this is kinda graphic.
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*Flashback*
I ran into my room and closed my door. Almost as soon as it closed, it burst open again, the wood cracking. My dad stomped in, angry,
"THIS IS MY HOUSE AND YOU WILL FOLLOW MY RULES!" He raised his hand angrily. I flinched as it came down, hitting my face hard. I screamed, but he clapped his hand over my mouth hard,
"Shut the fuck up! As long as you live here, you will be my daughter and you will follow my. Fucking. Rules!" He hit me again, tears streaming down my face. He was drunk, I could smell it. I got home late from my boyfriend, Ethan's, house. My dad didn't like me out past 9. When I did, which was very rare, it was never good. I screamed again,
"I'm sorry! It was an accident!" I pushed away from him, running to the other end of my room. He grabbed one of my wrists, yanking it. I pulled back, screaming in pain. He got to my other wrist,
"Shut up! Keep screaming and you know what happens!" He slapped my face. I held in my screams. He tied a tie around my wrists, pulling it way too tight. I pulled at it, but he yanked me forward,
"Stop it, bitch. You did this to yourself." He pushed me back, forcing me into my closet. I cried out and he pushed my face backwards, my neck cracking. I kept crying and he slammed my butt on the ground hard,
"You're spending the next day in here. I don't wanna hear a single word." He put tape over my mouth and closed the closet door, locking it. I spent the next hour crying, trying to figure out a way to get myself out of this deep shit.
*Present*
I woke up, sweating and hyperventilating. I looked around the dark room, scared about everything that could and would happen. But, I was alone. Nobody was there. I fumbled for my phone, my hands shaking wildly. I dialed Ethan's number, feeling dizzy. He picked up after the third ring,
"Hello?" He sounded congested. I broke down,
"E-Ethan?" I cried harder. He immediately sounded worried and wide awake,
"Y/N, what happened?!" I heard something fall on the other end of the line. I sobbed,
"J-just come over." And I hung up. I dropped my phone on the hardwood floor, sobbing heavily. No more than 15 minutes later, my door slammed open. I took a deep gasp, standing up out of bed and collapsing into Ethan's arms. He held me tight,
"Baby, what happened?!" He rubbed small circles on my back. I gasped again, trying to force air into my lungs,
"I-I had another bad dream. I-" A sob broke me down. My legs gave out and I fell to the floor. Ethan went with me, kneeling over me as I huddled into a ball. He gripped my waist, burying his face into my hair,
"Babe, you need to breath and calm down for me." He put a hand on the back of my head, cradling me gently. I hiccuped, taking a shaky breath. I calmed down,
"Can you s-stay?" I looked up at him, tears blurring my vision again. He nodded, grabbing me like I weighed nothing, and carrying me to my bed. When I laid down, he slid in beside me,
"Do you wanna talk about it?" He kissed my shoulder. I shook my head, flipping to face him. He smirked, clenching his jaw slightly,
"Do you wanna just talk?" He moved a stray piece of hair from my face. I shook my head,
"Just talk to me. Your voice is nice." I grabbed his shirt and pulled myself closer to him. I took in his scent, breathing deeply. He started talking, his voice soothing noise in the background of my raging thoughts. I was more focused on keeping him there. My mind calmed down, Ethan's voice slowly putting me to sleep. I spoke involuntarily,
"Ethan?" I felt my body relax. He stopped talking,
"Yeah?" He kissed my forehead. I stretched, trying to stay awake,
"Will you always be there? Like-" He cut me off, tipping my face up. I waited. Nothing. He finally pressed his lips on mine. After, he let me lay back down,
"I will always be there. No matter what. Call me, I'll be there. Text me, I'm there. I'm going to be here forever."
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أدب الهواةI write imagines... It's kinda whatever, you know? Smut, cute, clean, whatever I'm feeling. I'm pretty chill, I like getting credit for what I create. I post on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. I do take requests, though it's not quite popular. Pre...