JJ Maybank Imagines

[𝟸] 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕

[2] ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ

*Trigger Warning: Abuse and blood*

You had it rough. But JJ had it worse, and you didn't want the attention to be taken away from him. So you stayed silent and never mentioned anything to your friends or boyfriend. But the truth is, your house was falling apart, and you along with it.

Your father was nowhere to be found and because of that, your mom was spiraling. He had left 2 months ago, with nothing of his left in sight. At first she was devastated, and she spent every moment that she was home in her bedroom. Eventually her devastation turned into anger, and she had no one to release her anger out on, except you. For a while it was mainly verbal, so you managed. But today, today that all changed.

You were getting ready to go to John b's for another day on the HMS Pogue. You were slipping on your worn out converse when your mom barged into your room with an empty beer bottle. You stood up quickly and began backing up. You felt your back touch the wall and your heart rate  began to quicken. You looked around briskly, trying to find an exit. The only one being your window, but that was on the opposite side of the room, and in order to get to it, you would have to pass your mom.

" mom please, it's me" you attempt to negotiate with her, but it was useless, the person in the room was too drunk and everything you said went in through one ear and out the other.
"Why did he leave me?" your mom yelled throwing the bottle towards you. You bent down, avoiding the bottle in its entirety, but one of the shards flew and lacerated your forehead.
" shit!" You exclaimed as you pressed your hand to your forehead and felt the sticky substance that was well known as blood. You knew that if you stayed where you were, things would only get worse, so you  decided to make a run for it.

You managed to get past your mom and were about to jump out the window, until you felt a hand grab your ponytail and yank you back, hard. You fell backwards onto your back, causing the air to knock out of your lungs. You coughed heavily trying to regain breath, your mom saw this as an opportunity and began kicking you in the stomach. You attempted to move away from her but it was no use. Tears welled up in your eyes as the pain became too much and you felt yourself go limp, tired of fighting back.

An hour had passed and you were laying in the same position, with your mom long gone. You had heard the front door shut 30 minutes prior, but you couldn't bring yourself to stand up and leave.

You sat up slowly, grabbing your phone that was on the edge of the bed. There was a text from John b, saying to meet at his house in 15. You replied with a mere "okay" before opening the camera. You gasped as you looked at the screen, the person looking back at you, wasn't you.

You had a black eye beginning to form on your left eye, your lip was cut open, and your forehead was still bleeding. You folded over you shirt to survey the damage and gasped. Your stomach was littered with bruises.

Fuck, how am I going to hide all of this? you thought. The answer to that was simple, you wouldn't be able to. You were going to have to come clean. You just hoped that you would get there before JJ, it would be easier to explain to the others, and it would give you time until you had to explain to him.

You winced as you stood up, and slowly  made your way out of the window, where your bike lay waiting for you.

You open the door to the chateau quietly, walking in weakly. Thankfully the only people  in the living room were John b, Pope, and Kiara. The first person to notice you was Kiara. You watched as the smile disappeared off of her face and replaced itself with a frown. She pushed the two boys out of the way, who turned to look at you, their faces both creasing with worry. Kie enveloped you in a hug, and your eyes began to well up with tears once again.

"What the hell happened?" John b asked bringing his hand to rub your shoulder comfortingly.

"My-my mom" you whispered out as more tears began to run down your cheeks. Pope walked forward and wiped a few of the tears before asking, "does JJ know?"

"Do I know what?"

"Shit" you muttered, hearing your boyfriend's voice from behind you. Kiara slowly let go of you and mumbled "let's give them some space" to the others. You watched as they walked away, your back still turned to JJ.

"Do I know what?" He repeated, walking closer to you. His hand grabbed your shoulder, gently forcing you to turn around. You watched as his eyes widen and the beer in his hand slip out of his grasp.

He touches your cheek gingerly before both of his hands fly up to his hair, pulling at the messy blond locks.
You watch him silently as he begins to pace around the room, muttering something under his breath.

"Babe" you whisper out catching a hold of his hand.
His eyes begin to well up with tears as they trail up and down your body.
"It's okay" you say "I'm okay."
He pulls you into a hug, his hands clutching your waist tightly, as if he's afraid that if he lets go, you'll break.
" it's not okay and you're not okay." He whispers.
His voice cracks,"Who did this to you?"

You take a shaky breath and pull him over to the couch, you both sit down. You place your hand into his and he squeezes your hand reassuringly.
You look at the boy next to you and begin to tell him everything.

"I didn't want to tell you and the others because you have it worse than I do. I didn't want the attention to be taken off of you" At your words, he simply shakes his head and kisses your temple lightly.

" Princess, you know your my top priority right? Even before we started dating, you have always been the most important person in my life. And I can't stand the thought of you getting hurt. I'm never letting her touch you again, okay? You're safe now."

He wipes the last of your tears and cups your face with his hands soothingly. You lean in and place a soft kiss on his lips. He smiles at you and begins to kiss all the bruises on your face.

You giggle slightly, " I love you"

" I love you more, now let's go get you cleaned up"

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