Jack Barakat Imagines
You're a Princess
Your POV
“Why do you have to fuck up everything you do?!” my mother screams at me for the umpteenth time. I’ve lost count.
I didn’t respond, I just stood there with tears running down my cheeks.
“It seriously wasn’t that hard! Are you stupid or just stubborn? What did I do to get such a stupid fucking kid!”
My heart was beating in my chest at a million times a minute. How have I not died yet with this constantly getting in my way. I’m so fucking done with this shit right now. But of course I say nothing. I just sit there. Like always.
“Are you not going to talk again? Great, making me look like the bad guy. As always.” She sighed and turned around to finish the job I was apparently too stupid to do.
I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t stay here, not with her in this godforsaken place, I couldn’t go anywhere else, it’d just make things worse. But did I care? The problem was figuring out whether or not I’d let myself care.
“See this is why your father left,” she told me, while scrubbing the dish. That did it. I’m not staying here anymore. I can’t fucking take it.
I still say nothing, and instead I‘m sobbing quietly. I don’t say goodbye as I run. I hadn’t decided to where I was running to. But I knew I had to get out of there. Tears were flying past my cheeks in the wind and I wished more than anything to have some music with me right now. It would really help.
I stopped running to catch my breath, and think for a bit at what else would help. My mind instantly goes to Jack, my boyfriend. He can always cheer me up, or at least put a smile on my face. He knew of my emotionally abusive mother, but I don’t think it’s ever got this bad.
I take off running towards his house. It surprised me how much ran, but I guess when your body is pumped with adrenaline you can do a lot of things you didn’t think you’d be able to do.
When I get to Jack’s place, lean over to catch my breath while resting my elbows on my knees. I honestly can’t believe I’m all the way here. I’m still crying, I haven’t stopped. Her words kept repeating themselves over and over in my mind.
I knocked on the door almost frantically and Jack answered it rather quickly. “Y/N,” he observed, surprised. “What’re you doing here?”
“Can I come in?” I manage to choke out between the gasping for air and sniffling.
He stood aside for me to walk through. I came in and collapsed on his couch. “Are you okay? Do you want some food? I can make you some waffles.”
“I’m okay, thanks,” I gasp. The advantage of me running was that I didn’t have enough air to burst out sobbing. The disadvantage was that it was running.
He shrugs and pushes his hair out of his face with his hand. He comes over to me on the couch and sits next to me. He places a hand on my stomach as it’s rising and falling abruptly. I move my hand to his and squeeze it.
When my breaths steady themselves, the tears come back. “Whoa, are you sure you’re okay?” Jack asks, his face now closer to mine.
“I never said I was,” I mumbled between sniffles.
“Come here.” Jack didn’t wait for me to respond, and instead grabbed my hand to pull me upstairs. I followed him, my face leaking all over the place. I had used my sleeves to rub my nose so many times that my lip was starting to get chapped.
He brought us to his room and motioned for me to sit on his bed. I did, and waited for him to join. He closed the door then came to sit next to me. “Tell me what’s up.” He gazed into my eyes and wiped my tears with his thumb. I sniffled again.
“My mom was being a bitch again,” I mumble, looking at the ground.
“What’d she say this time?” He tried to look at me, but I kept looking away.
“I don’t want to say.”
“Y/N, I can’t make this better until I can counter everything she tells you. I don’t want to leave one wound untouched.”
I nodded and took a deep breath. “She told me that I was stupid and why did I have to fuck up everything I do.”
“You’re not stupid! You’re smarter than me.” Jack pulled me in for a hug, and I wrapped my arms around him sobbing into his shirt. “You haven’t fucked up your relationship with me. You’ve kept it going. You have me. She’s nothing.”
“But what if she’s right Jack?” I looked up at his face behind my tears. I knew deep down that she was right, but if Jack believed it, then maybe I can too.
“She’s not. She never has been. I’m always right.” He grins slightly to lighten the mood but it fades when he realizes that I didn’t smile. “Did she say anything else?”
“Just that I was the reason Dad left.” I said this part super quietly so that he didn’t hear me, but he did.
“She’s the reason your dad left, Y/N. Not you. Why would it be you? Argh, that makes me so mad.” Jack was starting to get flustered on my behalf, and I couldn’t help but think of how sweet it was how much he cared about me. “Here, lie down with me.” We both lied down, and he wrapped his arms around me so that we were spooning. My sniffles had died down, and we were just laying in comfortable silence.
“Are you okay now?” he asked me after a while.
“Not completely.”
“Want me to tell you a story to get your mind off of it?” I smiled at his request. Jack always loved to tell me stories to get my mind off of things. He smiled noticing mine. “I’ll take that as a yes.” I turned toward him, and he propped himself up on his arm so he could look at me as he was talking.
“Once upon a time,” he begins, “there was a princess. And she was absolutely stunning. Every day there’d be knights lined up around the castle and they’d each tell her she was the prettiest princess in all the land. She never believed them, and hid in her castle for most of her life.
