Robbie Kay/Peter Pan Imagines

Imagine #1

I sat in my room crying. My parents were fighting again, which meant that they both got drunk. When they're drunk, everything I do is wrong to them. That means they hit me and make me feel terrible about myself. They call me fat, ugly, and plenty of other horrible names. If mom thinks I'm too fat, she won't let me eat. That's why I'm so skinny. My only friend is named Robbie. He's also my boyfriend. He doesn't know about what my parents do to me. I tell him I'm just naturally skinny. I hide all my bruises with make-up. I don't want him to worry about me. My parents don't know about Robbie. They don't want me dating. I never invite Robbie to my house when my parents are home. I usually just hang out around the city with him. I've never told him that my parents don't want me dating. He thinks they know about him. I sit on my bed crying until I hear a knocking on my window. I pull back the curtain and see Robbie sitting on the windowsill. I mouth "Oh my god" and open the window. He crawls inside.

Me: Robbie, what are you doing here? You can't be here. Please, go. I'll see you tomorrow, but-

Robbie: Woah, woah. Slow down, babe. I just wanted to-um-were you...crying?

I wiped away my tears quickly and turned away from him.

Robbie: Babe, what's wrong?

Me: Nothing. I'm ok. Robbie, you can't be here right now. I'll see you tomorrow. Please, go home.

I heard my voice crack and I knew I was going to start crying again. I felt the tears running down my cheeks. I fell to my knees and started sobbing.

Me: Robbie, please leave.

I hugged myself and just let myself cry. I felt his arms around me as he pulled me into his lap. I buried my face in his chest.

Robbie: Love, please don't cry. Please. I hate when you cry. Just tell me what's wrong.

Mom and dad started yelling at me from downstairs.

Mom: Shut up!

Dad: Stop your whimpering!

Mom: If you don't stop your blubbering, I'm coming up there and I'll give you a reason to cry!

Robbie: What is wrong with them? Ella, please. What happened?

Dad: Who is that!?

Mom: Who do you have up there!?

I heard stomping on the stairs and I knew it was my dad. I pulled away from Robbie and pushed him towards the window.

Me: Go. Please. You have to leave. Now.

Robbie: No. I-

Me: Robbie, please.

I knew my desperation must've been showing through my eyes, because he sighed and crawled out the window. I closed the window and pulled the curtains closed. I jumped onto my bed just as my father walked in.

Dad: Who the hell is in here.

Me: No one, dad. It's just me.

He slapped me and I knew it would be a bruise later. My cheek felt hot from the impact.

Dad: Don't lie to me. Who is in here?

Me: If you heard someone, I believe you, but I don't know. I never invited anyone in. Check my room.

Dad: I think I will.

He started searching the room, including my private bathroom. He checked under my desk, under my bed, in the cabinet under the sink, and in the bathtub. He didn't even think to check outside the window. He slapped me again