A Collection of Imagines

Nick

Red.

I flip through the channels on my television. Trying to find something good for him and I to watch when he gets home. I huff out in frustration, not finding anything interesting. God, we pay for this many channels and we end up with crap tv. The fuck is with that?

I did it again. I fucked up again and I could see the disappointment in his eyes. They burn in the back of my head and it's blurring my vision. It's making this hallway to my apartment turn a different hue. I pull at the roots of my hair and growl at the pain it gives me. All I see is red.

The front door flies open. I whip my head around to see him standing in the door frame. The door slams against the wall and his boots smack on the tile of the kitchen. He pounds his fists against the wall and walks into the kitchen, leaving the front door wide open. What the fuck? I stand from my place at the couch and throw the remote on the cushion. I walk slowly towards the kitchen. Something smashes against the tile. My pace quickens at the terrifying sound. I round the corner to see him picking up one of our plates to throw it to the ground. His face distorted in red anger. He reaches for another one. "Nick!" He moves as if he didn't hear me and smashes the plate on the counter top. Pieces fly all over the counter. Littering the space with white specs of china. He slams the cabinet door roughly, making a loud bang in the process. "Nick!" He stands up straighter to grab the bottle of whiskey that was gifted to him by his father from the top shelf. I watch as he unscrews the cap.

Fuck him. Seriously, fuck him. I look down at the liquid in the bottle. The brownish liqueur swirls around the container. Fuck, this was his. That 'I survived alcoholism' bastard.

He lifts the bottle to his lips, but stops before it touches them. He looks down at its contents. He stares intently at it, before lifting it over his head. He throws the bottle at the wall just above the sink and it shatters. That noise echos throughout the walls of my skull. I place my hand over my mouth to cover the scream that was about to fall out. I step back, hoping none of the glass comes towards me. I look back at him. I can tell in his eyes that he didn't know he was going to do that. His attention goes to me. Eyes wide. He didn't know I was there. 

You stupid fuck up. You stupid fucking idiot. You could have hurt her, you fucking bastard.

His hands go to his hair, pulling at his roots. Tears appearing in his eyes. I know that whatever is going on in his head, he's beating himself up. Mentally punching himself for doing that in front of me. My heart sinks at the thought. He lets out a sob. I can see his body going limp as he falls to his knees. His hand covers his face as he goes into a child's pose. I step forward, careful not to step on any glass as I make my way towards him. I kneel in front of him. I place my hand on his back, feeling the heat of his anger radiate off of him. My other hand goes to his, pulling them away from his face.

"I'm sorry. I'm ..." My voice cracks in the middle and I mentally slap myself for that. She pulls me up so I'm sitting on my legs. She towers over me as she kneels. Her hands go to either side of my face as she looks down on me from above. Her thumbs glide over my tear soaked cheeks. Her eyes locked onto mine. She doesn't have the same look as him. I can't register which emotion it is, but I just know that she's not the same as him. I will forever love her for that. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, baby. I'm ..."

"Shh, don't talk." 

A simple command. I obey only to have her lean in to kiss my mouth. My hands go to her waist as she takes all of me. Her fingers slide through the roots of my hair. Soothing my irritated scalp. She's all I ever need and I should never doubt that. She's the medicine that cures my pain every time I need a dose.