Rated X Imagines

Savior

Y/n's POV

"I told you listen bitch! My clothes were suppose to be done thirty minutes ago, so what the fuck happened?" His hand raised in the air, ready to move at anything I said. Even if what I said was right, he would still strike. "B-baby, they weren't ready. So, I p-put them in for ten more minutes."

I wish Daniel were here to save me like he always did. Whenever Jeremiah started yelling at me, he would step in and be my hero. But as the day progressed and it was time for him to go, I would end up having a shiny black eye in the morning to tend to. "I don't care if they're not fucking done! I have to be at work!" There's the trigger. With one foul swoop of his hand, he struck. Slashing my cheek brutally and throwing me onto the wall.

I was worthless to him, a piece of trash. Of course how most abusive stories go, he was the nice guy. Bought me things when I didn't need it. Loved me unconditionally, and was my everything. Then a couple months later, the manipulating and the beating commenced. I was his puppet. Battered and beaten on a regular basis, women coming in and out whenever they pleased. Some even slept in the bed with Jeremiah while I was stored in the basement, with a candle and my tears.

I'm not the fool, I want out of the so called relationship. I'm just afraid of what will happen if I try to. Will he come find me? Will he try and kill me for leaving him? At this point I didn't care. Kill me, please. Take me out of all this misery and resentment I feel for myself. I'm not even worth my own tears.

"Can't you ever do something right for once!" I guess not. Since I chose to go out with you that was the first big mistake. The second, was not leaving sooner. My pride. My own pride, tore in front of my very eyes, each day I stayed. My lips sealed together, not having anything else in mind to say. "Put some makeup or something on that cheek. Daniel will be coming in five."

Ah, Daniel. His friend that understood. He knew my struggles with him, has tried to free me. I wouldn't let him. I'm not going to let him get involved with my problems. I outright refuse. He's much too nice and purified to have to deal with this.

Later On

"Why do you stay?" Daniel asked, taking my hands in his. They felt soft, loving, warm like his personality. I don't know, I don't know why I stay. Why I continue the heartbreak. The endless salty water coming from the corner of my eyes. The bruises that I have to keep hidden anytime I am displayed just for his sake. If it was really up to him, I would be hidden forever and become his slave. I cringe at the mere words, his slave. My life would be over indefinitely.

I turned my gaze to the ceiling, looking at the outdated white popcorn feel. "I'm scared. He's dangerous Daniel. And besides, I don't want anyone to get hurt."

His appalled expression shook the room and my heart. He cares for me, way too much than I would want him too. Like I said, I don't want anyone especially Daniel to get hurt. I love him too much to let that happen. "Do you know how pathetic and ridiculous you sound right now? Do you! The only one who is hurt is you! You can fool everyone else with the makeup and long sleeves, but not me. He's going to kill you Y/n!"

"I want him to." I scowled. I'm useless. What's the point in keeping on this Earth? I never belonged here anyway. "You don't mean that. Please tell me that you don't mean that." The vulnerability in his voice quaked my very existence. How can someone have me like this? Like I'm already his. When he breathes I breathe, when he feels a certain way, I feel the same.

"Life has given up on me Daniel, and I've come to terms with it. Whatever happens, happens."

"Y/n get your ass in here!" Oh, he's back. "No, you stay here alright. I'll go see what's wrong." Don't leave me, please. Desperation of want coursed through my veins, portraying in my facial expressions. He pecked my forehead, caressing my cheeks. "I'll be back. I promise." I observed as he walked in the living room. My ears couldn't perceive anything they said, but their volume increased with each sentence.

"She isn't a pet, Jeremiah! She's your girlfriend and you need to respect her."

"That hoe in there! That's my bitch, and I'll do whatever the fuck I want with what's mine!"

Next thing I heard was the sound of grunting and punching. I have to go in there, I need to see if Daniel's okay. As I got up, I saw Daniel, walking towards me. Nose bleeding, cut under his eye. He's hurt because of me. Because I didn't leave on my own. "Come on." He whispered. I didn't look back into the living room. I didn't care what happened to him. He deserved whatever he's gotten.

One Year Later

"Do you, Daniel Dwayne Simmons take Y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold. For rich or for poor. In sickness and health, till death do you part?" This is happening? I'm getting married, to Daniel? Pressure weighted in my lungs, signaling to breathe again. I love him, I want him and only him. He's been here for me through the darkest parts of anything. He stuck with me.

"I'll be with her even through death, and yes. I do." Such a goofball.

"And do you, {Your Full Name} take Daniel to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold. For rich or for poor. In sickness and health, till death do you part?" I was ready to say, 'I do' when he said "And do you..."

"I do, forever." Daniel's eyes lit up as I smiled at him.

"Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now-"

Daniel stepped in and mocked, "Smooch the bride. Don't mind if I do." Hooking onto my waist, he pulled me all the way to him and assaulted my lips in front of both of our families. It didn't seem like they minded. They all rose applause and laughter when he squeezed my ass. "I love you, baby."

I placed my forehead on his and stuck my tongue on the tip of his nose. "I love you too."

Author's Message: It would only let me post this in italics for some reason. But I ain't mad about it!