Outerbanks Imagine

Pain - John B

Summary

You're JJ's sister and your dad gets to you.

Once again, you pissed off your dad. You were alone with him and he took advantage of it.

"You're a slut!" He yelled at you and kicked you in the stomach. "No wonder your mom left!" Another kick followed. You hit your head against the wall and you felt dizzy. "Your brother doesn't love you. Nobody does. You're ugly!" It went on and on. Kicks and punches were followed after everything he said and then it stopped. He left the house, while you laid on the floor, trying to stay conscious and find your phone to call your boyfriend or text anyone you could think off to help you. You couldn't see who you were texting, but hopefully they understood what you were trying to type.

"Y/N!" You hear someone yell. You slowly looked in the direction of the sound and saw Pope standing in the doorway. He was the last person you expected to turn up here.

"Go away. My dad-."

"Is gone. We have to get you to the chateau."

"Yeah, you mumbled. Pope helped you up while you cried in pain. Everything hurted so back. Your dad didn't always abuse you. It was mostly JJ who got the punches, but when your dad got to you, you were always in more pain JJ has ever been in. Pope helped to you his car and then he drove like a maniac to the chateau.

"John B! JJ!" He yelled as he got out and then ran over to the passengers side of the car. He helped you out of the car. You leaned on him with all your weight. You had no energy left to stand up on your own.

"Pope, what the hell is goi-." JJ stopped in the middle of his sentence. You looked up at him. "Shit." He mumbled and rushed over to you. John B did the same.

"There are supplies in the bathroom," John B said to Pope. JJ lifted you up in bridal style. Again you cried in pain.

"I know. I'm sorry. Did dad do this to you?"

"Yeah," you mumbled. John B sat down on the couch. JJ sat you down against him, so that John B would keep you up straight. You slowly closed your eyes.

"Hey, Y/N. You know the rule. Keep your eyes open. Please. Open your eyes," you heard JJ say with panic in his voice. With all the strength you had left, you opened your eyes.

"That's my sister. I'm going to clean the wounds now, okay." He started to clean your wounds and you squeezes John B's hand as it stung.

"Pope, where did you find her?" JJ asks as he cleans your wounds.

"At your home. She texted me a few letters and I thought it was weird. On the Snapchat map I saw that she was home so I decided to check it out. There was a lot of blood JJ. Are you sure that she doesn't need to go to a hospital?"

"No. You know why. We'll just wake her every hour." You groaned. So now you couldn't even sleep properly because he was going to wake you up every hour? Awesome.

"Y/N, I'm almost done. I only need to one near your eye." You whined in pain as he started to clean the cut and you tried to move you hear, but JJ's grip was too strong.

"Sit still before I'm in your eye," he whispered.

"But it hurts."

"I know. But we need to do this."

"Okay, I'm done," he said after a few minutes. You exhaled in relieve and leaned more against John B.

"Can I sleep now?" you mumbled.

"Almost. What day is it?" JJ asks. You knew what was coming. JJ would ask you a list of questions to see if you would have a concussion. The answers was probably yes, but he did it anyway.

"Sunday."

"What is your name?"

"Y/N Maybank."

"What happened?"

"My dad beated me."

"Do you feel sick?"

"A little."

"Does anything hurt?"

"Yes, everything you stupid."

"Now how many fingers am I holding up?" He held up his hand in front of your face. You had to squeeze your eyes together.

"Three?" You said. To be honest, you saw six fingers on one hand and you knew that couldn't be right.

"What about now?" He said and changed the number of fingers he was holding up.

"Four," you said with confidence.

"Okay. I'm done."

"Let's get you to bed now," John B whispered in your ear.

"Finally." He picked you from the couch and walked to his bedroom. He laid you down. He helped you change your shirt and then he laid down next to you.

"You're going to be just fine," he whispers.

"I know." He planted a kiss on your head and then you fell asleep