Why Don't We Imagines and Preferences

Abusive Boyfriend// CB

~Your pov~
I was home and I lived with my brother out in LA since he was a producer for something and my boyfriend lived out here, not that I wanted to be near him. Truth is I was in a toxic relationship with him, it had been going on for about 5 months and was only getting worse. He got drunk all the time then hit me and he's knocked me out cold, tried to tell me how to act and what to do. And there was just one person who knew about it, Corbyn Besson, my best friend since I was very young. Did my boyfriend know Corbyn? Of course. Did he like Corbyn? Not at all. But was he going to hurt Corbyn? Absolutely not on my watch. One night he came home drunker than ever, he threw a glass bottle at me and it smashed on the floor and little bits and pieces got stuck in my leg and it bled and he didn't care. He punched me hard across the face, twice and threw me to the floor. I was done I just couldn't do this anymore. I sprinted to the door and said, "IM DONE I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE I HAVE LET IT HAPPEN FOR FAR TOO LONG!" I slammed the door and flew into my vehicle and went to the nearest gas station as I filled up my tank I called he only person I could, Corbyn. I prayed he would answer even though it was around 2 in the morning.

C: Y/n, you alright? He asked very concerned.
Y: Well, can I come over and I'll explain? I asked him not wanting to explain everything over the phone.
C: Yeah, I'll leave the front door open cutie. He told me as I herd a slight squeak from his bed indicating he was getting up.
Y: Thank you corb. I said with a sigh of relief as I finished pumping my gas.

I sped to the Why Don't We house and walked in locking the door behind me since it was usually locked. I walked up to corbyns room and threw my self into his awaiting arms. "What's happened boo?" He said. Holding me tight. "He came home late, later than usual and smashed a bottle, my leg is bleeding still. He also punched my face twice and even pushed me to the ground." I cried into his chest as he just sat and listened and held me. "Come on." He said, picking me up and setting me on the bathroom counter. As he got the glass shards out he said, "So what did you do?" I looked down and said, "I left him, I couldn't do it anymore." He finished up, bandaging my leg and hugged me, it's for the best. Then he carried me and laid me on his bed, "stay here." He instructed. I did and he came back with ice packs. He gently set two on my face, one on my eye that was slowly turning into a black eye and the other on my cheek bone that was also quite swollen. Then he put one on each side of my ankle from when I fell as well as one last one over the cuts from the glass. He sat, legs crossed, next to me. "You know what y/n?" He asked me all smiley again. "What?" I smiled back a bit. "I think you should be mine and I could show you what's it is like to be treated like the princess you are." He said quite under control yet he meant every word. "I would love you be treated the right way by a real man if that's what you're willing to offer." I smiled at him from where my head rested on the pillow. "I love you y/n and I always will." He said as I drifted into a deep sleep because for the first time in months I felt 100% safe as I laid in the arms of someone I truly loved.