Brie Larson Imagines (Fem!reader)

She's Your What?! (B.L)

You hated highschool. You couldn't wait for the day you leave this hell hole and go to college to start a new life.

You couldn't stand anyone but your best friend, Grace. Sure, she could be a pain in the butt sometimes, but she was your pain in the butt.
She supported you in everything you did and took you in when your parents kicked you out when you came out to them. You owed her a lot.

You haven't seen your parents for a while now. You were broken when they reacted the way they did when you told them the truth about yourself, you didn't expect them to kick you out. You felt so alone, and it was in times like those that you were glad to have Grace by your side. She accepted for who you are and that was all you needed.

The only family member you see everyday is your little brother Jeremy, but he never spoke to you again after that day. You could see how sorry he was everytime he looked at you, but he never reached out to you.

So you decided to make the best out of your last school year to get the scholarship, work your ass off to earn money, graduate and get into college to finally get the hell out of this town, not thinking once about your family or things such as love.

Love. What a stupid concept. How can you expect someone to love you when not even your family does?

What a fucked up world, full of stereotypes and hate towards inoccents who aren't free to be who they are.

Soon the whole school knew about your parents kicking you out because of your sexuality during summer and you never felt as uncomfortable as you were now under everyone stares.

"Look, it's the dyke"

"I heard she got kicked out by her own parents"

"Guess it's what she deserves for being so disgusting"

"Hell is where you belong, dyke!"

You couldn't stand the whispers. It shocked you how cruel people can be.
You quickly took the books you needed from your locker and made your way to your first class, but you were stopped by someone harshly grabbing you from behind and throwing you on the toilets floor

"Well, well. Look who it is. The dyke." said a voice you hated with your entire being

"Vanessa" you greeted with venom in your voice, but the girl seemed not to notice

"I heard about your little sad story. I'm sorry your parents turned out to have a dyke as a daughter. Guess they didn't raise you right"

"Yes, because raising me as a cold heart bitch with a stick shoved up my ass was a better solution" you say with sarcasm only to be met with a punch to your face.

"Don't you dare speak that way to me again, dyke. You disgust me." she says before kicking your stomach with so much force to leave you out of breath.

She grinned and picked up your bag, searching for your wallet and taking a twenty

"Thank you" she says before tossing the wallet to your face and leaving you to the floor grimacing in pain.

You couldn't believe how one bad thing can lead to many others.
You could feel your phone vibrating in your jeans pocket but you were too weak to pick it up. You knew it was Grave, because who cared enough to know where you are if not her?

After what felt like hours, you finally found the strength to get up. You texted Grace, telling her you will see her at home and ran out of school.

You didn't know where you were going, you just walked trying to get all the voices out of your head

"You are the devil's doing"