Chicago PD Imagines

Leaving The Worst Behind

WARNING: DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, MENTION OF RAPE, VIOLENCE TOWARDS WOMEN, MENTION OF SUICIDE, MENTION OF MURDER, ALL AROUND DARK THEMED STORY. CAUTION WHEN READING.

Stepping into the house, you felt uneasy. You knew you were late and praying that your boyfriend wasnt home yet since you didnt see his car but you were wrong as soon as you closed the door you were knocked to the ground. Turning around you saw your boyfriend standing over you, fear ran up your spine. The look on his face made you regret being late.

"Where the hell were you? And dont you lie to me". He raised his hand at you striking you on the face before you could answer him.

"I had to work late. Please. I'm sorry". You sobbed holding your cheek.

"Your lying, you whore". He slapped the other side of your face.

"I'm not. Call my boss and ask her".

"So she can lie for you too. She's a slut as well. You probably go whoring together".

"I'm working, thats all. I swear it".

"You're lying. I call and no answer. Who are you fucking"? He slapped you again but much harder this time. You felt a warm wet liquid roll down your chin. Wiping it away you saw it was blood, he had split your lip open.

"I'm not having sex with anyone other than you. I promise. Why did you call"?

"My car broke down and I needed a ride home. You weren't there for me when I needed you". That landed you another forceful slap that planted your to the ground.

"I'm sorry what can I do"? What you really wanted to do was run but you couldn't. He grabbed you by the hair, dragging you to the bedroom slamming the door shut. The house filled with screams as the night went on. That night you had enough.

After he went to work that morning and took your car so you couldn't go anywhere. You gather your most prized possessions and called a taxi to come pick you up. This was the last straw, for got this time.

You went to a hotel room, one that you knew he wouldn't look at since you had to pay in cash. Took a hot shower and went to sleep. The day turned into night and you felt finally free but that all changed as there was a knock on the door. You shrugged it off as a wrong door but the knocks got louder and more aggressive then you knew he found you.

"Y/N. I know you're in there". He sang still knocking on the door.

You gulped as you tip toed to the door, peaking threw the peephole. There he was anger written on his face. He looked as if he has been crying.

"Y/N, I'm sorry for my behavior last night. I didn't mean it. I'm sorry". "Please forgive me". He sounded sad and true but that was like that all the time after he had a episode.

"Go away. I'm done. You can keep everything just let me go. Please".

"Open the fucking door now". He started banging harder, kicking the door.

You backed away from the door and went to the phone as you picked it up the door blasted opened. He stood there fuming, slamming the door behind him panting. You yelped.

"I told you before you're not leaving me. Why do you make me do this to you"?

"I'm sorry". You stammered out. He stepped closer to you, you back hit the wall. Soon his body was pressed against yours, his hand around your throat. He brought his mouth to your neck, biting you til you started screaming trying to push him off but he was to strong and he over powered you. That night was worse then last night.