13 reasons why - imagines and preferences.

Panic attack// justin foley

For Just_Maya_18

Hot, salty tears run down my face as the banging on my bedroom door becomes louder and louder.

The bruises that lined my arms begin to grow darker and more painful to the touch.

I push my white oak drawers against the doors to hold him back as I fumble around my purse for my phone.

Once the device reaches my hands, I turn it on and dial my boyfriends number.

Justin was always ready to come and get me if I ever needed help but he doesn't know my dad is abusive.

"Maya ...it's three in the morning... what's wrong?"

His voice stiffens when he hears my sniffles.

"It's my dad...he started hitting me when he returned from wherever he goes to pads his time."

"What!" He shouts, clearly angered.

I hear shuffling in the background and what sounds like a car door closing.

"I'm on my way." He says before hanging up.

The door starts to creak. It sounds like he is using something to help him break it.

The lock finally gives out and the drawers are pushed forward allowing him to enter.

"You really think your little boyfriend can come and save you?" He sneers.

His breath reeks of alcohol and his pupils are dilated.

"I'll snap him before he can even touch me."

Justin appears behind my father. He wore a shocked yet knowing expression. My father always acted really nice around Justin. It almost made him seem suspicious.

"Get your hands off of her." He tells when my father laces his hands around my throat.

Justin pulls him back and punches him in the face, knocking him out cold.

My father wasn't a big man but he was strong, the alcohol probably messed with his body or something.

Justin rushes over to me once he realises that my breathing has become shallow and my eyes were watering like crazy.

My chest began to feel tighter and tighter making breathing unbearable.

"I'm here Maya don't worry."

His hands found their way to the sides of my face and he runs his fingers over the bruises that hung like decoration against my cheekbones and jaw line.

"He's a fucking bastard."

"Calm down Okay, just breathe really slowly or something...."

He frantically pulls me into a bear hug and pats my back in a comforting manner.

When he realises that I wasn't calming down he looks deep into my eyes, I notice that his eyes have a seemingly longing look in them.

Before I can comprehend what is happening, his soft, plump lips are on mine, causing my breathing to somewhat steady and the tight feeling in my chest to fade. All that remains is a tingling feeling that rushes through my body.

My lips move against his and I feel him tense up, clearly not expecting me to reciprocate this action.

He pulls away and looks back into my eyes.

"I've been wanting to do that for so long."

"So have I" I whisper.

He picks me up and carries me to his car to take me to his and clays place for a few nights.

A/n; I know this is majorly late, I'm sorry about that but I've been really busy with school and studying for some exams.

This is not my best work but it will have to do.