Dylan O' Brien Imagines 2 ❤️

Mitch -safe place (part. 2) (ns)

As soon as he came back to the training house, the young assassin found himself numb and sad. He got dressed with the training clothes, and ran in the gym. He coulnd't think about (Y/n), it hurt too much.

Mitch was fighting with a blonde man, who was literally beating the shit out of him. He raised his right arm to punch the guy, but he was too fast and easily dodged it. The blonde assassin turned around and elbowed Mitch to the side, making him grunt in pain and fall.
"Rapp, you're not paying attention!" Stan shouted from across the room.
"I'm sorry sir, I'll make sure to be more careful."
"There are no second chances out there, Rapp, you know that. You fall like that, you die. You focus your attention on something else, you die! Understand?"
"Yes sir." he said glaring at the blonde guy, who was smirking like a dickhead. He got up and tried to attack the guy, but he dodged his attack once again.
"Rapp! Can you tell me what the hell you're thinking about that takes all your fucking attention?"
"Nothing sir."
"He's thinking about that girl he was living with." the guy said laughing and then turned to Mitch "Oh, you are, aren't you..."
Mitch couldn't hear his voice anymore and snapped, raising his arm and hitting the blonde guy's jaw with all his strength. The other assassin fell and brought his hands to the side of his face, his eyes closing tighly in pain.
"Alright Rapp, that's it. Are you actually thinking about that girl? I thought I was pretty clear when I told you how you face these missions. Poeple are never able to decide wheter to listen to heart or brain. Well I think that's bullshit. Here, we're talking about instict, about the physical strength of the body and the ability to survive. Forget about that girl, or you're out of here." Stan shouted and Mitch looked at his feet, feeling his eyes filled with tears. He quickly got out of the gym, heading to the bathroom to wash his face.
He put both hands on the sink and looked at his reflection in the mirror.
"You have to stop thinking about her, Mitch." He whispered to himself and splashed the water on his face. As he grabbed the towel and dried his face, his phone started buzzing again. He quickly took it and his eyes widened as he realized who the call was from. It was (Y/n).
"Hello?" He said as he answered "(Y/n)? I wanted to call you I swear, but it's complicated rea-.."
"Can you explain me why my girlfriend has your number?" Mitch froze as he heard a raspy male voice on the phone. He was her ex...
"(Y/n), who the fuck is Mitch, uh? Have you been cheating on me?" He shouted and Mitch heard (Y/n) whimpering.
"W-we are not together anymore, Greg." She said and he slapped her. As soon as Mitch heard the sound of Greg's hand coming hard on (Y/n) face, he got out of the bathroom and ran to the lockers room to take his stuff. He rushed out of the training house and to his car. When he got in, he saw Stan running towards him.
"Rapp, what the fuck do you think you're doing? Where are you going?"
"I'm sorry, sir. I've been trying to forget about her, to stop thinking about how happy I was when I was with her, but I can't anymore. Have a good day, sir." He said and started the car, but Stan walked in front of it, stopping him.
"Her house is really far, you might want to take the big guy." He said pointing at the helicopter in the garage.
Mitch quickly looked and then turned to Stan, nodding.

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When he got to the building where she lived, Stan stopped the helicopter and Mitch got out. He once again climbed up the fire escape stairs and found the window opened again, so he silently got in.
He walked around her room, remembering how she would let him sleep with her, or how she had cleaned and treated his wounds when they met. He opened the door and got out, looking around to see if the guy was still in there, when he heard whispers. He hid behind a corner so he could watch and he saw (Y/n) laying on the table all covered in blood. She was wearing leggings but no shirt, only a black bra. She had wounds all over her chest and belly and she was breathing heavily and panting. He quickly walked towards her and, as soon as she saw him, her eyes filled with joy and tears.
"M-Mitch? Oh my god, you're here." She said shakily and her voice broke.
"Yes, baby, I'm here. And I'm not leaving again. Where's the guy?"
"He left. He said he needed to take something, but he's gonna come back."
"Let me call the police, they'll help y-.." he was cut off by Greg hitting him in the head with something and he passed out.

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When he woke up, he found himself handcuffed to the radiator next to the table where (Y/n) was still on. Greg was holding a knife in his left hand and he was literally carving his name all over her chest. She was crying and begging him to stop, but he would only shut her up by slapping her.
Mitch immediately began trying to get out of the handcuffs. He was trained to do that, so in less than ten second, he was already free. He got up and Greg turned around, pressing the knife against (Y/n)'s throat and she gasped.
"Take another step forward, and she dies." Greg said and Mitch raised his hands in the air.
"Listen, I'll leave okay? Just, let me grab my jacket. You let me take my stuff, and I'll leave." Mitch said and Greg nodded quickly. Although he was trying to be threatening, Greg had made a stupid move. As soon as Mitch took his jacket, he grabbed his gun and shot a bullet in his chest, making him fall. He tried to get up for a few times, but then he leaned against the wall as he slowly died.
Mitch rushed towards (Y/n) and untied her hands and feet, letting her stand up. He grabbed his phone and called 911.
"I knew. I knew you weren't going to leave." She said as blood spilled out of her mouth. His eyes filled with tears and he placed his hand on her cheek.
"I'm never leaving again..." he said and she passed out.

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"...I didn't really know what to do at that point, so I just- (Y/n), you're awake!" Mitch said gasping. He was sitting next to her on the hospital bed and, as he noticed she had woken up, he stood up.
"How are you feeling?" He asked.
"Really good, actually. Thank you, Mitch."
"He deserved it... I'm gonna leave you alone, if you want to."
"No, please stay."
"Okay... uh, (Y/n) I need to tell you something... remember when my boss called me and I left?" He said and she nodded "Remember what we were talking about? I was about to tell you something, and I want to tell you now: (Y/n), I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you since I saw you for the first time."
"I love you too Mitch." She said and he smiled, taking her hand.
"As soon as you feel better, we get out of here and buy a nice house, and maybe a cat. We're going to be happy, (Y/n), I promise."

This chapter is a lot shorter, but I liked it anyway. Let me know what you thunk about my stories and don't forget to vote! Love y'all <3