Austin Butler Imagines 🍒

Didn't know where else to go...❤️‍🩹

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just want to give a trigger warning, this story does mention abuse and domestic violence - so if you feel like you can't read a story like this or you're not ready yet then please don't. Take care of yourself and never force yourself to read something that you're not comfortable reading.

~CONTEXT~

Love. A complicated feeling that everyone has experienced at least once in their life, whether reciprocated or not. On the beautiful occasion that love decides to bless you, it can lead to some amazing things, marriage being one of them. You and Austin had been married for 3 years; you met when you were 25 and he was 28 at a club in town. You were working as an exotic dancer and he just fell for you, and eventually his feelings were returned. Every Saturday night, when you were on shift, he would always be there; sitting in his booth at the back of the club, watching you with an intense gaze before the two of you would chat the night away and slowly but surely begin your love story. The relationship was amazing, the two of you were so in love and when you got married 2 years after meeting, you both thought it would be for life. That was until things changed. Austin's career started interfering with the marriage; his long hours way while filming and doing press related events causing arguments because of distance, lack of communication on his end and his friends taking him out to strip clubs while he's not busy. All of it broke down your relationship and you ended up getting divorced after a short 3 years, the both of you devastated as it wasn't what either of you had wanted for your relationship, but it was for the best.

You've now been split for roughly 10 months, and you're now with another man. When Austin found out you got into a new relationship, he was pissed beyond belief, jealous even, little did he know what your new boyfriend was actually like. Arguments 24/7, punching walls, throwing things at you, hitting you and so much more, your new boyfriend is a horrid and abusive asshole and you're scared. If you don't escape, he could very well take your life, which instils immense fear in you.

~CURRENT~

Today was no different; you had gotten into an argument with your boyfriend, he threw a chair at you and then proceeded to push you down the stairs as an attempt to relieve his anger - which failed - bruises forming all over your body. He stormed out in a fit of rage, leaving you in despair on the floor and in need of someone to talk to. Tears streaming down your face, you pick yourself up, leave the house and run to the house of the one person you trust and feel safest with; your ex-husband Austin.

Mascara runs down your face as tears spill from your eyes uncontrollably; aching and stinging slightly as the black eye your boyfriend gave you a couple days ago still hasn't healed over yet. No thoughts run though your mind as you race through the streets; your sore and tired body carrying you as fast as it can go without stopping, your mind set on exactly where you're going. As much as it hurts, you run and run, passing people who give you sympathetic looks, obviously noticing the giant bruises on your arms and the purple mark under your eyes. Usually you'd feel judged and embarrassed in a situation like this, though due to the intense feeling of just needing someone's support, you don't give their looks the time of day as you eventually arrive at the familiar street - slowing your pace down to a fast walk as you head in the direction of the particular house you need. 

Finally, you find yourself on his doorstep, the tears continuing to fall from your eyes as you lift your fist and knock on the door, silently praying that he answers, hands shaking as a result of the pain shooting through your body. After roughly 30 seconds, the door is pulled open, revealing Austin who has a stunned look on his face; both at the fact that he hadn't expected you to be here and most likely at the state you're currently in. Seconds of silence pass, only penetrated by your panting, you finally manage to get words out - your voice broken and shaken.