13 Reasons Why Imagines

Justin Foley Imagine

Requested by Dixon_Vixon69.  Sorry for the wait, I hope you enjoy it.

Trigger Warning: Abuse.

It hadn't always been like this. Your dad used to be kind and loving, like any dad should be. However, that all changed when your mum died. 

At first, it was his attitude that changed. He became angry, and turned to drink to help him grieve. When he first started drinking, he would just shout at you until he passed out. But when he started drinking more, his anger worsened. 

One night, you'd had enough, and stood up to him. Telling him how ridiculous he was being. That just made him even angrier, and he hit you. That's how it started. 

No one knew what you went through at home, not even your boyfriend, Justin.

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You got home one night from school to find your dad passed out in his chair. Not wanting him to get cold, you tried to put a blanket on him. That's when you felt his hand on your arm.

He squeezed your arm tight, causing you to cry out in pain, and begging him to let you go. 

He just laughed and got up out of his chair, his grip on you tightening.

"It's all your fault!" He screamed, pushing you to the ground. 

Your head hit the floor before anything else, causing you to black out. 

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You woke up a few hours later, still on the ground.

Worried your dad would see you awake, you made your way to your room, making as little noise as possible. You packed the very limited items and clothes you owned into a duffel bag and left your house, heading for Justin's place.

After what seemed an eternity, you made it to Justin's. Knocking on the door rapidly, you hear a grumpy Justin shout "coming!"

He opened the door quickly, ready to shout, but then he saw you.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" He asked, sounding concerned.

Too hurt and scared to speak, you just burst into tears.

When you started crying, Justin took you inside and sat you on his bed.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Justin asked, worry sounding in his voice. 

You couldn't answer him, all the emotions you'd bottled up were overflowing. 

Instead of pushing you for an answer, Justin just cuddled you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. 

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After a while, your tears had dried up and you were ready to tell Justin.

"It's been going on for a while now, since mum died." You said quietly.

"What has?" Justin asked.

You took a deep breath before answering.

"When mum died, dad started drinking. At first it wasn't that bad, but it got worse. The more he drank, the angrier he got. One day when I got home from school, he just started yelling at me, saying it was my fault. I tried standing up to him. That's when he first hit me. After that, it became a regular thing. Whenever I got home, he'd hit me. but today was the last straw. I got home and saw him asleep in his chair. I didn't want him to get cold, so I put a blanket on him. He grabbed my arm so tight, and shouted at me, then pushed me to the ground. I hit my head and was out for a few hours." You explained, starting to cry again.

"I'll kill him." Justin said, also crying.

"No, Justin. Don't be stupid. It doesn't matter now anyway, I'm not going back there." 

"Good. I don't want you near him ever again." He cried, pulling you into a tight embrace. 

For the rest of the night, you stayed in Justin's arms, laying in bed watching TV together. 

"I love you Y/N. I'll never let anyone hurt you ever again." Justin whispered.

"I love you too, Justin."