Diggy Imagines

R a G e ~

"The way that I love you."

YN's P.O.V.

I was scared to death as I ran down the hall as fast I could. My husbands heavy footsteps sounding like a crowd running behind me.

YN-DIGGY I'M SO SORRY! I yelled as I ran into the bathroom and locked the door.

Diggy banged on the door angrily.

Diggy-OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR! OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR YN I'M NOT PLAYING WITH YOU, WOMAN! He screamed. His husky voice growled with anger and frustration.

I curled up into a ball near the toilet and silently cried. What happened to the man I married? The fame really got to him. He drinks and does heavy drugs all day- even in the studio.

Diggy-OPEN THIS GOD DAMN DOOR BEFORE I BUST THIS MOTHER FUCKER DOWN YN!

As scared as I was, something told me to just open the door. What was about to happen isn't anything I haven't felt before. I've seen the devilish rage in his eyes, I've covered up the bruises and bandaged the scars before. This was an all too familiar process for us.

Numb to what was about to happen to my poor begging body, I slowly opened the door.

"SHHWO" the fast sound occurred in the wind as Diggy smacked me across the face.

YN-*Whimper* Ugh. I groaned in pain and held my face.

Diggy-N-now I don't even remember why I was mad at you. *Chuckles*

I didn't say anything as tears streamed down my face and I shook from shock. No hit from his fury has ever hurt that badly.

YN-B-b-baby I...

Diggy-SHUT UP! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT! He punched me once in my stomach and then elbowed me in the neck.

I coughed a little before sliding to the floor.

One more hard slap to the face before he crouched down to my level and smirked.

Diggy-A mess. A hot mess. Look at you. He shook his head.

He was so high he couldn't focus straight ahead. His eyes roamed around my whole face like a child roaming without a parent.

Diggy-Get yourself cleaned up, before my daughter gets home. Set an example for our kid, bitch. He scoffed and walked away.

He had on sweatpants with nothing else. He flexed his back muscles before making a sharp left towards our upstairs lounge. His cell phone in his hands as he scrolled through whatever he was looking at.

I sobbed briefly, and got myself together. Only 20 minutes until Justice got home and she couldn't see me like this.

I hobbled past the lounge room where Diggy was asleep like a hibernating bear and to our bedroom.

I hopped into the shower and let my body soothe itself in the warm water. Looking at my reflection in the glass door I saw my bruised face and bloody lip.

I sobbed and washed my face with the warm water.

Getting out of the shower I put on my lotion and a little perfume before sliding on a silk pair of bed shorts and a matching top.

I dabbed make up on my bruises at the same time I thought about what my excuse would be this time for my busted lip.

I pulled my hair into a tight ponytail and forced myself to smile hard as I rinsed my mouth out to clear the blood in my mouth and on my teeth.

Diggy-That's better. He mumbled from the doorway watching you.

I shivered.

Diggy-I just heard a car door slam so.. places everyone. He joked while walking over to me and giving my butt a firm smack followed by a tight grab and then a rough rub-like I was a steak he was getting ready to throw on the grill.

He kissed on my neck and rubbed my shoulders as I stared at him in the mirror. He looked up at us.

Diggy-Picture perfect, just like we were when I first met you. You put on some weight and ain't that damn pretty no more but... you still mine. He kissed my cheek as I heard justice run into the house and up the steps.

Justice-MOMMY! DADDY! She yelled as she came into the bathroom and hugged our legs.

Diggy picked her up and tossed her into the air gently followed by an attack of "daddy's very own I missed you so much" kisses.

Justice giggled as her dad gave her all the affection she could ever dream of.

Justice-Mommy. She blushed and reached for me.

YN-My baby girllllll. I cooed as I reached to grab her and hold her on my hip.

Weak from the toll my body has been put under I almost couldn't hold her. I was shaking trying to keep her on my hip. Diggy secretly slipped his strong, muscular arm under mine and helped me hold her up.

She was only 3. Light as a feather. And I could barely hold my own child.

Diggy's P.O.V.

I woke up out of my sleep around 3 AM. Justice was in between YN and I in our bed and Milan was still playing on Netflix.

I looked at Justice cuddled up under her mother and covered the two girls of mine up a bit more.

I noticed YN's bruises on her side and her face as I moved the covers.

I bit my bottom lip.

I never mean to get like that. I'll be the first to admit I need help. God forbid my baby girl understood what these marks on her maker meant, or thought it was ever okay for any woman to go through this.

I kissed Justices warm forehead gently and sat my head on top of hers very lightly smelling her soft hair. I love my daughter so much, for some reason I get so angry with her mother; my wife though when I'm "on".

I rubbed my hand over YN's shoulder lightly and stroked her hair and she didn't move. She was at peace in her sleep- when she could care less if I was going to smack or kick her. When she was truly numb.

My rage is undeniably a problem... ask me if I want to fix it though? I'll tell you I'm addicted. To a drug. One hell of a drug. I'd rather beat the love of my life in a different state of mind than get clean- that's just that.