Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Female

(In a world where females are rare and only 1% of ever female can bear children)
G!P Lauren
Y/N's POV
I ran as fast as I could away from the men. I knew they were tracking me ever since I got to Florida.

I've been on the run for months now, since the sight of me made men jump for hope.

You see I'm a woman, but normal woman are put to work and married and shit.

At age 18 all woman take a test to determine their fate. Fertile women are thrown into a dirty cell. Infertile women are freed.

Fertility is rare. I'm pure, great for child bearing. People like me are chained up and mated over and over until my body gives up.

I don't want that. So here I am running for my life.

"Corner her! He wants her unharmed!" I heard a female voice.

That's when I was tackled to the ground by a man twice my size.

"Unharmed my ass! She's a goddamn runner! How else would we get her down?!" I winced as his knee landed on my wrist.

That was sure to leave a bruise.

Soon enough I was handcuffed, thrown into a cop car.

"God, Simpson I said unharmed! Look at her!" The same female voice spoke as the man tied me up.

"Shut it, Jauregui. I got her didn't I?" He slammed my wrist down when I tried to adjust the cuffs on my wrist.

A pained cry left my lips and the female known as Jauregui shoved the man off of me.

"Stop! You're hurting her!" I flinched away from the woman, cowering further into the back of the van.

"Just drive, Simpson. I'm staying back here with her." The man rolled his eyes before shutting the doors of the van.

"Hey, are you okay? Let me see." The woman reached for my wrist, making me flinch.

"I'm not going to hurt you. Just let me see." She reached up, grabbing the first aid kit that hung above us.

"I'm Officer (Taylor) Jauregui. We're taking you to President Griffin. Your name is Y/N, right?" She spoke as she gently grabbed my cuffed hands.

She took the handcuffs off of me and sighed when she saw the discoloration to my wrist.

She wrapped it and I flinched when she brought her hand up to clean the gash on my forehead. I didn't even know that was there.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm just cleaning you up." I let her and once she finished she gave me a soft smile.

The moment was short lived as the door slammed open and Simpson glared at the woman.

"Why did you take the handcuffs off of her?! You're lucky she's tied up!" I was thrown over his shoulder and cried out in pain as his shoulder blade was now lodged into my ribs.

"Brad! Stop! You're hurting her!" Taylor pleaded.

"I wouldn't have to if you would've followed protocol!" He handcuffed me once again, making my wrist hurt.

I didn't dare say a word.

"What is going on here?" A husky voice spoke.

"Nothing, ma'am. We have the girl." Simpson seemed to have a switch of personalities.

"Lauren. He's been hurting her the entire time! Griffin's orders were to bring her unharmed!" A sigh filled my ears.

"Is there a reason you're carrying her, Simpson?" I felt the man nod.