𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗧𝘂𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗢𝗻𝗲

𑁍𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗼~𝗕𝗮𝗱 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𑁍

TW~Abusive parents.

Y/N's POV

I never thought I would have the courage to do it. To finally stand up to my abusive parents and run away from the hell that was my home. But something inside of me snapped that day. As I felt their fists raining down on me, I knew I couldn't take it anymore.

I mustered all the strength I had left and pushed myself off the floor, ignoring the pain that shot through my body. I ran towards the door, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Get back here Y/N, you ungrateful brat." I heard them shouting behind me, their angry voices echoing in my ears. But I couldn't let them catch me. I couldn't stand the torture any longer.

As I reached the door, I felt a hand grab my wrist. I turned around to see my father's angry face, his eyes filled with rage.

"Get back inside, NOW." He yelled, and without thinking, I kicked him in the stomach and wrenched my wrist free. I ran as fast as I could, tears streaming down my face, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

I didn't know where I was going, I just ran. And somehow, I ended up at the Sturniolo's house. I pounded on the door, my hands trembling. Matt opened the door, his eyes widening in shock at the sight of me. Bloodied, bruised, and broken.

"Y/N, holy shit, come inside, come on. NICK!" Matt guided me into the living room, helping me to sit down, due to the immense pain coming from my abdomen. And then, Nick burst into the room, his face pale with worry.

"Oh my god, what did they do to you? Matt, can you and Chris grab food and the first aid kit please?" Nick asked, as Matt nodded to go and find Chris, as I groaned in pain, trying to sit up straight.

I felt a rush of relief wash over me as he knelt down in front of me. He carefully put his hands on my knees, and looked at me with sympathy as we waited for the boys to return.

When the boys returned, they sat down on the opposite side of the couch, as Nick unpacked the kit, finding cleaning equipment. His hands were gentle as he started to clean my cuts.

"Nick, should we grab ice?" Chris asked as Nick pulled my top up slightly to reveal my bruised and red abdomen. Nick nodded as Chris got up to grab a few ice packs. I winced as he applied ice to my abdomen, the pain shooting through me.

"Sorry, I know it hurts." Nick spoke with his voice full of care. The pain was agonizing but I didn't care. I was safe.

"Guys, I should probably tell yoh everything." I spoke, as they turned their attention to me.

"You don't have to Y/N, only tell us when your comfortable to." Matt spoke as they all returned to sit on the couches around the room.

I breathed in and nodded, telling them everything, about their disappointment, the daily beatings I endured, and to be finally leaving. And as the words spilled out of me, the tears flowed freely. But they listened. They nodded in understanding. And they offered their support, their love.

"Oh Y/N, we're so sorry you had to go through that, but you're safe now, nothing will happen to you with us around." Nick's arms wrapped around me in a tight hug, his warmth seeping into my battered body. And in that moment, I knew I was home.

We all sat on the sofa together, the movie playing in the background. And as we watched, I felt the weight of my past life lift off my shoulders. I was with friends who cared for me, who wanted me to be happy. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like I could breathe again.

As the credits rolled, I looked around at the faces of my friends. Chris, Matt, and Nick. They were my family now. And I knew that no matter what happened in the future, I would never be alone again.