Bands imagines.

Danny Worsnop

*WARNING: POSSIBLY TRIGGERING*

The front door slammed shut, making me cringe and jump slightly. By the sound of his stumbling as he came up the steps, I knew he was drunk again. I didn’t want to think of the worst, but I knew I’d go through this all over again. It’s the same cycle almost every night.

I watched him as he walked slowly into our bedroom, a smirk pulling on his lips when he saw me. I looked at him up and down. His shirt had a small tear in it, his hair was slightly messy, a little bit of dry blood stained his skin under his nose, his eyes were bloodshot and his right eye was starting to bruise. He held a glass bottle of whiskey in his hands, and I was once again fearing possibly the worst. He had a sinister look in his eyes as he came closer to me. I backed farther into the pillows slowly, hoping that he wouldn’t notice. I nearly gasped when he slammed the bottle of whiskey down on the nightstand, the loud noise making me jump. “Don’t back away from me!” His yelling made me cringe. He began to raise his arm, but I quickly grabbed it. “Stop it, Danny, you’re drunk.” I told him, my voice louder than normal, but shaky. “Hell yeah, I’m drunk.” He said with a small chuckle, then he pulled himself up on the bed. His hands weakly, but tightly grabbed the front of my shirt and he balled the fabric in his fists. My whole body became tense and motionless as his lips pressed to mine. His mouth tasted of whiskey and beer, like too many times before. After a moment of him trying to kiss me, he pulled away, “Don’t fucking ignore me!” He growled, his voice making me cringe. When his lips pressed back to mine, I slowly moved my lips with his as he tried to kiss me so roughly. It was barely a kiss, he was drunk and I was denying it. His big hands were rubbing and squeezing all over my chest and my sides and it was an uncomfortable feeling. I couldn’t stop myself as I pressed my hands firmly to his chest and pushed him away from me, with all of the strength I had. Of course, with him being drunk, I was able to push him back. “Stop it, Danny! I don’t want this!” I screamed at him, trying to get him to hear me over the alcohol. Rage filled his eyes as tears filled mine, and his fist came towards my face. I quickly put my forearms up, guarding my face, and just like I thought it would, his fist collided with my arm. He made a small growl, and his strong hands removed my arms away from my face. I barely noticed that I was now crying, and just for a slight second, I saw a sober, caring side of Danny before he quickly went back to his drunken, enraged side. He didn’t say a word as I whimpered and pleaded for him to stop while he pulled my pants off of my legs. His desperate hands quickly pulled my tank top off, leaving me in only my bra and underwear. If I could have gotten away from him, I would have, but I was pinned under him and couldn’t free myself. Tears rushed down my face and sobs and pleas left my lips uncontrollably. I just gave up, really. I knew that I was caught like a fly in a spider’s web. I watched Danny as he undressed himself, only making me cry harder. This has happened way too many times now, and it needed to come to an end, soon. But, no, not tonight. I’m stuck in this same spot once again.

Once Danny removed my underwear from around my body, I again tried to plea for him to stop. “Please, Danny!, I don’t want this!” I whined, sitting up as he only had my hips pinned to the bed while he straddled me. My plea and sitting up only made him angrier. He caught me off of my guard when the palm of his hand collided so hard against my cheek. A gasp and a small scream came from myself as the horrible pain came into my face. But, what hurt the most was that he had just hit me. Sure, it’s not the first time, but every single time, it hurts emotionally and physically. And, still, I let him have his way with me. I let him assault me and I listened to his groans of pleasure, while also listening to my own whimpers of pain.

After Danny had fallen asleep after leaving me lying there, abused and broken, I slowly made my way out of the bed. With much pain and no energy at all in my body, I got dressed as quickly as I could. I put my hair up in a bun and grabbed my phone and my purse, as well as my car keys. I just couldn’t spend the night lying with a man that hurts me the way he does. I had to get away.

12 hours later, and 7 missed calls from Danny, as well as 4 unheard voicemails and 5 unread text messages. I was currently staying at a local motel, with only my cell phone, the belongings I had in my purse, and my car. I barely slept last night in this motel bed, just because of Danny. He has abused and used me way too many times, and I’m fed up with it. He’s either going to change his ways, or I’m going to leave him, no matter how much it hurts me.

I just kept receiving calls from him, that I would not answer. For a little while, the calls had stopped and I’d figured he’d given up. I was startled when there was a knock on the motel door. “(Y/N), please, open up.. I’m so sorry..” I heard Danny’s British accent on the other side of the door. His voice sounded sad and weak. I couldn’t help but to start crying again, no matter how hard I tried to hold the tears back. I sniffled, “Go away.” I said to him, my voice cracking a bit. I heard him sigh, then I heard him lean up against the door, or he either rested himself against the door. I then knew that he wasn’t going to give up or leave, until I let him in.

After a long moment of thinking, I picked myself up from the bed and made my way to the door. Slowly and quietly, I unlocked the door, but left the chain on. I heard his weight pull off of the door, and the sound of his feet stepping back a bit. I only pulled the door open as far as the chain would let it. And, there Danny stood, looking like a sorry, hungover mess. He stared at my bruised face for a moment before speaking, “I promise you, I’ll stop. I’ll stop the abuse, I’ll stop drinking. Just, please, don’t leave me… I love you… I’ll do anything for you.” He told me, coming closer to the door. I just listened to his sad voice and let the tears make their way down my face. “Please, just let me be with you right now… Please forgive me.” He pleaded, coming closer than before and clutching his hand around the chain on the door. I gulped and stared into his eyes. I saw just how sad and how truly sorry he was. I felt like he would keep his promises. And, what else? I fell deeper in love with him because of that. I let out a sigh and Danny removed his hand from the chain. I pushed the door closed before taking the chain off, then opening it up fully. Quickly, Danny walked inside, and before I even had a chance to fully close the door, and lock it back, his arms were wrapped around my body. “I’m so, so, sorry.” He mumbled as he nuzzled his face into my neck. I just sighed, and slowly wrapped my arms around him. I couldn’t forgive him yet. Hell, I’m not even sure if what he’s done to me is forgivable. But, I belonged to him again, and I knew that he wouldn’t hurt me again. I believed that he was going to stop drinking, no matter how hard it is.

Once we pulled away from holding each other, he faced me, and I stared into his tired eyes. “I love you (Y/N).” He told me, his voice still sounding sad. I slightly nodded, “I love you too, Danny.” There was a moment of silence where we just stared into each other’s eyes. “C-Can I…kiss you?” He asked me hesitantly. I couldn’t stop the little smile that pulled on my lips. I nodded my head, and I saw him smile just a little also. And, when his lips pressed to mine once again, it felt so good. Not a rough and meaningless kiss, no, it was a soft and passionate kiss, and that gave me even more reassurance that Danny was going to change.

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I do not think Danny is like this at all and I DO NOT PROMOTE RAPE. I AM TOTALLY AGAINST RAPE AND DOMESTIC ABUSE.