𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 - 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

seven

"and i think you should come live with me and we can be pirates. then you don't have to cry, or hide in the closet."

tw: abuse (it's loosely based off the taylor swift song, seven.) this is lowk depressing
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"y/n please, you can't go back there. please stay here with me. my parents love you and brooke's your bestfriend, they won't care. you can't go back home after that, you're covered in bruises." he begged me, grabbing my arm.

i winced as tears fell down my face, blurring my vision. "mason i have to get my stuff, i'll be okay. it's nothing i'm not used to. i'll go through my window and hope he doesn't hear me, okay?" i'm breaking down at this point, i don't wanna go back but i have to get my stuff.

mason wraps his arms around me, softly shushing me and swaying us back and fourth, "i'm coming with you. you're not doing this by yourself." he kisses my forehead, grabbing my hand and taking us to his car.

we're on the way to my house and i'm trying not to show it, but i'm terrified. mason obviously sees right through me and puts his hand on my thigh to keep my leg from bouncing. "i'm coming inside with you." he stops the car, unlocking the doors.

"no you can't, i'll be fine." i dismiss him, grabbing my phone and opening the car door.  "i've seen what he does to you when he gets really mad, you're not going in there by yourself." he gets out of the car, walking towards my window.

praying my dad doesn't see, i rush over towards mason. "no please you have to stay in the car i'm begging you. he'll just be more upset mason please." i grab his hands, begging him to stay out of it.

he reluctantly agrees, "fine but i'm staying outside your window."

i nod my head, kissing his cheek and going to my window. thankfully, it's unlocked. i try to be as quiet as possible as i climb into my room and lock my bedroom door. i know my dads home because the tvs on and i hear him snoring, probably passed out drunk.

as i'm packing my stuff, i accidentally knock a perfume bottle over. the glass shatters and it makes a loud sound, causing my dog to start barking.

"fuck!" i whisper, putting my hands on my head. i go towards my window, hoping masons still right there.

"what do i do? he's gonna come in here, fuck." i cry, trying to be quiet but i'm panicking. "it's okay baby, just hurry and pack your stuff." he reassures me, but i can tell he's internally panicking too.

i hear my dads footsteps stomping down the hallway and towards my room, stopping outside my door. "y/n are you in there? what the hell was that?" he grumbles, jiggling the door knob.

i'm trying not to let him hear my voice shaking, "yeah i'm in here, i'm just changing my clothes." i lie, still putting my stuff in my bag. i glance towards my window to thankfully still see mason there with a worried look on his face.

"unlock this goddamn door, why the fuck is your door locked? i swear to god you better open this fucking door!" he yells at me, banging on the door. he's so much stronger when he's drunk, which makes this situation so much worse.

"please stop dad i'm just changing my clothes!" i cry, getting my bag and grabbing last minute things. he punches a hole in my door, pushing his hand through it and unlocking the door. i run to close my window before he sees.

"what is this? where the hell are you going? probably to whore around just like your mother. stop crying before i give you a reason to cry, ungrateful bitch." he slams me against the wall, leaving my room and slamming the door.

i limp towards my window, holding my hip from where it hit the wall. opening the window, i throw my bag out out of it, hoping that nothing broke. mason grabs my waist and helps me climb out of the window, putting his hand on my lower back and helping me run to his car.

mason puts my bag in the back seat and gets into the drivers seat. he grabs my face, scanning it. "did he hurt you? are you okay?" he pushes my hair behind my ears.

i shake my head no, trying not to cry until we get back to his house so we can leave. he holds my hand as he drives us back to his house, occasionally squeezing it.

we pull into his driveway, and the moment he puts the car in park, i immediately burst into tears.

"oh my god honey what happened? why are you crying?" he grabs my hands, rubbing his thumb on my knuckles, trying to calm me down. "he never changes. he tells me he will and then while we were there, he called me a whore, he cussed me out and slammed me into the wall. he's so mean to me just because i look like my mom." i sob, feeling mason wipe my tears.

his face drops and he gently grabs my cheeks, making me look at him. "he's never gonna put his hands on you again, i promise. this isn't your fault, you don't deserve any of this and i'm so sorry baby." i sniffle and nod my head, "can we go inside?"

he gets out of the car and grabs my stuff, holding my hand and walking us to the front door. we go inside and go up to his room, closing the door.

"my hip hurts." i mumble, wiping my face and walking to the mirror. i pull the waistband of my shorts down a little to see a bruise already forming on my hip. mason comes up behind me, gently grabbing my waist and taking us to his bed.

"i know i'm sorry, do you need anything? are you hungry?" he kisses my head, pulling me on his lap and running his fingers through my hair.

"no i'm fine, i just wanna be with you right now. thank you for doing this for me, i feel like you saved my life. i love you." i lay my head on his shoulder, my body relaxing.

"i'd do anything for you, i love you more sweetheart."

a/n: oh my fucking fuck this was sad as fuck. sorry if this was too descriptive, please never hesitate to speak out if this is going on. i promise it's better to not stay in this situation. 🩷

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