“Oh come on, everyone’s got a story.”
This imagine is not a request but I got the idea from a Buzzfeed video. It brings out a lot of emotion and tears and hatred and awareness. Give it a watch if you want. Got to give credit, when credit is due.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GEhtMHLMAss
“Good morning.” I whisper sweetly next to Y/N’s sleeping face. She sleepily mumbles as she hears my voice and I just chuckle at her. I climb out of bed, getting ready for the day. As I put on my shirt, I look at Y/N still sleeping peacefully and I let her be. I walked down into the kitchen, making breakfast for me and Y/N later. After I finished eating, I poured a glass of water and jogged up the stairs to leave it on the side table for Y/N when she wakes up. When I got into the room, I saw the look on her sleeping face of terror, sweat running down her face, her hands moving in a motion of trying to get someone off. I quickly put down the cup, shaking her violently to wake her up, “Y/N? Y/N! Hey! Wake up! It’s Sam! It’s ok, I got you, I got you. It’s just a nightmare. I got you. I got you..” I said to wake her up.
Her eyes open wide, scared, and she quickly sits up, backing her self up onto the back board. “Hey,” I said calmly, “It’s okay..” Her eyes searching the room as if she didn’t know where she was and who I was for a moment. Her breathing was heavy, and tears were coming down her face. I caress her face in my hands, wiping the tears, and trying to comfort her. She leans forward, crashing her body into mines, as she held me tight, like she was a little kid dreaming of a monster under her bed or in her closet. I hugged her, rubbing her back and telling everything is alright and that she was dreaming. Once she got herself together, she sat up, playing off like nothing happened. I watched her body shake all the way to the bathroom, and slamming it. I walked towards the bathroom door and just heard the water running and little murmurings. I knock, “You okay?” “Y-yeah, I-I’m fine. You can go to work now. I’ll be fine.” “Are you sure?” “Y-yeah. It’s fine. I’ll see you later. Bye.” “Love you.” “Love you too..” She said before I headed out the door.
“Again?” G asks. “Yeah. I feel like these night mares are the same exact ones. But every time I ask her at the end of the day what was it about, she just says she forgot. But I don’t think she did.” I said, sipping my coffee. “Man, that’s the 3rd time this month.” Nate says. “Dude, these nightmares happen at least once a month since the day I met her. It’s weird.” I shrug. “Does she watch a lot of scary movies?” Rupp asks and I just sit there, “She doesn’t like scary movies… But I make her watch one with me once… in… a.. while…” I finally realized. “AW YOU IDIOT!” J throws a pillow at me. “YOU’RE the reason why she has these nightmares! She probably says she doesn’t like scary movies but she’s easily scared and has nightmares about them!! Jeez.” J throws his head back.
“When was the last time you guys watched a scary movie?” Nate asks. “Last night…” I say silently. “OH YOU ARE DUMB.” They all say. “Hey, if she was so scared, why does she keep watching it with me!?” “To make you happy fucker!” J says. “You LOVE scary movies. And she isn’t going to deny to do something you LOVE to do!! UGH, you’re so dumb!!” J finishes. “Alright, we won’t watch scary movies anymore!!! I’m sorry! Dang!!!” I say defensively. “I wonder what made her so scared of scary movies…” I ask. “You should ask her later tonight.” G says.
“Hey baby.” I greeted Y/N as she walks into the house. “Hi.” Her sweet smile making me happy. “What did you do today? I thought you were off?” “I, uh, I was, but I just kind of roamed off. Did some things. Saw some things. Just wanted to get out, y’know.” She shrugs, getting a glass of water. “So, can I say something?” She turns around, looking at me. “I know why you’ve been having nightmares now.” Her eyes going wide, “Y-you do?” Her voice nervous. “Yeah. Why didn’t you tell me?” “I, uh, I just, uhm, it’s hard for me to, Sam,” “If you didn’t like watching scary movies, why do you keep letting me pick the movies!” Her breaths start steading again, “Scary movies?” “Yeah. If you’re so scared and have night mares about it afterwards, then, why didn’t you tell me? We can always watch Disney movies or action or chick flicks if you want.” “O-oh o-ok…” Her voice trying to steady. “So come on, tell me,” “what?” “What made you so scared?” “I-I, uh, don’t remember.” “Oh, Come on, everyone’s got a story. And you obviously remember it for you to be this scared.” “it’s just, not that kind of story I want to relive.” She drinks her water, walking out of the kitchen and into the living room.
