*Yn POV*
My name is Yn. My boyfriend of 5 years, Santo, is abusive. He always 'makes it up'. And if I don't forgive him, he beats me more. Great way to live, huh?
"Yn, where are you?" Santo's voice boomed through the house. I immediately went to the top of the stairs. "Up here." I said, loud enough for him to hear, but not yelling. He doesn't like it when I yell. "Where's my dinner?" He asked, coming into sight. "It's in the oven, would you like me to get it for you?" I asked. He nods. I descend the stair case and walk to the kitchen. Besides, the fact that he beats me, Santo treats me very well. If that makes sense.
I went and made his plate. The food was still hot. Score! He hates cold food. "Here you go." I said, setting his plate on the table. "Can you get me some drink?" Santo asked, taking a seat. "Yes. What would you like?" I asked. He thought for a minute. "Sprite." He answered. I went back to the kitchen and got him a glass of Sprite.
I walked back to the dining room and sat the glass next to him. "Thank you." He said. "You're welcome." I told him. After a minute, I realized I had to use the restroom. "May I be excused for a moment?" I asked. Yes, I have to ask to leave. "For?" Santo asked, taking a sip of his drink. "To use the restroom." I answered. "Go." Santo said.
I went upstairs and did my business before washing my hands and hurrying back downstairs. "Baby!" Santo yelled, from the living room I think. It surprised me a little. Normally it's Yn or if he's mad, bitch, slut, whore, dumb ass, trash, hoe and a few other things. I hurried and walked to the living room. "Yes?" I asked. Santo gestured for me to sit. I sat on the chair. "Over here." Santo said. I moved to the couch. He pulled me closer. "I'm sorry." Santo told me. I was a little confused. "About what, honey?" I asked.
Santo started crying while explaining. "All the abuse. I'm so sorry. I love you." Santo said. He hasn't told me that in two years. He wasn't always abusive. It started after his mom died. "I love you too. And it's okay. Do you mind if I hug you?" I asked. Santo took me into his embrace. "You shouldn't have to ask. And I've been going to therapy. This is gonna stop." Santo said.
-Two months later-
Santo is no longer abusive and today we are having a chill day. "Ah, baby, put me down." I said, giggled. Santo had me over his shoulder and he was running around the house. Santo stopped running and sat me down. "Wait, I have veryyyyy important question." Santo said, stretching out 'very'. I smiled at him. "What is it, babe?" I asked.
He got down on one knee and said, "I love you. Will you marry me?" I smiled and nodded. He put the ring on my finger then stood up and kissed me, picking me up. I smiled at him. "We're getting married!" I cheered.
So, this was my first imagine. What do you think? Any requests? Tell me your name, the famous person you want to be in it, and a detail about it. You don't have to give a detail but, if you want a certain thing to happen or it to be a certain way, I will need it.
~Michele
