Audrey Jensen x Reader (Imagines)

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Imagine you getting raped at a party and being too scared to tell Audrey.
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You ran up the stairs to your house and immediately jumped into the shower.

You sobbed uncontrollably as you slid down the tub, and ended up in a fetal position.

You rubbed every inch of your body, not wanting any of his scent on you.

After a few hours, you got out and changed into a tank top and pajama shorts.

"I feel like such a slut!" You whispered  to yourself.

You laid down, trying to sleep, but nothing worked.

••••

You rolled over and saw your clock,

6:32 am

You sighed as you let more tears stream down your face.

You changed into black skinny jeans, a plain blue blouse and a pull over red hoodie.

Your eyes no longer had the spark that they always would.

You applied make-up on the bruises on your face, which you covered up pretty well.

You walked down the stairs, slipping on your vans and grabbing your backpack before leaving.

••••

When you got to school, everything was normal.

The hallways were crowded as always.

"Boo!" you gasped as you dropped your books on the floor.

You turned around and saw Noah.

He gave you a worried look,

"Are you okay? You're never really that jumpy."

You forced yourself to smile,

"I'm fine, just had a rough night."

'Very rough, violent night.'

You opened your locker, taking some notebooks and putting some back.

"(Y/N)?"

You flinched, almosy dropping your water bottle and notebooks.

You looked up and saw Audrey, with a very concerned face,

"Are you okay? Noah told me you've been jumpy."

You stood up and kissed her cheek,

"I'm fine, I swear."

You smiled, almost sadly before closing your locker and walking off the opposite way.

••••

3 fucking months.

You've been hiding it for 3 months.

You had healed physically, but not emotionally or mentally.

Hell. Even spiritually.

You did tell your mom, who helped you, but you told her not to tell anyone, not until your told your friends.

You were diagnosed with PTSD and depression, in which you were prescribed medication.

You decided it was time to let out the secret.

You dialed Audrey, saying you were on your way to her house.

When you got there, you didn't bother knocking.

You ran up the stairs and walked into your girlfriend's room.

"Audrey?"

You saw her on her computer, typing God knows what.

"I have to talk to you."

She turned around and stared at you,

"Shoot."

You looked around, before closing her door.

You sat at the edge of her bed.

"Remember when I told you I was at a party at some jock's house?"

She nodded, walking towards you.

She squatted in front of you, placing the palm of her hand on your knee.

You grabbed her hands and stared down at her,

"Audrey, I was raped that night."

Her eyes widened.

Her mouth gaped open.

"W-why didn't you tell me this earlier?! Oh my god, (Y/N)!"

You looked down at her, but turned away, ashamed of yourself.

"I fucking hate myself for it."

She stood up, pushing you down to her bed.

She climbed ontop of you, straddling you,

"None of that is your fault, okay? So you better not be blaming yourself. I can't have you beat yourself down. I love you, okay?"

With that, she kissed you.

Tears treamed down the side of your face,

"I love you, too, Audrey."