“Hey, everyone is going to be at the studio today. Want to come? You get to meet the new band mates!” He asks me, peeping his head through the bedroom door. “Sure.” I get up from the bed and put on my shoes. I meet him at the from door, “Ready?” “Yeah.” And we head to the studio. Once we get to the front of the studio, we were greeted by the rest of the boys, excited to hear new music, talk about new music, and everything. “Where’s everyone?” J asks Sam. “They should be upstairs already.” He points and we all head upstairs to the studio. As we walked in, all the boys going in first, and I was walking in the back with Madison, Stass, and some other girls. After the boys said hi to the bandmates, they split off to sit on the side, and I was introduced to the new keyboard player, bass player, guitar player, then my heart drops. I’m frozen to my feet when I am looking straight in the eye the drum player. I see it in his eyes that night, deep, dark, I was scared. He held out his hand for me to shake it, and I lightly grabbed it, and let go, basically running away to the boys.
I felt myself start hyperventilating, and moments of that night flashing back into my head. My head spinning, my heart racing, my breathing unsteady, and I just wanted to scream in this little corner. I tried holding my head in my arms, leaning forward so no one can see my freak out, or my tears or hear my screaming. I tried rocking myself back and forth to help myself but nothing was working. I felt a pair of hands on me, and I quickly sit up, scooting back, frightened for my life. When I look up at see Chase standing above me, I tried picking myself up, shaking so much, trying to be as far back as possible up against the wall, “S-sam.” I cried out, sniffling. “Get away from me.” I told Chase as he throws his hands up, slowly backing away. “Sam,” I called again, and he runs to me, hugging me tight, as I fall apart in his arms.
“Dude, your girlfriend is crazy.” I hear Chase say in the back. “NO!” I lift my head up, pointing at him, “Stay away from me! Don’t ever touch me again!” I said in between sobs. “Hey, hey, hey,” Sam quieting me and calming me down. “it’s okay, what’s wrong? Huh? Please tell me what’s wrong?” He tries asking me. After a few minutes of controlling my sobs, he moves me onto the couch, with the crew there. “What happened Y/N? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Sam and everyone else asking me. But I was too in shock of what just happened, as I was staring at Chase. “Dude she has killer eyes right now.” Chase said. “Y/N, w-what do you have against Chase? Do you guys know each other?” But I ignore his question, still staring down Chase. “Baby, I need to know. WE need to know because Chase is supposed to be ALL of our drummer. So you will see him A LOT! So if you have a problem with him, tell us now.” Sam said and I looked at him. “Oh, Come on,” He says sweetly, “Everyone’s got a story, right?” He said smiling, thinking he’s going to hear a good story out of this.
“My sophomore year in college,” I cleared my throat, “I was living in the dorm at Long Beach State. C-chase lived on my floor.” “Oh, you guys went to college together! Ok!” “O-one night, uhm, the students in the dorm building threw a party. A LOT of alcohol was present. But you know how I am with alcohol now.” He nods. I look at all the boys and they nod, knowing about my lack of consumption of alcohol, and look back down at my fingers, playing with them. “And, after not feeling the party, I went back to my dorm. As I walked in and about to close the door,” I took in a deep breath, “Chase walks by, stopping the door from closing. And says hey. I just said hi, and we had a little small talk and I could tell, he drank but he reeked of alcohol.” I sniffled, “And when I told him I was just going to go to bed, and tried closing the door, he, uh, he forced the door open and made his way inside. A-and the last thing on my mind was, was rape. I thought he was just one of those drunkies who didn’t like being alone so I left it.”
