Why Don't We imagines

I'm so sorry - Jack Avery

This talks about rape and violence so read at your own risk

Y/N's POV

I sat on the couch sobbing, blood was dripping down my face from my nose, bruises and scratches covered my body. My clothes were ripped and bloody. The window in the kitchen is broken and everything is gone. I live in a house with my boyfriend Jack, and while he was at the studio we were robbed. By while the robber was robbing the house, he raped me.

I was sobbing until the door opened and Jack came inside.

"Woah, what happened here?" he mumbled to himself. He closed the door then he saw me on the couch, he ran to me and held me in his arms while I sobbed. "Baby, what happened?"

"W-we were r-robbed," I sobbed into his shoulder.

"Are you ok?" he asked as he inspected all of my bruises. I just shook my head. "Lets get you cleaned up baby." I nodded then he helped me up the stairs. He brought me to the bathroom and started a warm bath, he got some jogging pants, a t-shirt, and a towel for me then left the bathroom.

*after the bath*

I got out of the bathtub and drained the water, I dried myself off then changed into my clean clothes. I brushed my hair and washed my face then went into the bedroom where Jack was waiting. I was limping because in between my legs hurt so bad.

"Baby, Why are you limping?" Jack asked.

"He kicked me," I lied. The truth is worse than that.

"Can I look at it?" he asked. I nodded then pulled my pants down so I was just in my underwear. "There isn't a bruise, what really happened?" he asked then pulled my pants back up. Tears grew in my eyes and he placed his hands on my shoulders and rubbed them gently. "Baby, what happened?"

"H-he r-raped me," I said then started sobbing. Jack hugged me tightly and brushed my hair with his fingers. "I w-wanted you to b-be my f-first but he w-was t-too strong, I-I'm so s-sorry," I sobbed into his shoulder.

"No baby, don't be sorry, none of it was your fault," he said then kissed the top of my head.

"Y-You're not mad?" I questioned as I pulled away.

"No baby, of course not. He did something that you didn't want, and it doesn't count if you didn't give consent," he told me gently. I nodded then he smiled and wiped away my tears. "It's ok."

"What will we do about everything that's gone?" I asked. "He took your jersey, I know it meant a lot to you."

"Baby, I don't care about the jersey, you're safe and that's all I care about," he said with a smile.

"And the window?" I asked.

"I'll call the insurance and figure it out," he told me then placed a gentle kiss on my lips. "Everything will be ok."