Why dont we Imagines(REQUEST OPEN)

Gas Station ~JRA~ {Inspired}

🚨This is inspired by softseavey
It is kinda inverted a little so it's inspired by their book this isn't an original idea!!!!!!🚨

Warning: Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Mention of Sexual abuse. and this is HELLA LONG

~Lilly's POV~

I was currently at my house. I shared it with my Boyfriend, Quinton, weird name right (If you know someone with that name I deeply apologize) . We've been together for about a year. Currently I was sitting on the couch in shorts and a Bra, nothing else. He says I look better without a top. I never liked how he asked me to dress in the house bet I never argued.

I heard the front door burst open letting in a wave of cold air. I shivered slightly standing up quickly.

"Hey Babe how was your-" "Shut up!" He yelled in my face. I just closed my mouth falling silent. "Get me a drink and hurry up with it." He said pushing me towards the kitchen. I nodded rushing to the kitchen grabbing him something. I grabbed a bottle opener and opened it cause he hates when he has to open it. I liked over as e sat on the couch and I rushed back giving him the drink.

"Anything else you need?" I asked quietly. He looked at me. "Sit." He said patting the seat next to him. I quickly took a seat he put his arm around me pulling me into him as he turned on the TV. Confusion stuck me but I settled into him. "You know I love you right." He said to me. "Of course." I said, a lie I let go by so many times. "Good." He said.

About an hour past and he let out a groan as he looked at his phone. "Is everything alright?" I said. "NO we need to go out get dressed." He said sternly. "OK I said rushing to our bedroom. I put on a sweatshirt and changed into shorts that didn't show as much skin. I come back out seeing him by the door.

We got in the car and wen to a gas station.

"Alright come on." He said. As we were walking I felt his eyes on my ass which was normal I guess. As soon as I had that feeling his hand landed hard only ass making me jump. I heard him laugh but I just looked down continuing to walk.

As we got into the store he kept pulling my arm. HIs hand tightly wrapped around my wrist, there was definitely a bruise. He finally finished getting what he needed. We came to the register and there was a boy about my the same age as me at the register.

"Shit I gotta use the bathroom you wait here, don't fucking speak to anyone alright?" He said I just nodded. As I stood in front of the counter the man finally noticed me. "Hello ma'am how are you?" He asked, I looked up slightly seeing his name tag, Jack then I looked up more making eye contact I looked around and Quinton wouldn't know if I did talk to him. "I'm good, you?" I asked.

Just then Quinton was back. "Alright here." He said passing Jack his credit card. I felt this eyes burning into me. He payed and we left Quinton practically dragging me by my wrist to the car. As soon as we got in the car all hell broke loose.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID I SAY ABOUT TALKING!?" He said his hand making hard contact with my face. I new his hand probably left a red painful print on my face but he didn't care. "I'm sorry I was just being polite." I said. "I don't fucking care! When I say don't talk to someone DON'T FUCKING TALK!" he said grabbing my jaw roughly forcing me to look at him. I nodded as a tear lightly went down my face.

He turned away from me muttering something under his breath. He took off from the station heading home.

As we arrived home he quickly got out the car I did the same not wanting to be more of a disappointment. As soon as we both made it through the door I felt him push me hard and I hit the wall. I let out a small scream in pain. "You never know how to listen." He said through gritted teeth. His fist came in contact withy stomach over and over. Until I fell and I was hunched over on the floor.