𝒋𝒗𝒐 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔࿐

☁︎ broken home.

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parents have been fighting a lot recently.. seemingly over the most smallest, yet repetitive things. it causes me to get extremely upset when the arguments start. even though before they begin to heat up, i hide away in the darkest corner of my bedroom. i can still hear them through the stuff walls of my bedroom, while i lay in my bed.

i've stayed at johnny's apartment for the whole weekend so that if another fight broke out between my mom and dad, i wouldn't be there to witness it. however, johnny had plans that consisted of having the guys over and i didn't want to come in between that.

this is very inconvenient for me, as i had to relocate back home and todays pathetic argument is happening right outside my paper-thin, bedroom door.

hysterical screaming, breaking of objects against the wall, and insults too inappropriate for your parents. being that they are a married couple and shouting at each other. all i want is to curl up in a little ball and be in johnny's arms right now. always here to keep me safe and sound when things aren't going right, it feels wrong that he's not.

silly arguments always end with the same old thing. the front door slamming closed and either my mom or my dad, balling their eyes out until they can't breathe.

today is no different. thirty minutes of solid shouting.. the house rattled with the force of the of the door on its hinges, and my moms loud wails echo through the achingly silent atmosphere. breaks my heart to know that she's upset over something so petty. if this is how it's going to be every second of everyday maybe my parents should get a divorce.

slipping on one of johnny's warm, vanilla scented hoodies, which reaches past my hips. i read the time displayed on my phone screen. 2:45 am. of course, leave it up to my parents to have a fight this late. why couldn't they have gone to bed and settled whatever was going on between them in the morning?

i sneak downstairs, trying to accomplish not having my mom on my case.

freedom of the dark black night stretches out before i walk down the deserted sidewalk. pulling a three day old cigarette out of the pack in my back pocket and lighting it with my favorite lighter. inhaling the thick black smoke somehow clears my mind and i'm just able to think of the replaying events of tonight without a distraction.

do my parents even love me anymore?
the don't love each other.. so what makes it think they love you?

feeling a few tears slip down my cheeks, leaving a salty trail down my cheeks which glimmers in the moonlight. reminding me of just how many sleepless nights i've had in the  past few weeks.

as i wander along, i didn't notice when four rowdy boys, my boyfriend being one of them, emerge from the darkness. chattering with hayden obnoxiously. it's only when the silence stops that i realize.

"y/n?" my y'all boyfriend sounds disappointed as he recognizes me with a hood slung over your straggly hair and a cigarette hanging from my lips. squinting his eyes to get the perfect view. he pulls me onto the grassy area attempting to have some sort of privacy away from his friends that are now staring at my broken figure.

"i thought you quit?" johnny asks with a stringent tone leaving his voice. his soft grip on my arms and his reassuring emerald eyes. hold sympathy and concern.

parting my lips, i blow out the remaining smoke in my lungs. turning to face a blonde with a tear stained face. taking the cigarette in my hand, i gulp nervously.

"i-i d-did," i stutter. noticing his eyebrows knit together in confusion.

johnny carefully takes the half smoked cigarette out of my hand and throws it to the concrete. stomping it out with his foot. he brings his calloused hands up to cup them around my face for comfort. looking into my eyes, while tucking a loose stand of hair behind my ear.

"what's bothering you, baby?" the more i listen to his voice, the more raspy and hoarse it sounds.

"they're fighting again." answering in a quiet voice, knowing that he already unowhat i'm talking about. forever complaining about the argument between my parents. he's been supportive since the first time it happened.

stepping back, johnny's hands drop from my face. my fingertips run through my tangled hair. "they don't love each other anymore and they always was shout -and argue and-"

collapsing in a whirl wind of tears, the angel in front of me lunging forward to stop my from hitting head first against the concrete sidewalk. sobs wrack my body as johnny hold me into his broad chest. toying with the end of my head, and resting his head on the crown of my head. so damn welcoming.

"it'll be alright babe," he leans back from my embrace to capture my lips in a slow nd gently kiss. savoring the moment that we are currently sharing together. his cute cheekbones are barely visible under the shade of moonlight.

"i-i just.. why can't they ever be happy.. i don't understand." i mumble, closing my eyes to focus on our foreheads leaning together.

"i don't know princess. but they'll sort it out okay? please don't worry about it so much. they wouldn't want you to." johnny acknowledges, offering his words of advice.

i smile numbly, glad i made the unreasonable decision to go our past curfew tonight. the amount of love i have for this boy is indescribable. despite the prior misconceptions, i'll be fine with johnny by my side.

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deleted the last imagines bc it felt repetitive. wanted to give you guys smth new, in a way. btw i'm prob going to do a volume two for these imagines lmk. love u. :(