XXVII Imagines (Lauren/You)

Gone (Abuse part 2)

A/N: this will be the last chapter of this story i'll be posting in my XXVII imagines. I will be making a book of it so if u want to continue reading this, it will be called Abuse. (obviously) And won't be more than 10 chapters.

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Most of the time, it's too late. Too late when you realize you fucked up. Too late to try and fix it. Too late for another chance.

All you can do is regret.

The raven haired girl has been waiting in the hospital for two and a half hours now. Pacing around, body tense and her fist making contact with the wall each time she thought about her, about them. Thinking how much she would want to go back in time. Wishing she would not have ruined everything for them.

She was starting to get more and more impatient. The doctors wouldn't let her in. It was already 7am in the morning and her still slight drunken body couldn't take it anymore. So the green eyed girl fell asleep, unwillingly.

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I saw lauren, her worn out body resting on the seats in the waiting room. My eyes quickly scanned the room. Nobody.
I sighed in relief and walk towards my fiance slowly.
Her dried tears sticking on her cheeks. Chapped and swollen lips, probably because of biting them while waiting. Old habits never really die, do they?

I let my eyes go over the features of her face.. for the last time. How I wish I could see her emerald eyes again. But it's too late now. I had to be fast.

Tears were streaming down my face. "I'm sorry." I whispered in her hair before kissing it gently. And for the last time, I let my lips brush against hers.
I stood up, taking my crutches and walked out of the hospital.

This was the hardest thing I had ever done in life.

Run away.

Now it was just you and me. I thought, resting my hand on my stomach.

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"Laurel! Laurel, be careful!" Y/n yelled, quickly taking the little girl by her hand before she could cross the street.

"But mom, ice cream!" The little girl said with a slight british accent, pointing to the ice cream truck that stood a cross the street.

Laurel was usually very quiet and shy. She'd always walk by Y/n's side, never letting go of her hand.
But since they moved back to Miami, the little quiet girl was not so quiet anymore. She was starting to open up to the world. Which left Y/n in awe. It was great seeing your own child growing up, changing and using more words.

"Laurel, be patient. What did I tell you?" Y/N raised her eyebrows to the little girl, motioning to her to repeat after her.

The four year old "rolled" her eyes and followed her mother's words. But already beating Y/n to it, tired of hearing it often. "Good things come to those who wait." "Blah blah blah.." The kid mumbled.

This little-..

Y/n smiled. Laurel was so much like-
Her smile dropped, thinking about her fiancé, or should she say, ex fiancé.

It has been three weeks since they moved back and there was no sign of the ex. Y/n was glad they didn't cross paths, it would be.. scary, exciting, nerve racking and more. She didn't want to think about it.
How would Lauren react to Laurel?

Lauren.. The name felt so familiar yet so strange.

"Mommy, dreaming again." The little girl said as she pulled on her mother's sleeve.

Y/n chuckled, as her daughter tried to pronounce the 'R' before her eyes widened and frowned in confusion. "Dreaming? Wait, shit did I said that oud loud?"

"U-uh.."

"And young lady, what ice cream would you like?" The ice cream man asked. Startling Y/n our of her thoughts.

"I want vanilla, lots of vanilla!" Laurel jumped up and down, a little bit too excited. Forgetting about everything and focusing on the ice cream the man handed her.
The cuteness of her daughter made Y/n laugh and paid for the ice cream.

"What do you say?"

"Thank you, mister ice cream!"

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It was dark, sweaty bodies were grinding on each other all over the dance floor.

How could she agree to out with her friends and leave her daughter to the neighbor to babysit.
Hailee wasn't bad, but leaving her daughter was never easy for her even if it was for an hour.

She didn't how many drinks she had , but she definitely crossed the line. Her friends were on the other side of the club, having a drink at the bar while she was on a couch with a stranger on top of her. The lips of the stranger was working on her neck while her hands were roaming on her body.

"Fuck" She moaned, realizing it has been too long since she had physicial intimacy with anyone.

"Sarah." The stranger whispers in ear. "That's the name you'll be screaming tonight, babe." The girl smirked, her hand moving under Y/n's shirt, not caring if they had viewers. Everyone was in their own world anyway.

Neither does Y/n have the mental stability to care at the moment.

"There is no turning back, as well enjoy it."