I steadied my breathing again. “I thought he was just going to grab some of my snacks and leave, or throw up in my bathroom and knock out there. I didn’t know what was going to happen. And I sat on my bed, he looked at me, his eyes were really heavy, and I started getting scared. And he walks towards the door, and I thought he was going to leave. But instead, he, turns the light off,” I start crying, “And before I could ask what he was doing, his hand covered my mouth, pushing me on my back and holding me down.” I stuff my face in my hands. “H-he,” I sniffled, “He told me no one was going to hear me, so I should just quit fussing to get it over with faster. B-but the more I hesitated, the stronger he got.” I felt Sam’s hands ball up in a fist on my lap, “He unbuckled his pants, and lifted up my skirt.” I started hyperventilating while crying. “He-” I wrapped my arms around my stomach, “Raped me.” I broke down. “H-he didn’t stop. I-I screamed and screamed but it just got muffled by his hand. And when I tried pushing him off, I-I couldn’t because he had over 100 pounds over me.” I bit the bottom of my lip as flashbacks started coming back again, hitting me hard.
“After that night, he told everyone in the building I was a slut, that I was wanting more, that I seduced him. I-I was a virgin. A-and people thought that was just a cover up. I-I was destroyed. I didn’t tell anyone about it, b-because I thought no one would believe me. I-I couldn’t wrap it around my head that it had happened. And over a dozen therapists had to help me understand that what I went through was rape. Was Sexual assault. And I’m still trying to get over it.” I felt a little relief finally telling them. “Those are my nightmares Sam…” I turn my head to look at him, and see his face all red, and angered, staring at Chase. “He’s my nightmare.” I whisper. I look at the rest of the crew and tears running down their angry faces, fists in a ball, aching to punch something. Sam quickly gets up, following the boys, and Sam grabs Chase by his shirt, pushing him against the wall.
“HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!” He says angrily, the boys right behind him just as angry. “S-she’s lying dude! S-she was drunk too! S-she just doesn’t remember it! S-she said she wanted to have sex! If-if it was rape, why didn’t she make a big deal about it then! I-I didn’t r-rape her!” Chase tried defending himself. “YOU NEVER DO THAT TO ANYONE! DO YOU HEAR ME?! NO ONE! NEVER FORCE A GIRL TO DO THAT! IF YOU HAVE TO FORCE YOURSELF ONTO HER, IT’S RAPE BUDDY!” Sam’s face getting more red, lifting Chase up off the ground by his shirt. “IF YOU EVER, COME NEAR Y/N AGAIN, I PROMISE I WILL BREAK YOUR FUCKING NECK!” Sam threatens. “AND WE WILL BREAK THE REST OF YOUR BODY!” The boys yell in the back. “YOU ARE FIRED! NEVER HAVE CONTACT WITH ANY OF US AGAIN! AND I WILL MAKE SURE WHAT YOU DID SPREADS ALL OVER THE INDUSTRY SO YOU WILL WORK AGAIN!” Sam throws him to the side. “NOW GET OUT OF MY FACE BEFORE I BEAT YOU SENSELESS!” He yells at him. Chase gets up off the ground, scared, looking at all them. The boys push him out the door, yelling at him and threatening him.
Sam turns his angry face towards me, making eye contact with him, and starts to calm down. He rushes to me, and holds me in his arms, apologizing a million times. “I am so sorry Y/N. You should have never gone through that and I’m so so sorry you did.” He squeezes me. “Just know, I’m going to protect you forever, and so are the boys, okay? You are always safe with us.” His head resting on top of mines. “I love you Y/N so much.” He kisses my head. “Nothing bad is going to happen to you again. I promise.. Okay? I promise…” He says. “No more bad, no more bad, no more bad,” He kept repeating into my hair.
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