A bunch of imagines!! Some will be touchy topics so please read at your own risk. Topics include but aren't limited to depression, anxiety, ED, drugs. Not all of these chapters will be happy y/n imagines. Please feel free to message me anytime for q...
"You're so stupid, I'm going to find a bitch to fuck, don't come home tonight" he leaves me at the bar, alone. I'm over this. I want out. I want out of the hitting, screaming, sex and degradation. A man comes and sits beside me. I try to wipe the tears from my face and look at the bartender. He knows my situation. He hands a glass of whiskey to the man beside me and turns towards me. "He left, you ok?" He asks. His name is Jordan, He's like my only friend. I just keep crying. "I want out" I managed to choke out. "Uh, excuse me I don't mean to intrude" "It's ok sir, you want a refill?" Jordan asks. "Actually." He turns towards me. "I'm here with my friends over there but I saw you with that guy, I heard what he said. And I wanted to say I'm sorry." My lips part slightly. "I know it's not my place but if you need a friend, or someone to treat you right. I'm gonna sit here for the rest of the night. I won't be drinking for the rest of the night." He places the empty glass far away on the bar. Jordan looks at him as I'm still shocked. "Stay here" he says to him he motions for me to follow him. I meet him at the end of the bar where no one is. "I know this guy. He's a good guy. He can help you out. You need it babe cuz I'm seriously worried the next time he puts his hands on your neck he's gonna kill you" I touch the top of my turtle next sweater. The bruises still ache. "O-ok" I say we make our way back to where we need to be. I take a breathe as I sit down. The man keeps staring ahead. "I need help" I say. He looks at me, his eyes are so hazel, reflecting the lights from the liquor shelves. "But you need to know what you're dealing with. So here's my story. I met him two years ago he became abusive almost immediately. Every time I threaten to leave he does something. Tonight...." I pull my turtle neck down to reveal my purple and black bruise. His lips part as he looks at the mark. "You can go to the police" he replies. "I have no one" I respond. "You have me" he replies. "W-whats your name?" I ask. "Ashton, and you're y/n. I promise as long as I'm with you he won't hurt you"
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