Imagines

Lucas Zumann

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You close your front door loudly behind you as you run out of the house and straight down the road. You can hear your parents yelling for you, running after, but never gaining on you. You can't hear your parents anymore. After running for 5 minutes at top speed, you stop running and bend down. Your lungs are on fire and your legs hurt.

You're wearing only a tank top with a shawl over it, leggings and boots. The cool winter air nips at you face, embracing you into the cold. Once you regain your breath, you start walking. And you know exactly where you're going.

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You knock on the door and then pull your shawl around yourself tighter. A few moments pass till the door opens.

"Y/N? What are you doing here? It's 11:00." Lucas says after opening the door. You glad his parents went out of town for the week so your not waking up his family at this time at night. He's in grey sweatpants and a black shirt. His eyes twinkle and his brown hair is a mess upon his head.

"Yes, its me. I was wondering if I could spend the night. I'll sleep on the couch if you want me to. I know your parents are out of town and don't like it when you have people over but I have no where to go." You ramble on. "Sorry its so late. I shouldn't be here. I should have nev-"

"Y/N, its fine. Come in please." He says cutting you off.

You smile as he steps aside and lets you in. You've know Lucas for 3 years now. He's your best friend. And kind of your crush but lets not talk about that right now. His house smells of pine and cinnamon from the scented candles his mom buys and puts everywhere in the house. It smells like home.

Okay before we get any farther lets explain a few things. Your parents who you just ran away from, abuse you. No one knows, not even Lucas. You dad drinks a lot and you mom does drugs. Before you ran out, you dad had just pushed you down to the floor and kicked you multiple times in the stomach and arms. Bruises were probably forming and would be visible soon. You ran away because you couldn't deal with all the pain anymore.

"Thanks Lucas. I don't know what I'd do without you." You say walking over to the lit fireplace to warm up.

"Its no problem really but what's up? I don't want to be rude but, um, why are you here?" Lucas asks standing next to you.

Your eyes fall down to the ground. You don't want to tell him and bother him with your problems but you want to talk to him about this. You're also a terrible lair so lying is not an option.

"I don't want to bother you with my problems Lucas, like I said I really shouldn't be here." You begin to walk away but he grabs you arm, the bruised arm. I wince in pain and he releases.

"Woah. Oh um. I'm sorry, are you okay?" He says with worry in his eyes.

You can't bring yourself to look at him.

"Y/N look at me." He says. Your eyes slowly drift to his face. He jesters to your arm. "Please?"

"Lucas. I..I" you say with tears threatening to come out.

Lucas looks at my face with sadness. He wipes the tear that runs down your face away with his thumb and says, "Please just tell me.."

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You had asked Lucas to get you some water and meet you in his room so you could talk. You we're going to be honest with him. You're now sitting on his bed alone waiting for him while trying to convince yourself that you'll be okay and he won't leave once he sees how screwed up your home life is.