dolan twins imagines

✧ dont hurt me - both

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y/n's p.o.v :

me and isaac are still dating.

i know... i'm crazy. after what he's done and how he's treated me i don't know why i'm still with him.

ethan is upset with me because i didn't break up with him.

i don't like ethan being mad at me.
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ethans p.o.v :

i'm fucking furious with y/n.

isaac is an abusive guy, he doesn't respect her at all, and he's cheating on her!

but y/n doesn't want to break up with him.

his stupid ass face makes me want to punch him in the gut.

keep calm e, keep calm.
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y/n's p.o.v :

me and isaac are going over to ethan and graysons warehouse to hang out.

we pulled up in his car, and i got out happily. i took out the cute lil key grayson gave me, and unlocked the door.

isaac immediately started texting someone.

i wore a hoodie to cover the bruises isaac left from him hitting me.

ethan sat in the trampoline and grayson was lifting weights.

"e! g!" i shouted.

i ran over to grayson and gave him a big hug. he gave me a hug back, and he put his hand on my bruise.

i winced softly.

"ow,"

"what's wrong?" grayson asked.

"nothing-g, you just gripped a bruise."

grayson lifted up my sweatshirt a little bit to see a bruise on my rib.

"oh my god y/n what happened?" he asked in panic.

"what's going on?" ethan asked, getting out from the trampoline.

"y/n has a bruise on her rib." grayson said.

i quickly turned around to see if isaac was listening... but he was still in the car.

ethan gave me a look.

"y/n is this from.. isaac?" he said concerned.

"w-what no it's from me hitting my rib hard against my counter in my kitchen-n" i said.

grayson exchanges a look with his twin.

"okay.. whatever you say..."

"where is isaac anyway?" ethan asked.

"oh he's in the car. i'll go get him." i smiled.

i walked out towards his car to see him still texting someone.

i knocked on the window. "isaac! come in- who are you texting that's so important?"

isaac rolled his eyes and got out of his car. he slammed it hard, so hard that it made me flinch.

"listen y/n. i don't fucking want to be here. you made me come here." he pushed me away from him.

i got pushed into the wall of the warehouse [420 words right here LMAOOOO]

"ow, stop isaac!" i said.

"now, let me live my life and let me go where ever i want." he said in my face.

"stupid bitch." he slapped me across the face.

"s-stop issac dont hurt m-me..."

"I CAN DO WHATEVER THE HELL I WANT!" he shouted.

he punched me right in the arm.

the pain hurt so much... i couldn't take it. i slipped down to the ground sobbing.

he kicked me.

ethan ran outside. his face dropped when he saw what isaac was doing.

his face boiled a fiery red.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" ethan shouted.

he ran towards isaac and socked him right in the face.

blood escaped isaac's nose.

"WHY DOES IT MATTER TO YOU?" isaac said before attempting to punch ethan back, but ethan caught his fist.

grayson ran out.

he saw me on the ground and he picked me up.

he brought me back inside the warehouse.

"are you okay y/n?"

"y/n!"

"y/n?"

i woke up in my bed from grayson shaking me awake.

"what happened?" i asked sleepily before sitting up.

"you were crying in your sleep." grayson said.

my dream came back to me.

"i was dreaming... of isaac. him hurting me."

"aw baby. i'm sorry that he still haunts you." grayson hugged me.
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that was sh!t sh!t sh!t!