𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗧𝘂𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗢𝗻𝗲

𑁍𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗯𝘆 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸~𝗔𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱𑁍

TW~Abuse, swearing, injury and violence.

Y/N's POV

I never thought my life would turn out this way. From the outside looking in, everything seemed perfect. I had good grades, a supportive group of friends, and a loving boyfriend. But behind closed doors, my reality was far from perfect. My parents were abusive, both physically and emotionally. They blamed me for everything that went wrong in their lives and took out their frustrations on me.

I met Colby when we were in high school. He was the first person who showed me kindness and understanding. He saw the pain in my eyes and promised to always be there for me. As we grew closer, he noticed the bruises on my body and the fear in my eyes. He knew my parents yelled at me, but he didn't know the extent of the abuse I endured.

One day, everything came crashing down. I came home from school to find my parents waiting for me, anger etched on their faces. They had found out about Colby and they were furious. They accused me of betraying them and dishonoring our family. The yelling quickly escalated to violence as they started hitting me, their blows raining down on me like a storm.

"You're such an ungrateful piece of shit, Y/N! You go behind our backs everyday to be a whore for that boy of yours!" My dad screams at me as he pushes me to the floor and kicks me in the stomach hard, as I scream out in pain.

I tried to fight back, but I was outnumbered and outmatched. The pain was excruciating, every hit like a sledgehammer to my body. After what felt like hours, they finally left the house, leaving me broken and shattered on the floor. I could barely move, every breath a struggle as I crawled to the other side of the room where my phone lay. With shaking hands and tears streaming down my face, I dialed Colby's number.

"Hey baby girl, what's up?" Colby's voice was full of concern as he answered the phone.

"C-Colby, please, you have to c-come pick me up. I can't m-move, I'm in so much pain," I choked out, tears blurring my vision.

"Wait, Y/N what's wrong? What happened?" Colby's voice was frantic now, worry evident in every word.

"My p-parents...they beat me, Colby. Please, I n-need you," I sobbed, the words coming out in a rush as I struggled to hold back the pain.

"I'm on my way, just hang in there, me and Sam will be there soon," Colby promised, his voice full of determination.

I don't know how long it took for Colby and Sam to arrive, but when they did, the shock on their faces mirrored the agony in my body. They carefully picked me up, as I winced and groaned out in pain and carried me to the car, their gentle touch a stark contrast to the violence I had just endured.

The ride to Colby's place was a blur of pain and tears. Every bump in the road sent a jolt of agony through my body, and i cried out in pain, the bruises on my stomach and abdomen protesting with every movement. Colby sat in the back with me as Sam drove. Colby held my hand, in a way of comfort and support, as the horrid car journey continued.

"Dude, I really think we need to take her to the hospital, it looks really bad." Sam says as he looks back at us with worry and concern laced in his voice.

"She's petrified of hospitals, Sam, with the situation she's in now, we can't, she's already scared." Colby answers, kissing my head softly.

Once we reached Colby's house, he and Sam gently laid me down on the couch and started cleaning my wounds.

The stinging pain of antiseptic on open cuts was unbearable, tears streaming down my face as I bit my lip to stifle my cries. Colby held my hand as Sam cleaned the wounds. Colby's touch was so gentle, his voice a soothing balm to my battered soul.

"Baby, I'm so sorry this happened to you. I promise, I'll never let anyone hurt you again," Colby whispered, his eyes filled with tears as he looked at me with such love and compassion.

I buried my face in his chest, sobs wracking my body as the pain and fear finally broke through the walls I had built up over the years. Colby held me close, his arms a shield against the world, his presence a sanctuary in the storm, as Sam continued to carefully clean my injuries I had succumbed to only a mere hour ago.

As the hours passed, Colby and Sam took care of me, tending to my wounds and comforting me with their presence. The love and support they showed me was a stark contrast to the abuse I had grown up with.

In the days that followed, I slowly healed, both physically and emotionally. With Colby by my side, I found the strength to stand up to my parents and break free from their toxic grip. It wasn't easy, but with Colby's love and support, I knew I could overcome anything.

I never thought I would find someone who could love me despite all my scars and pain. But Colby showed me that true love isn't about perfection, it's about acceptance and understanding. And as I looked into his eyes, I knew that I had finally found my home, a safe haven where I could heal and grow stronger every day.