“She had a problem though. Her evil step mother - we’re gonna make her your step mother because they’re always evil -” He stops for a second and laughs at his creation so far. He starts again. “Her evil step mother would lock her up in the tower and never let the beautiful princess do anything she wanted. Even though the princess was royalty, the evil step mother made her clean her palace.
“The princess hated her evil step mother and sat at her tower wishing for her prince to come and sweep her off her feet. One day, the princess was sitting at her window ledge and said out loud to herself, ‘oh I wish I would one day find someone to take me away from this place.’” Jack made his voice high for the girl, and I giggled.
“Someone came out of the bushes and surprised the princess, and she’s like ‘who goes there?’ and out of the bushes comes a jester and he’s all ‘tis I! Jack the Jester!’” I laughed again and he held me tighter with a grin on his face. “and so she’s like ‘I don’t know of any jesters!’ and he’s like ‘well now you do because here I am I am a jester.’
“So the princess is confused because isn’t she supposed to get a prince to sweep her off the feet? And she asks the jester this and he said it doesn’t count because she didn’t specify that she wanted a prince. The princess giggles her tiny giggle and the jester is all excited because he thinks that that means she’s okay with being swept away by a jester.
“So the jester decides that today is the day to rescue the princess and he goes to where the princess’s evil step mother is and tells her all kinds of lame jokes and puns.”
“Like what?” I interrupt.
“Like chicken crossing roads jokes. Also like here for an example.” Jack clears his throat. “How do you get a one armed man out of a tree?”
“How?”
“You wave at him!” Jack laughs, and I smack his arm. “So anyway as the jester was telling the evil mother stupid jokes and stuff, the motions for the princess to sneak out. So she does and by the time they’re out of there, the evil step mother had no idea the princess had even left.
The jester was so proud of himself and the princess was so surprised that he managed to get her out of the castle unlike so many knights had failed to do so in the past. The princess gave the jester a kiss, and she decided to give up her life of royalty to live with the jester and they lived happily ever after. The end.”
I giggled and kissed Jack on the nose. “That was a wonderful story.”
“Thank you. Based on true events.”
“What do you mean?”
“Y/N, do you want to come live with me?”
My mouth fell open at this sudden proposal. Was Jack really asking this? My heart sped up and my face grew into a wide smile. “Of course I do!”
“Good! Then you can be away from your evil step mother.” I giggled and Jack laughed and he held me close to him. I inhaled his scent and smiled to myself. Thank god I have him here.
“Why do you have to fuck up everything you do?!” my mother screams at me for the umpteenth time. I’ve lost count.
I didn’t respond, I just stood there with tears running down my cheeks.
“It seriously wasn’t that hard! Are you stupid or just stubborn? What did I do to get such a stupid fucking kid!”
My heart was beating in my chest at a million times a minute. How have I not died yet with this constantly getting in my way. I’m so fucking done with this shit right now. But of course I say nothing. I just sit there. Like always.
“Are you not going to talk again? Great, making me look like the bad guy. As always.” She sighed and turned around to finish the job I was apparently too stupid to do.
I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t stay here, not with her in this godforsaken place, I couldn’t go anywhere else, it’d just make things worse. But did I care? The problem was figuring out whether or not I’d let myself care.
“See this is why your father left,” she told me, while scrubbing the dish. That did it. I’m not staying here anymore. I can’t fucking take it.
I still say nothing, and instead I‘m sobbing quietly. I don’t say goodbye as I run. I hadn’t decided to where I was running to. But I knew I had to get out of there. Tears were flying past my cheeks in the wind and I wished more than anything to have some music with me right now. It would really help.
I stopped running to catch my breath, and think for a bit at what else would help. My mind instantly goes to Jack, my boyfriend. He can always cheer me up, or at least put a smile on my face. He knew of my emotionally abusive mother, but I don’t think it’s ever got this bad.
I take off running towards his house. It surprised me how much ran, but I guess when your body is pumped with adrenaline you can do a lot of things you didn’t think you’d be able to do.
When I get to Jack’s place, lean over to catch my breath while resting my elbows on my knees. I honestly can’t believe I’m all the way here. I’m still crying, I haven’t stopped. Her words kept repeating themselves over and over in my mind.
I knocked on the door almost frantically and Jack answered it rather quickly. “Y/N,” he observed, surprised. “What’re you doing here?”
“Can I come in?” I manage to choke out between the gasping for air and sniffling.
He stood aside for me to walk through. I came in and collapsed on his couch. “Are you okay? Do you want some food? I can make you some waffles.”
“I’m okay, thanks,” I gasp. The advantage of me running was that I didn’t have enough air to burst out sobbing. The disadvantage was that it was running.
He shrugs and pushes his hair out of his face with his hand. He comes over to me on the couch and sits next to me. He places a hand on my stomach as it’s rising and falling abruptly. I move my hand to his and squeeze it.
When my breaths steady themselves, the tears come back. “Whoa, are you sure you’re okay?” Jack asks, his face now closer to mine.
