Hey yall, This is going to be a book on greys and station 19 imagines so let me know any suggestions. I am opend to doing a family imagines on any couple in the greys universe exept burke. hate him. anyway let me know!!!!
summary: Camillas boyfriend of 2 and a half years is abusing her
A/N: maya is captain of station 19
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We started going out when I was 15, and he was 17. Mom thought the age gap was pushing it a little, but I didn't care. He loved me, and I loved him. That was all that mattered. The girls at school were jealous of me. I was the freshman dating the junior. Then, I was the sophomore dating the senior. Now, I'm the senior dating the 19-year-old. An adult. His friends thought it was cool that we were still together. Meanwhile, the girls around me were hooking up with guys at every chance they got at parties. I never did. I was the quiet one in the corner, staying mostly sober and not hooking up with anyone because I was the "boring" girl in a relationship. Mom told me they were just jealous of me. She wasn't wrong. I had the picture-perfect relationship. He'd pick me up at 6 with flowers in his hands, bring me down to his car, and we'd watch the sunset together, eating pre-made chocolate-covered strawberries that I'd spent all afternoon making. He's been around so long, he's practically counted as a family member to everyone. The guys at the station love him. They always put him to work when they can, while I'm off giggling about something he said to the girls. Our love was the kind they wrote about in movies. Until it wasn't.
I was sitting at my vanity, trying to conceal the bruises on my neck and face. We'd gotten into a big fight last night because a guy's name came up on my phone. He thought I was cheating. I told him I wasn't, but he yelled in my face, and then he accidentally pushed me against the wall.
"Mija!" My mom's voice rang out from the kitchen in our small three-bedroom apartment.
"Coming, Mom!" I yelled back, scrambling to cover the huge handprint across my face. I'm sure if I told her what happened, she'd understand, but I didn't want her to make a fuss, so I chose not to tell her. I got up, making sure everything was covered, grabbed my backpack, and walked out of my room to see my mom making coffee. "Morning," I smiled at her, kissing her cheek and taking one of the coffees she'd made.
"Morning, baby," she smiled back. "I have to run—I'm already late—so could you get Nathan to drive you to school, or get the bus?" she asked, throwing her handbag over her shoulder and pouring her coffee into a to-go cup.
"I'll get the bus; he has work today." I smiled at her, lying through my teeth. I just didn't feel like rehashing everything that went on last night.
"Okay, but aren't you hot in that long sleeve? It's like 75 degrees outside."
"No, I'm okay," I reassured her. "Have a good day at work. I'll meet you at the station after school." She nodded, blowing me kisses as she walked out the door. I sighed once I heard the door close behind her. I hated lying, but it was kind of my only choice at times. I decided to go to the station after school because it was one less place we could fight.
