Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Good Enough

I remember when I was little girl, just 13. I was in my brother's room, looking through his clothes, putting them on, and looking at myself in the mirror, and as I did I thought-no I wish I was a boy right there and then. When I was just about to take off the clothes, the door burst open, and in came my dad. Once he saw what I was wearing, he pick me up, carried me downstairs and out the door. I could hear my mother yelling his name, to stop. He put me into the trash can, like if I was trash, my mom was crying as she took me inside.

"Babe?" I hear making me snap out of my thoughts. I look up to meet green eyes.

"Hey, yeah? What's up?" I asked, sitting up on the bed, she got onto the bed and sat next to me.

"Are you okay?" She asked, she had a frown on her lips, looking worried.

"Yeah, of course." I smiled softly, she nodded before taking a deep breath.

"I wanted to know if maybe I could....finally meet your family." She says which I bite my bottom lip at. "I mean, I thought that maybe after you met my family, I could finally meet yours."

"Lauren.."

"Y/N, you never talk about your family, never. It upsets me that your hiding your family away from me." She tells me with her eye brows narrowed down.

"It's a good thing, you should-"

"It's not Y/N, what is so dangerous or whatever the reason that I can't meet your family?" She asked.

My family; well they are full of things that I don't want Lauren near, never want. I knew that as soon as I step into that house, they were going to attack Lauren with their words, well maybe not my mom, I don't know, it's been a long time since I last saw them. I've got through a lot when I was with them, so much, I almost lost my life.

"Just know that what you think of them isn't them." I said before getting up from the bed and into the bathroom.

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"Don't touch her! Okay?" My mother yells at my dad.

"It isn't right!" He yelled back.

"Nothing never right to you!" She yelled.

I did that.

"Look what you did." My sister hissed into my ear.

"Your so unbelievable." I flinch when my brother hit my shoulder as the two walked back up stairs. I stood there with tears streaming down my face wishing I wasn't even alive.

I punch the bag that was hanging in front of me, left and right, it help my anger out every time I thought or if someone brought up my family, I took it out on the punching bag.

I punch harder remember the time when my Dad told me that being gay isn't right, that I'll die if I don't change who I am. He practically threatened me and when I didn't, he sold me out to some guy. God that was the worst moment in my life.

I didn't even notice that my knuckles were bruising as I punch the punching bag harder and harder. Sweat running down my forehead, tears almost falling, growling and whispering things about my family as I punch it more harder than before.

I was about to take another swing when I felt arms wrap around my waist making me stop, immediately. I try to control my breathing for about a minute before turning around to see Lauren.

"What you doing here? Shouldn't you be at you-"

"I wanted to say sorry for this morning." She apologized. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I just really wanted to meet your family."