Sebastian Stan imagines!

Okay.

(No, not TFIOS.)

Warning: Triggers, abusive behaviour, angst.

Please, please. If this is happening to you tell someone who can get you help, please. I don't want to see or hear about any of you getting hurt.

Setting: Political Animals.

"You're a nothing. You were an accident." She stared at her drunk father in shock. "W-what?"

"You're the fucking product of damn one night stand. You were never meant to exist."

"D-dad. What-what are you saying? I'm your daughter.."

"You're nothing. You're nothing to me, to Elaine, to TJ, to Dougie, nothing. You could die and I wouldn't care. It'd be a damn benefit." 

It was completely fuzzy when you woke up, and your head pounded. It was dark, and there was one figure resting to the side of you.

"T-TJ?" Your brother looked over, and smiled at your awakening. "Hey, little sis. How you feelin'?"

"Really terrible. What happened? Where-where am I?" TJ sighed, he lifted your wrist and you winced at the contact. "Oh."

He point to a small spot of blood in the crook of your elbow. "Heroin." He lifted a bottle of Jack Daniels. "Two of these." Fuck.

"TJ, I'm so sorry."

"No, I'm sorry. I knew the stupid shit Dad says when he's drunk, but I let you go home anyway. I should've been there, and I should've thrown everything away when Grandma told me to." TJ grabbed your hand. "This ones on me."

"No, it's on me." You looked to the door to see Bud Hammond, head hung low, bags under his eyes. "Get out."

"Darling, let me explain-"

"Get out!" You yelled, wheezing. Your body was weak and couldn't handle much stress. You had remembered what your father had told you, if you could even call him that. You remembered why you'd relapsed. After eight months clean. This is what did it.

"TJ, how did you do it? How did make it out?"

"We still share a room, Y/N. I'm not sure I made it." He chuckled lightly. "I mean through the drugs, brother. How did you survive?"

"I kept thinking of the people-excuse me, person who kept me going. The person who'd be most affected if I had succeeded in ending my life." He took a breath. "You,"

"I'm the one you used to get through hard times?" You looked at your brother. He nodded crawling into the bed next to you. "You're my little sister and my best friend. You will get through this, and I will be there. I will be there through relapses and withdrawals. I promise." He kissed your forehead and you smiled weakly, the drugs in your system regaining their purpose.

"Thank you, TJ." You murmured, yawning.

"No problem, it's the right thing to do. And also, if you don't get better I don't get better. So, it's a two way thing."

TJ had noticed how quickly you'd fallen asleep. He would never let their father hurt her again. She was a blessing to the family. Just when their Mom and Dad were about to get a divorce, they found out she was pregnant. She had kept this family together and strong longer than they meant and he thanked her for that.

He would never let anyone hurt her. Ever. And that was a promise he swore to himself he wouldn't brake.