Why Don't We Imagines | REQUESTS: OPEN

Insecure! Suicidal! Corbyn Besson X Reader | 3/5

Never good enough,

My twin brother and I got into a car crash about three weeks ago and since then the abuse has gotten worse, it's unrelenting. I was born second, a few minutes after he was, but my parents never wanted me.

You poor thing,

Once all my photos are in the suitcase I pack the rest with more clothes. By this time my wardrobe is almost empty, except for the clothes I'm wearing and a few hoodies.  

It must suck to be you,

I pack the last few hoodies into my backpack, also slipping in my laptop and it's charger and a few phone chargers.  

And I know it's not your fault,

I grab my overhead Bluetooth headphones from off my desk and put them around my neck, also shoving my airpods and a spare pair of in ear earbuds in my bag.

It never is,

Finally, I sling the backpack over my shoulder, pulling the straps to the front, before grabbing the suitcase and moving over to the balcony.  

Is it?

I push the door open and sling the suitcase over the edge, making sure it lands in the garden, before turning back and grabbing Blauwtje off my pillow.  

I know what it's like staying up all night,

I clutch him to my chest, stepping outside once more and shutting the door behind me, before climbing over the railing and dropping down into the backyard.

Nursing wounds,

I quickly grab the suitcase from where it sits in the garden and shove Blauwtje inside, moving around the side of the house to the front, being sure to duck under all the windows.

It takes more than I have,

Once I make it to the front of the house I speed walk towards the train station, looking behind me every so often for signs of a chase.

Pick fights with the past,

I make it to the station in record time, quickly buying myself a ticket with the stash of money I have and then getting on the train, ready for the hour long journey into LA.

I always lose,

SKIP
I get into the Uber that's come for me and give them the address, before sitting back to watch the LA streets zoom past.

Oh, don't you know?

SKIP
"Thanks." I quickly pay the Uber before going up to the door of the house, knocking three times.

That's no way to live,

The door opens, revealing a tired, h/c girl, who lights up when she sees me, "Corbyn!" She smiles, pulling me in for a hug.

I know what it's like staying up all night,

I wince and cry out as she hits the bruise on the back of my neck with her arms and she pulls back, "What happened this time?" She mumbles, finally noticing the few visible bruises I have.

Nursing wounds,

She leads me inside before shutting and locking the door, "Eben's not gonna let this one slide Bean, you know that." She says firmly, "You can't hide it forever, they're gonna find out one way or another."

I get it,

I sigh, "Can you just not ask questions at the moment? Right now-" She shushes me quickly, "Let's get you cleaned up, in the morning we'll go see the boys."