George Miller / Papa Frank • Imagines

Abuse

"Long live the king!" George yells as he throws me off the rock climbing wall and I hold onto the cord holding me to the ceiling, laughing and screaming as I fall a few feet down and grab the wall. Joji laughs down at me and pulls me up to him from the cord, giving me a big kiss on the lip as he holds me close. I always love going on dates with George and on this one, he chose indoor rock climbing. It isn't so bad, but it's a lot of work and I need to get back in shape from the way I used to be. I yawn as I stare off at the building at all these people being in Joji's arms. "Something on your mind?" He asks and I shrug, feeling weird about being in his arms now. I pull away and I stare up into his eyes. I have been together with Joji for about 3 years now, and everything has been amazing and totally beautiful. But... Sigh.. I look down at the floor beneath me and stare at the big drop. "Y/N, what's wrong?" He asks and I look back at him, my mind racing and I have no idea what I am doing anymore. I undo my harness, the whole room going silent and I look back at George. "I love you." I whisper before jumping, him trying to grab me up its too late.

"I don't know why I even loved you!" Joji yells as he slaps me across the face. "George... I'm so sorry." I whisper as he hits me again, making me fall into the coffee table. "You'll pay for that, cunt." He kicks my stomach and walks away, leaving me alone in his living room. This is the third beating this week, and I am in so much pain from him, but I am in love with him. He is so different when he's in a good mood, so these kinds of things are temporary. I haven't talked to my parents in 6 months though because he broke my phone... And I had to quit my job because he wants to see more of me. I never leave his apartment anymore, he keeps me here unless we go on dates together and even then, we are happy and always laughing. Sigh... I get off the ground and go clean off the blood dripping from me. George comes in and kisses my cheek, tears in his eyes. "You know I love you, right?" I nod and he smiles, kissing all of my wounds and making me feel better. "Y/N..." He whispers against my bruised and beaten skin left from him. I look into his chocolate eyes and I am more in love than I ever had been. He kisses me deeply as he grips my wrists tightly against the kitchen counter and violently touches me, making tears flow into my eyes. "Joji..." I whisper and he stops, slapping me again and I fall to the floor. He did that for no reason now and it pains me to know that. I sigh and look up at his now bigger body, "Clean up, slut." He says before going to his office and locking himself in. I could never run though, not from my sweet George. He would find me, find me anywhere at anytime. I don't know how, but he has before and I paid for it, badly. I lay there on the floor and cry, wishing this nightmare would end already and George would stop doing this to me.

I open my eyes to be in George's arms again, standing on top of the rock cliff and the ceiling almost touching Joji's head. "What's wrong?" He asks and I look up into his chocolate eyes, feeling my bruises ache for no reason again. All
the beatings and all
the horrible things he has done to me all flood into my head from thinking about jumping. I pull away from him and quickly climb down the wall, for some reason knowing how to get down. I undo my harness and Joji tries to follow me before I find an employee. I beg them to call the police and they take me away from George. He stands there confused and within 10 minutes, police arrive and take Joji once they notice all of my body. "George.." I whisper and I tear up again, remembering all the years wasted. I am taken to a hospital and they call my parents, telling them everything and that I'm fine. I have many bruises covering my arms, chest, and legs. And my skull is cracked, probably from the time he pushed me into the wall last Halloween and he said I didn't wake up for a few days... I stay in the hospital for a few days and my friends, family, even neighbors show up to check on me and cry about how they were too stupid to notice anything happening to us. I lay there and don't speak maybe three words, I love you to everyone that came. I eventually get to go back home, to my apartment, and I move away, I find a little house next to my parents and move in. I get a new job at a café, I actually get to leave my house and do things. I can even have people over, something I haven't had in a long time. Eventually I get the hang of it all over again, but every night before I fall asleep, I hear him. "Good night, baby girl."