Dylan O'Brien Imagines ((SMUT INCLUDED))

Make this place our home - Mitch part 2

This is the part 2 to my last imagine,

Enjoy!

Tuesday 4:07am:

We have been driving for about 6 hours, normally I would be exhausted but my stamina is being powered by my anger. Another 20 minutes and we'll be there, Logan fell asleep about an hour into the trip. I could see his bruised arms wrapped around his teddy bear, how could anyone do that to a child? What kind of twisted person would hit a child just to make a point? He is the sweetest little boy, he wouldn't hurt a fly. When Stan finds out about this there's no telling what he will do.

I pull up to the front of the house, I unbuckle myself and Logan,

"Hey little dude, we're at Grandpa's. I'm gonna carry you to the door but I need you to help me, okay?" I whisper to him while he's half asleep, he gently nods as he reaches his arms around my neck. I carry him to the front of the house and knock on the door. I hear the three locks being fumbled with before the door opens.

"Hey Dad,"

He looks at me, tired yet amazed. "Oh my god, Y/N," he hugs me tight while Logan sleeps quietly in my arms. "Come on in." He lead me through the cabin into the living room. I carefully put Logan on the sofa. I follow my father into the kitchen, he pours himself a cup of coffee to wake him self up.

"So Honey, as good as it is to see you, What are you doing here?" He asks while leaning over the counter. I let go of a breath I didn't even realize I was holding in. I start going into a long explanation of what happened in the past 8 hours. I could see him more and more pissed off by the minute. When I finished explaining, he kind of just stared at the coffee cup until he left the room. I got up to get some water, as I was getting the glass I heard a thump from the other room and then a loud shout:

"SON OF A BITCH!"

I ran into the room, "Dad, Logan's sleeping you need to calm down."

"How the hell am I supposed to be calm Y/N?! He's been doing this to you for I don't know how long and then you tell me that he hurt my only grandson? What the fuck?" I put my hands on his shoulders, he breathes out slowly. "You should've told me Y/N."

"I would've Dad but he was so fucking awful to me I was scared what would happen if I did say anything to anyone." I say with a tremble in my voice. He brings me into a tight hug. Just as we pull away, someone comes into the room.

"Hurley, can I ask why there is a small child asleep on your sofa?" A tall, rugged man walks in. He glares at my father, waiting for an answer.

"That small child is my grandson, Rapp. This is my daughter Y/N, she's gonna have to stay here for a while." My dad answers in a direct tone. The man looks over at me and goes to shake my hand. "I'm Mitch."

"Y/N. And the small child in there is Logan."

He looked at me with a small smirk, "Good to know."

My dad looked at me with a questioning look, towards Mitch then back at me. I nodded hesitantly.

"Uh..Y/N's husband has been abusing herself and her son."

Mitch looked at me with anger in his eyes, "Oh. I'm sorry to hear that, are you okay?"

"I am now, I just had to get Logan away from him. Before I met Declan, he was all I had. For years Declan was so helpful with Logan, and then I came home last night and I found him curled up under the kitchen counter crying. He showed me the bruises on his arms and his shoulder. It kinda looks like he was thrown against something. Declan then slapped me and then I yelled at him for abusing my kid." I explained, I tried to hold in the tears. I was trembling with tears flooding my vision.

"Hold up, he actually thought you were gonna let your kid live with him? What a shitty dad." He responds, he looked pissed off. "He's not a dad. He never was. I brought Logan up, Declan was just something I picked up along the way."

"Oh right, so what about Logan's real dad? If you don't mind me asking." He asked kind of hesitantly.

I look at him dead in the eyes, "I honestly don't remember much about him, it was a late night at a bar in New York like 7 years ago. He was drinking, looked kinda sad. I bought him a drink, we talked ended up going back to my place. Never heard from him again but he seemed like a good guy. I do feel bad for Logan though, not knowing who his father is, I mean I tried to find out but there wasn't really much on him."

Mitch stares at me with a sense of nostalgia. As he does I take in his appearance, his eyes were warm yet steely, whiskey brown with flecks of gold around his iris. Moles scattered across his cheeks. His noses bridged perfectly, slightly upturned at the end. His lips thin and pink while his stubble slightly darkening his lower face, the longer I glared at him the more familiar he looked.

"Ah, yes I suppose that would be kind of hard on him." He said, "You should probably get some sleep," I nodded, I walked to the living room I picked up Logan and carried him to my old room. I placed him on my bed and wrapped him up in a blanket, I slipped beside him and cradled him until I fell asleep.

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