Classic rock imagines

Roger waters

Warnings: mentions of abuse, abuse, cussing
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You couldn't get out. You were trapped in a toxic relationship for two years and he wouldn't let you go. He had abused you every day for the past two years of your life and all you could do was dream about leaving. Every time you tried to end it with him he would beat you and say I love you and force you to have sex with him.

You went out to his house to tell him you were going on tour with your good friends Pink Floyd. You and Roger kinda had a thing, not like dating but it was definitely more than friends. The only thing was you hadn't told Roger or anyone for that matter about your psychotic boyfriend. The fact hat you had to go to his house right now scared the absolute shit outta you.

You walk down the street, trying to stall so you didn't have to talk to him. Everything about him was so terrifying. The fact that he was 6'4 didn't help. This man towered over you, he was extremely athletic and strong, and he had no trouble in giving you a swift punch in the face.

You make it up to his house, anxiety plastered on your face. You tried to stay calm and rehearsed in your head what you would say to him. You were going on tour with your friends and we're hoping to make it big and have a good time and be safe.

He opens the door, towering over you. He rolls his eyes at the sight of you and signals for you to come in. His house is disgusting, pizza boxes everywhere and clothes strewn over the floor. Beer bottles littered the place and it reeked of spoiled milk. Grease stains decorated the carpet and bottles of booze filled the sink.

"What the hell do you want bitch." He scoffs

"I- I'm going on tour with my band and I'll be gone for a few weeks and I thought I'd just stop by and tell you that's all." You whimper

"You think I'd let you do some shitty kid stuff like that you dumb fuck?" He yells

You sigh, knowing that he'd be like this.

"Well I just thought that I can make it big then I can get some money and all that, and that maybe you'd be proud or something."

"You wouldn't last a day in the show biz. Your a weak little girl who should be here taking my orders and doing what I want you to."

He grabs your neck, not allowing you to breath. He slams you against the wall and with his free hand he slaps you over and over and over until you face is red and blue. His grip on your neck tightens, leaving fingerprints.

"Now get on your knees and do what your told!" He shouts

You immediately head for the door, he throws a bottle at you barely hitting your back. You stumble out of the door and run down the street, tears cascading down your face.

You get home and pack for tour, bringing loads of clothing, your guitar and a shit ton of makeup to cover your bruises.

The next morning you get ready to leave for tour, caking on makeup to cover your spots. You were excited to see Roger, knowing he'll relieve your stress the moment you lay eyes on him.

Later in the evening you practice with your band and hang out with everyone. Syd notices you zoning off a lot. You were thinking about the night before, and how scared you still are.

Everyone noticed you zoning out on stage and missing your guitar solo. Your mind ran over the events of last night, remembering the feeling of his hands around your neck.

Your manager pulls you aside, noticing somethings up.

"Y/n we should talk." Your manager leads you into a room. You don't notice Roger follow.

"I'm just stressed out and all, I haven't gone on tour before so this is kinda new that's all." You say

Your manager walks out, leaving you in an empty room. Roger soon walks over with a worried clouding his eyes.

"Y/n we need to talk. Somethings up with you, your usually really focused." He softly speaks

"Roger..." you whisper

"Y/n you can tell me anything."

"Roger I- I'm in this relationship with this guy-"

"Go on?"

"He abuses me Roger. For the past two years I haven't been able to get out but he abuses me every day. He wouldn't let me go on tour! And whenever I try to end it with him he hits me and takes advantage of me and I don't know what to do!" You start to sob

"Oh y/n! I had no idea. You've been putting up with this for so long, and you don't deserve anything like it at all. Look when tour is over, why don't we pack your stuff and you can move in with me in London?"

"Oh Roger I wouldn't want to make you do this."

His eyes went wide. I knew my makeup had worn away.

"He did this to you?"

"Yea.."

"I'll fucking kill the bastard!"

"Roger!"

"Y/n your not going back there. He could've killed you!"

"Rog I-"

"Y/n I've never had the chance to tell you this, but I love you. I love you so much, and it hurts me to see you hurt like this, I hate to see you taken advantage of and in pain. You don't deserve any of this, you deserve someone who will respect you." He rambles

Next thing you know his lips are firmly pressed against yours. You melt into the kiss, your lips fitting together like puzzle pieces.

"I love you too Roger. And thank you so so much."