to do. I knew if we called I wouldn't be able to speak.

"Idk. I won't be able to talk, I don't want them to hear me."

"It's okay. Do you wanna call? Maybe me talking to you will distract you a little."

"Okay." My phone started ringing and I answered it fast. Awstens voice always calmed me down. But then it went silent in the house.

"Oh no." I whispered, then I felt a chill down my spine. I hid in my closet as I heard footsteps up the stairs.

"Y/n! I know you're fucking in here!" My dad yelled, I tried not to make a sound as he walked in my room.

"What's this fucking eating disorder your moms telling me about?! Huh?! Are you starving yourself again!?" He yelled, walking around the top floor of our house.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!? Are you mental just like your mom now!?"

"If you're gonna try to kill yourself at least do it right!" He laughed, still pacing the upstairs. His words cut deep. What happened to that connection we used to have? What happened to watching Disney movies with him and him making me ham and cheese sandwiches for lunch everyday? What went wrong?

"I don't even give a shit. You stay with your mom, just know, all the fucked up things she tells you about me aren't true." He said, walking out of my room and eventually out of the house.

When I was sure he was gone I burst into tears. Awsten was still on the phone, he heard me sobbing.

"Can I come over?" He asked, "now really doesn't seem like a good time, I'm sorry Aws. I know the house is a mess and my room is dirty and I can't stop crying and I don't wanna bother you with it all." I cried in between sobs.

"Do you want me to come pick you up? I don't mind being there for you. You know I don't care about any of that. I just- want you to feel safe."

"I don't know. Maybe. I don't wanna leave my mom here if he comes back but, I don't wanna be here." I tried to calm myself down.

"Okay. I'm on the way." He said, I smiled and got out of my closet, packing a bag and some stuff I need. I made sure I had everything and I waited on my porch for Awsten to come get me.

About 15 minutes later I saw awstens car pull in. He got out and opened the door for me to put my stuff in his back seat. He wrapped his arms tight around me and kissed the top of my head.

"Thank you." I whispered, still sniffling. "Don't thank me. I love you, get in the car, okay? We'll go to my house and we can sleep if you want. You seem exhausted." He said, opening the passenger door for me. I got in his car and took a deep breath. I loved his car because it smelled like him and reminded me of all the memories me and him have made in the 5 years we've known eachother.

I sat back in the seat and closed my eyes. Awsten sat in the drivers seat and I looked at him. He smiled at me and pulled me in for a kiss. I melted at his touch when he rested his thumb on my chin.

I smiled softly at him when he pulled away and started the car.

His hand gripped my thigh through my jeans as he drove, giving me a comforting sense of safety.

I nearly fell asleep on the drive to his house, I was pretty drained from crying and it made me really tired.

We finally got to his house and he grabbed my stuff out of the backseat, I told him I got it but he insisted I just went inside. I was greeted by his parents who both hugged me, and his sister Gracie made sure I was okay.

I loved being around him and his family. It made me feel like I was home. His house was always nice. There was never any arguments, not over anything serious anyways. Awsten walked inside holding my stuff and walked me up to his room. He sat my stuff down and walked back outside, locking his car and making sure all of my stuff was out of the car.

He wrapped his arms right around my waist and just held me there when we walked up to his room.

"Can I change in here? You've already seen me naked but I don't wanna just start changing and it make you uncomfortable or something."
I asked, "of course baby. If you want me to get out while you do I will." He kissed my cheek, "no it's okay." I said, grabbing my clothes out of my bag and changing into shorts and a t-shirt that he left at my house a few weeks prior.

"My shirt! It looks so much better on you."
He giggled. Then he looked down and noticed something, "what's with your thigh?" He asked, I quickly realized what he was talking about.

"Uhm, what do you- what do you mean?" Wow y/n way to cover for yourself, yeah?

He sat me down on his bed and moved the shirt up, taking a closer look at my thigh.

"What are these?" He asked, realizing that what he was seeing was a bunch of small cuts.

"I uhm, they're old." I lied, "no baby. These aren't old." He sighed, grabbing the first aid kit out of his closet.

He grabbed an alchohol wipe and cleaned them, I flinched at the sting.

"It's okay, let me clean them for you, sweetheart." He kissed my cheek and finished cleaning the cuts. He wrapped my thigh in medical tape and gauze to keep them from being visible or bleeding. He wrapped his arms around me tightly.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, feeling like I was gonna cry again.

"Don't apologize, you can't help it. I love you, okay? But this seriously isn't good for you."

"I-I know. I'm trying to stop." "And I'm proud of you. I'm sorry tonight was so shitty. Do you wanna eat dinner and then cuddle?"

"I don't have an appetite right now. I'm so exhausted." He nodded and turned his bedroom light off, laying down next to me on his bed. We cuddled until we fell asleep in each others arms.