Emblem3 Imagines

Keaton Stromberg

Imagine: School was about to end for summer break. You were so ready to get away. All you do is get abused and bullied and picked on at school. You hated it! On top of that your home life is no better. You just woke and got ready for school. You weren't ready to take on the day ahead. You grab a long sleeve shirt even though its hot out. You then grab some shorts and a pair of you favorite Vans. You go to your bathroom to get ready. You put a new bandage on your arm and brush your teeth and hair. You then put makeup over your bruised face from last night.

-flashback-

You just got home from a long, painful day at school. On top of that you had to stay after school because you had to talk to a teacher. Time flew by before you know it and you miss your bus, so you had to walk home. You knew you were going to be in trouble so you hurry. You hoped your dad wasn't home. You finally get home to see his broken down pickup truck. You were scared now, so you hurry up the steps to your home. You go in the living room to see your dad on the couch asleep and you hurry up the stairs before he could wake up. You throw your bag on the bed and change your clothes to more comfortable ones to lay in. You plop on your bed and grab your bag so you could start your homework. You didn't have much and that you were grateful for. It only took you half an hour to do and exhaustion took over you. You still had an hour before you had to make dinner so you lay down to take a nap. It seems only like five minutes before you are woken up by banging around in the kitchen. You look at your clock to see it read '7:00 pm'. You jump out of your bed and rush to the kitchen. You over slept by an hour. 'Oh poop!', you whisper to yourself, rushing to see what your father was doing. He sees you and screams at you. 'Where's my food you ungrateful child!' 'I-I'm sorry father. I fell asleep and lost track of time,' you barely whisper. 'I give you a roof over your head and clothes on your back and you can't make me some fucking food!", he yells. You feel yourself falling before you can catch yourself. You hold you cheek from the powerful smack he just gave. 'Your like your mother! Fat. Worthless piece of shit!' He screams at you some more about how worthless you are. You feel it too. He angrily spats in your face. With one more smack to the face, that will leave some pretty good damage, he walks out the door. You pick yourself up and walk to your room, holding your face while tears silently fall. This is nothing new. Your father abuses you everyday and you don't know what to do anymore. Once you get to your room, you go to your only escape. Your razor. You grab it and walk to your bathroom. You hold it close like your life depends on it. It's the only thing that loves you. You look at it with a humorless smile. You bring it to your wrist, where you already have scars. You glide the bitter sweet object across your skin. You love the feeling. It makes you feel like you're escaping your own personal hell. It takes you stress away. You bring it back and cut again. 'This. This one is for you dad. For everything you put me through', you say to yourself. You do it again. 'This one is for everyone that makes my life hell!' Again, you cut. 'This one is for my mother dying!' You cut one more time, the deepest. 'This baby is for you Keaton. For making my life hell. For being the biggest one of them all. This my love, this is for you', you whisper. You where silently crying the whole time. You don't think any of the people understand what you go through. None. You don't know what to do anymore. You clean your wounds and wrap them up to heal. You get in your bed and fall back to sleep where life is perfect. You haven't eaten and you don't care. You get told on a daily basis you are too fat. One day of not eating won't harm, you always say when you don't eat. -end of flashback- You shiver at the thought. You look at your wrist to see all your cuts. You leave the band aids off so they can get some air to them. Once you're done you go downstairs to make your dad food. You learned the hard way about no making him breakfast. You get everything to make eggs, pancakes, biscuits and gravy, and hash browns. You set it down because he should be down any minute. You grab your bag and an orange and start walking. You get to school in no time and hurry to your locker. On the way someone trips you and you fall down. Your bag falls open and everything goes everywhere. Everyone's laughing and you can't take it. You pick everything up and shove it back in your bag while you stand up. You rush to leave and get out of the school. You don't know where but anywhere but here. You run into a body on the way and they hold you up. You look to see who it is and its the one and only. The hot bad boy that make your life a living hell daily. Keaton Stromberg. You can't believe your luck! He gives you his famous smirk. 'Where you going (a nick name you hate). Hmm? You think you can just run away!', he yanks at your wrist and you start crying because he was squeezing your cuts. You whimper and tug your arm. 'Please let me g-go,' you stutter. 'Why? Am I hurting you?' He laughs and tugs on your sleeves. He sees your cuts and freezes. He didn't think you cut. Did I make her do this? I did this? He wondered to himself. While he was froze you got away. You ran. Anywhere from there. You were so done. You were almost home when you heard foot steps behind you. You look to see its Keaton and you start running because you don't know what he's capable of. He some how gets you and your body crashes with his. You are crying and trying to get away but he just won't have it. He turns you around and sees your bruises on your face because you cried your makeup away. He grabs your face between he big, strong hands. You look up at him with your swollen eyes. He thinks your eyes are beautiful. When your eyes catch each others, his eyes look... Mad. Angry. Like he wants to hurt someone. 'Who did this to you?', he whispers softly. You shake your head. 'Who. Did. This. To. You,' you can tell he's getting angrier. You look at the ground. 'WHO THE FUCK DID THIS!', he roars. You grab his hands and throw them. 'Why do you care? Huh? WHY THE FUCK DO YOU CARE! You hurt me every. Fucking. Day. EVERYDAY. You physically and mentally abuse me everyday. You make everyone hate me! You make me hate my life! You make me feel worthless. You make me feel like I don't belong here. I have no friends. No one likes me. My own father abuses me! I shouldn't be here. I don't deserve it. I'm a 'fat waste of space' as you like to call it. I don't even to breathe the same air as you. I'm no better than the old chewed up gum on the bottoms of your shoe. I deserve nothing! You don't have to tell me. I get told at home enough. By my own flesh and blood. Just please leave me the fuck alone!', you scream at the top of your lungs. You turn away and start walking the rest of the way home. You can't cry anymore. You cried everything out and you told yourself you will no longer be sorry for yourself and do you. You are now going to give everyone a little piece of your mind. You're tired of all their bullshit. Next thing you know, someone's tugging on your hand and spin you around. 'I didn't know any of that. None. I didn't think my teasing was that bad. I didn't know you cut or got abused at home. I want to help you. I want to make up for my mistake. Please?', he barely whispers. His eyes glossy like he was about to cry. 'No. Just leave me the hell alone. I can do this by myself. Like I have been for the past three years. My own father hitting me and abusing me. Every. Single. Person. In my school teasing me. And most of all, my crush being the major source of it all. And seriously, with all my heart, I don't understand why I love you so much! You hurt me. My soul. My heart. My being. My everything! You have changed so much since middle school. I want that scrawny little boy back. The one I fell in love with. The one that was always by my side. What happened to him?' Keaton just shakes his head and you see a tear fall from his beautiful eyes. 'No. I don't want to be like that anymore. I want to change. I want to help you. I want to get you way from your father. I just want to be there for you like I use to be. I want to be the old me. Cause then maybe my love will love me and truly understand. I never stopped loving you. I loved you since I laid eyes on you in the sixth grade. I just wanted to fit in so I did whatever it took. No matter if it hurt you. And I'm sorry. So so sorry.', he whispers. Him silently crying. You wipe his tears and you hug him tight. He hugs you back and you both cry. 'Im so sorry baby,' he whispers. Ever since that day Keaton has kept his word. He stopped teasing you and got you way from your father just in time. Its been 10 years since that day and you now are both married with twins on the way twins on the way. You don't know the genders yet so you haven't picked names. Keaton is very excited. He might be more excited than you and that makes you happy. You are so happy with your life right now that you wouldn't change a thing from the past, present or future. Every time you look deep in thought, like you might be thinking about your past, Keaton kisses your scars.