“I never said I was,” I mumbled between sniffles.
“Come here.” Jack didn’t wait for me to respond, and instead grabbed my hand to pull me upstairs. I followed him, my face leaking all over the place. I had used my sleeves to rub my nose so many times that my lip was starting to get chapped.
He brought us to his room and motioned for me to sit on his bed. I did, and waited for him to join. He closed the door then came to sit next to me. “Tell me what’s up.” He gazed into my eyes and wiped my tears with his thumb. I sniffled again.
“My mom was being a bitch again,” I mumble, looking at the ground.
“What’d she say this time?” He tried to look at me, but I kept looking away.
“I don’t want to say.”
“Y/N, I can’t make this better until I can counter everything she tells you. I don’t want to leave one wound untouched.”
I nodded and took a deep breath. “She told me that I was stupid and why did I have to fuck up everything I do.”
“You’re not stupid! You’re smarter than me.” Jack pulled me in for a hug, and I wrapped my arms around him sobbing into his shirt. “You haven’t fucked up your relationship with me. You’ve kept it going. You have me. She’s nothing.”
“But what if she’s right Jack?” I looked up at his face behind my tears. I knew deep down that she was right, but if Jack believed it, then maybe I can too.
“She’s not. She never has been. I’m always right.” He grins slightly to lighten the mood but it fades when he realizes that I didn’t smile. “Did she say anything else?”
“Just that I was the reason Dad left.” I said this part super quietly so that he didn’t hear me, but he did.
“She’s the reason your dad left, Y/N. Not you. Why would it be you? Argh, that makes me so mad.” Jack was starting to get flustered on my behalf, and I couldn’t help but think of how sweet it was how much he cared about me. “Here, lie down with me.” We both lied down, and he wrapped his arms around me so that we were spooning. My sniffles had died down, and we were just laying in comfortable silence.
“Are you okay now?” he asked me after a while.
“Not completely.”
“Want me to tell you a story to get your mind off of it?” I smiled at his request. Jack always loved to tell me stories to get my mind off of things. He smiled noticing mine. “I’ll take that as a yes.” I turned toward him, and he propped himself up on his arm so he could look at me as he was talking.
“Once upon a time,” he begins, “there was a princess. And she was absolutely stunning. Every day there’d be knights lined up around the castle and they’d each tell her she was the prettiest princess in all the land. She never believed them, and hid in her castle for most of her life.
“She had a problem though. Her evil step mother - we’re gonna make her your step mother because they’re always evil -” He stops for a second and laughs at his creation so far. He starts again. “Her evil step mother would lock her up in the tower and never let the beautiful princess do anything she wanted. Even though the princess was royalty, the evil step mother made her clean her palace.
“The princess hated her evil step mother and sat at her tower wishing for her prince to come and sweep her off her feet. One day, the princess was sitting at her window ledge and said out loud to herself, ‘oh I wish I would one day find someone to take me away from this place.’” Jack made his voice high for the girl, and I giggled.
“Someone came out of the bushes and surprised the princess, and she’s like ‘who goes there?’ and out of the bushes comes a jester and he’s all ‘tis I! Jack the Jester!’” I laughed again and he held me tighter with a grin on his face. “and so she’s like ‘I don’t know of any jesters!’ and he’s like ‘well now you do because here I am I am a jester.’
“So the princess is confused because isn’t she supposed to get a prince to sweep her off the feet? And she asks the jester this and he said it doesn’t count because she didn’t specify that she wanted a prince. The princess giggles her tiny giggle and the jester is all excited because he thinks that that means she’s okay with being swept away by a jester.
“So the jester decides that today is the day to rescue the princess and he goes to where the princess’s evil step mother is and tells her all kinds of lame jokes and puns.”
“Like what?” I interrupt.
“Like chicken crossing roads jokes. Also like here for an example.” Jack clears his throat. “How do you get a one armed man out of a tree?”
“How?”
“You wave at him!” Jack laughs, and I smack his arm. “So anyway as the jester was telling the evil mother stupid jokes and stuff, the motions for the princess to sneak out. So she does and by the time they’re out of there, the evil step mother had no idea the princess had even left.
The jester was so proud of himself and the princess was so surprised that he managed to get her out of the castle unlike so many knights had failed to do so in the past. The princess gave the jester a kiss, and she decided to give up her life of royalty to live with the jester and they lived happily ever after. The end.”
I giggled and kissed Jack on the nose. “That was a wonderful story.”
“Thank you. Based on true events.”
“What do you mean?”
“Y/N, do you want to come live with me?”
My mouth fell open at this sudden proposal. Was Jack really asking this? My heart sped up and my face grew into a wide smile. “Of course I do!”
“Good! Then you can be away from your evil step mother.” I giggled and Jack laughed and he held me close to him. I inhaled his scent and smiled to myself. Thank god I have him here.
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RIGHT SOMEONE POINTED THAT OUT ON MY WATTPAD VERSION AND I WAS LIKE ???? how did i do that I'm magical
9/19/16