Outer Banks Imagines

Pope

Y/n pov
-9 years ago-
"Y/n catch!" JJ, my older brother yelled to me and threw the football. I was 7 years old, JJ was 8. I could catch but throwing was a no go for me.
"JJ did you see? I caught it!" I yelled and jumped up and down in excitement. It was the first time I've ever caught the ball with one hand.
"Good job now you throw it back!" He yelled to me from the other side of the yard. I threw it as hard as I could so it would get to him, but I missed JJ and the football hit the kitchen window.
JJ and I stood in our places in the yard shocked and scared. Dad was gonna be livid with us.
"JJ! What do we do?" I asked him as I ran towards him. He knew I was afraid of our dad.
"I-I'll take the blame. Don't worry." JJ said protecting me. He was always like that.
"Who threw that ball?" My dad, Luke, screamed coming out of the house. I backed away from him.
"I'm sorry. It was m-me." JJ said and fiddled with his hands.
"So the one who was facing away from the window threw it at the window?" My dad said and rolled his eyes. He knew it was me! I was gonna get beaten to death.
JJ looked back at me. He didn't know what to do.
"I did it." I said and walked next to JJ and grabbed his hand.
"I know you did it you piece of shit! Don't lie to me again! Come here!" He yelled and yanked me inside by my arm. I whimpered from his hold. I could hear JJ yelling behind us trying to catch up with my dads fast pace. He was yelling at him to stop and that he'd take the blow for me.
"Boy if you don't shut your damn mouth!" My dad growled turning around to face JJ. JJ hid behind the wall and coward down. I would do the same thing.
My dad brought me into the kitchen and grabbed a piece of the broken glass.
"You know what happens to little girls who break shit?" He asked me. I shook my head no and tears fell from my eyes. I was a sobbing mess, as any child would be. He took the glass and sliced it down from my shoulder to right above my elbow. I screamed out in pain and cried more.
"They get punished!" He yelled answering his own question.
"I'm sorry." I cried and cried. He shoved me back and walked out of the house. The gash on my arm was making me lose blood fast.
"C-come on. We gotta take you to get help!" JJ said running into the kitchen once our dad walked out.
He took me to the neighbors and told them a lie about how I got hurt. I got 10 plus stitches in my arm. It was gonna leave a big scar the doctor said.

-present time-
"Does it hurt?" Pope asked me. Him and I were laying on the front of his dads boat. He asked the question carefully like he was afraid I'd get mad. Pope looked down at the scar and let out a sad sigh. The scar was pale in color and bumpy, and raised over the skin. Pope looked away and blinked. I saw a tear run down his cheek.
"It did. Years ago, when I first got it." I said and wiped his tear. He gave me a weak smile, which I returned.
"I can't believe your dad did that to you." He whispered and turned in his side to face me.
I didn't really know what to say. "Well you know my dad and how he gets." I said and looked over at him. He brought his hand up to my face to run over another small scar I got from my dad. You only noticed the tiny scar on my face if you looked closely. Half of the time I forgot it was there it blended in with my skin.
"I wish I could've saved you." He said. I let out a sigh.
"I'm ok now. You saved me now. I can't thank ya enough for that." I smiled and kissed his cheek. This time he gave me a real, lovable smile. Pope was my savior, and I'll love him forever because of that.