Prison Break Imagines!!! {CLOSED}

Ms. CEO (4/?)

I was drinking coffee with Michael and things were going pretty well until someone changed the channel to the news. The news reporter says:

"The convict James Murdock has reached the end of his twenty year sentence and he ecstatic to be out of prison. He quotes: 'I have plans for a certain someone. They will be so happy to see me.' James Murdock is--"

My eyes dart to the TV when the name, James Murdock was said. James Murdock is the older brother of Bill Murdock. Memories of Bill kidnapping me flooded my mind, moreover the memory where I killed him. I start to notice that I was having trouble breathing. I clutched my chest as I repeatedly said:

"He's coming after me. He's coming after me. He's going to hurt me."

"Who is?" Michael asks with worry lacing his voice.

I didn't respond and tear escaped my eyes and spilled onto my cheeks.

"Baby, what's wrong? Are you ok?"

"I'm having a panic attack."

"What?"

I fall to the floor clutching my chest. I feel my lungs starting to slowly close. I'm a scared, not scared-of-the-bogey-man scared. I am genuinely scared for my life. And not because I am having a panic attack, but because James Murdock is out of jail... and he's coming for me..

"Baby? Y/N? Somebody call an ambulance! She's having a panic attack." Michael screams.

**At the Hospital**

I wake up with an uncomfortable pain on my forearm. I groan as I sit up and I look down to see an IV. My eyes skim the room and I see Michael holding my hand. His head is resting on the side of the bed. I fully sit up and kiss his head. His head pops up and his eyes meet mine. Relief washes over him and he says:

"Thank god you're ok." He kisses my hand and asks:

"I have never seen anybody so scared before. What did you mean by 'he's coming after you'?"

I look at my legs and tears began to swell in my eyes. I opened my mouth to say something but the nurse comes in and interrupts us.

"Ms. Y/B? I am here for your check up."

I nod and look to Michael with sorrow in my eyes. He gives me an assuring nod and kisses my forehead before leaving the room. 

Michael's P.O.V:
Y/N is hiding something from me, and it has something to do with James Murdock...but what happened?

I forgot I kept Y/N phone when it started to ring. I looked at the caller ID and it read
'Y/S/N'. I answer it.

"Hello?"

"Michael? Where's Y/S/N?"

"She's at the hospital. She--"

"What!"

"She had a panic attack.... but she kept saying something over and over again."

"Well, what did she say?"

"She said 'he's coming after me and he's going to hurt me."

"Do you know who she was referring to?"

"She started to get all panicky when the TV mentioned a convict my the name James Murdock."

I heard Y/S/N gulp over the phone, but she didn't say anything.

"Y/S/N? What does that name mean to her?"

Silence.

"Y/S/N! Talk to me."

"I'll book the next flight to Louisiana." She finally says.

I sigh with frustration and say:

"Ok."

Then I hung up. What the hell is going on here? What am I missing?

Later that day Y/N got released and she was silent the whole way home. We entered the apartment and I ask:

"Baby, what's going on? I feel like I'm in the dark here. I've never seen you so scared before. I can't protect you if I--"

She mumbled something.

"What?"

"You can't protect me."

"Of course I can."

"I know what James' younger brother is capable of. And James is worse than he is."

"How do you know this?"

She sat me down on the couch and she sat down next to me with his hands folded in her lap. She took a deep breath says:

"Twenty years ago, Bill Murdock held me captive for five months. I know 'five months that's nothing!' Well a lot happened in those five months, things escalated.. He tortured me in ways more than one."

Her voice broke when she said the word one. I rub her back soothingly and she continues:

"The worse part about it is that I couldn't do anything about it. I was defenseless..."

"Babe, you were 11. You didn't know how to get out of that situation. Grown adults don't even know how to get out of that situation." I say softly.

She started to cry and I pulled her into my chest. I rested my head on hers and she continued to cry. She tried to talk in between sobs.

"That's why I dedicated twenty y-years to martial arts. So I would never feel defenseless again... but whenever I hear that name."

I pull away and cup her face in my hands. God she looks so beautiful. I mean yes, crying is not a good thing but how her Y/E/C sparkle and her Y/S/T is absolutely flawless. I wipe away her tears with my thumb and say:

"I love you, so much."

Oh crap! Did I say that aloud? I meant to say it in my head. She looks at me and says:

"What?"

A small smile tugged at her lips. And she whispers:

"I love you too."

"Which is why I understand if you want to leave. To protect your brother and your friend."

"Hey. Look at me." I say with seriousness.

I kiss her and she gently grabbed my wrists. She still tastes like the mocha latte she drank this morning. She pulled down my neck to deepen the kiss. After a couple minutes, I pull away:

"I will never ever abandon you. I know what's is like to be abandoned and it is not a great feeling. I would never put you through that."

My light blue eyes burrowed into her Y/E/C orbs. Then I find myself admitting what my heart has been begging me to say:

"Marry me,"