Vlog Squad/ TFIL Imagines

My protector |David Dobrik|

(WARNING: mentions of abuse, so if you are at all triggered by this topic please do not read this. Abuse is a serious topic so please if you are at all easily triggered by this I am a serious click off.)
The day David walked in on my Dad having me pinned up against the wall with his agonizing grip as he yelled at me about how much of a mistake I was, was the day I knew I was finally free from that horrible person that I once loved and called my father. That day made me think a lot, not about anything in particular, but about my life. How I thought that I was actually cared for by my father, turned out to be wrong. It's already hard dealing with the fact that my Mother cheated on my Father and that's why she was no longer in the picture. I chose to go live with my father because I thought he loved me and he could protect me more than my so-called mother. Turns out the only person that could properly protect me was the person that I call my best friend. David Dobrik.
We'd met in 6th grade. Being stuck in detention together wasn't the best way to meet new people, new friends. But ever since this day I was glad we met during that miserable detention. Without David in my life, I don't think I'd escape this horrible path in my life. I would have had to deal with my father for my whole life.
All along the Vlog Squad have been my true family. The people that love and care for me for who I am. The people that don't judge me for my overall craziness. Those were the people I wanted to be surrounded around and I was lucky enough to have them.

Flashback
I walk into my house as quiet as possible in case my dad was still here. I slowly turn the knob shutting the door. I let out a sigh as I don't hear any noise in the house meaning that my dad was either not here or was asleep. If my dad knew that I had come back late at night, I don't even want to think about what he'd do. I had just gotten back from David's apartment, we'd been planning on a way to get me and all my stuff out of this house, the house that I spent my childhood in. David knew some things about my dad, but he didn't know it all. He didn't know that I'd spend hours upon hours either balling my eyes out or having to bandage my cuts and bruises. He didn't undertaker how many torturous hours I had spent locked away in my room waiting for my prince to rescue me from the person that I dreaded most. I was locked away, trapped. My father wouldn't let me leave and he sure as hell wouldn't let me leave with any boy but himself. I wasn't able to live the life of any regular person. I couldn't go out to restaurants and eat fancy food, I couldn't go shopping with my friends at the shopping centre so we could buy dresses, I couldn't even make friends without my Dad not knowing. My whole life is a secret. Half hidden from my friends, and half hid from my Dad. As soon as I had entered the kitchen I wish I hadn't. I wish a hole would appear and swallow me into the ground, so I didn't have to face the person I feared the most. "Now, now. Where were you?" My father's sinister voice spoke, sending shivers throughout my body. "I was at the library. Looking for new books." I lied, gulping when I saw the look on his face.
"Don't you dare lie to me!" He growled, his voice lingering with poison. I could tell that he was very intoxicated by all the beer bottles shattered on the ground.
"I-I swear I was-"
"I don't want your pathetic lies. Tell me the goddamn truth." He shouts glaring daggers at me. I look down not wanting to make eye contact with him.
"You were with a boy, weren't you? I did not raise you to be like your mother and I sure as hell didn't raise you to be a slut."He continued, his voice getting louder and angrier with each word.
"I'm going to ask you one more bloody time. Where on earth were you!" He mutters taking a swig of the half-empty bottle in his hand.
"With a friend," I whisper.
"Speak up will ya!" He growls.
"WITH A FRIEND!" I shout back at him. A look of surprise on his face. As soon as I saw his expression turn to anger I knew that what I had just done was a mistake and I was in for one hell of a ride. He storms towards me, the bottle releasing from his grip and landing on the ground with a thud. I go to move, but I can't. I'm in complete shock, I'm frozen in place. He stops in front of me, nostrils flaring and his breath stunk on alcohol. He gives me a nasty glare before he raises his hand up and slaps me hard on my left cheek. I go to raise my hand to cover the spot that was now in pain, but he grabs a hold of my wrist and shoves me into the wall. I let out a quiet groan in case he might get even madder. "You're hurting me," I whimper at his deathly grip on my wrist that will most likely be bruised.
"Your mother hurt me, but I'm not complaining. So shut your mouth you stupid slut." He yells. The next thing I know he grabs ahold of my neck making it so I can't breathe. I attempt to pull his hand away from me but fail miserably as his grip tightens.
"St-op," I choke out, begging for air.
"You're a mistake! You always have been and you always will be! You're just like your mother, a brat!" He spits. I feel myself get dizzy and start to feel light headed as my breathing begins to slow down. He goes to slap me once more but was interrupted once the door slammed open. Police piled into the room with weapons in hand. He removes his hand away from neck making me slide down the wall and pant for air. I cough as I try to regain my breath. "Y/n!" I look towards the voice to see that David had come running in, a worried expression on his face. He runs towards me kneeling down beside me. "It's okay, you're okay," he whispers as he brings me into his arms. He rubs up and down my back helping me regain my breath properly. I bury my head into his neck letting my tears out. I looked up one last time seeing the police drag my Father out who had his head hung low. The last thing I heard was the voices of the police before my eyes fell shut and my body became limp against David's.