Just randomly started to write these imagines. I wanted to write these so we could remember this wonderful and magical TV show. I will only be writing imagines on Greg, Peter and Bobby. Send in imagine ideas if ya want. Honestly, I don't really know...
Another day of pain. Today's routine: Get up, go to school, go home, get beaten, go to bed. It just like everyday. You blame yourself for this. Every since your mum died 5 years ago your dad became abusive. It started with name calling, then he started to drink and thats when it all escalated. It became better when you met your boyfriend Greg 2 years ago. You guys started off as friends but it felt like more. He asked you out and life has been a bit more bearable ever since.
**After school, around 5:00pm**
"YOU FUCKING SLUT, GET ME ANOTHER BEER AND GO STRAIGHT TO YOUR ROOM!!!" your father yells at you before making you to the ground. You couldn't cry, at least not in front of him. So you went to the fridge and returned to him with a beer. After you quickly raced to your room. You knew it was safe to cry. You stood in the mirror looking at your bruised body. People always asked but they never received a truthful response. Greg was the main one who questioned it.
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It was around 7pm when you heard a knocking on your window. You looked up to see Greg wanting to come in. Luckily you had put on a track pants and a jumper so he could see you damaged body. "Hey princess, are you ok? it looks like you've been crying." He says with a worried tone. "Hey babe, I'm fine just a little stressed." You reply. "awwww babe. Here come help me in and we can relax." You go over to help him in. Suddenly he grabs your bruised arms and you wince in pain as he enters the window. "Babe are you ok? It seemed like your arm hurts, can I see it?" He sounded extremely worried. "Greg, I'm fine. Just don't worry about it." You say back while turning back to your bed. He grabs you arm and this time you give a small shriek. "y/n." His blue eyes show how worried he is. You look into his eyes while stares into yours.
All of a sudden he lifts up the sleeve of your jumper. His mouth drops to the floor. He is appalled with what he is seeing. "Y/n. t/n was this your dad?" You look to the floor embarrassed with tears forming in your eyes. He presses 2 fingers up to your chin forcing you to look at him. Greg kisses you and says "y/n, we're going to my place and call the authorities." You knew he wasn't joking and there was no disagreeing with him. It was an order, not a request. "ok." you whisper in shame. The two of you jump out of the window and drive to his place for a better and brighter future.
