some random imagines and preferences that i wrote whenever im bored or when i just think of it 😃
DATE STARTED: idfk it was like a month after i joined
DATE ENDED: 4TH JANUARY 2022
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(TW: mentions of self harm and scars)
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I was really lucky to have Aidan as my boyfriend. I had no idea how badly I needed him until I met him.
You see, I never grew up with much love and affection; all I had to deal with was pain and sorrow.
My mother died when I was 5, so my dad used alcohol as a way to deal with it I guess. So, most of the time my older brother and I didn't really hear from him, or he was beating us around. My brother did all he could to protect me, but he was only 2 years older than me, so there wasn't much he could do.
Eventually, when my brother reached the age of 10 (I was 8 at the time), he plucked up the courage to call the police on my dad.
Social workers ended up coming to our house at midnight, and took my brother and I to separate foster homes. I never got to see him again.
My dad ended up going to prison though, thank god. He still has a while before he gets out luckily.
I went through some pretty rough shit at my foster home. I got picked on at school, and I ended up getting trapped in a toxic relationship when I was 15. He never hit me or anything, but his words hurt just as much.
I was so used to pain, that it was my only resolution to things. So, I got into cutting for a while; I still have the scars on my wrists and thighs.
I managed to get out of the relationship after a pain-staking year.
At first, I was pretty nervous to tell Aidan about all this. I never really had anyone to talk to all these years, and I kind of hated opening up to people, so now that I finally had a trustworthy person that would listen, I didn't know how to react.
I didn't know how to react with any of his love and affection. So for the first couple of months, I just kept pushing him away and distancing myself from him. He remained patient at first, but after a while, I knew he deserved an explanation.
So we sat on the doorsteps to my house at midnight while I told him everything.
He remained silent as I told him all this, probably just because he couldn't believe it and he was trying to take it all in, which I understand.
His face looked so pale after I told him the story of my shitty life. I remember him looking at me with watery eyes, opening his mouth to say something, then staying silent as he just pulled my head against his chest for a hug.
