?Only In My Imagination? (Alastor x fem! reader love story) ?

Ch. 15 ?Window To My Past?

Then, he raises a hand and smacks the woman across the face.
I jump, and watch what happens next.

He hits her, again and again, yelling at her, calling her names, saying that every cent he earns belongs to him, and that she can't have a say in what he spends it on.

Suddenly, the little boy runs downstairs and tries to pull his father's arm away from hitting his mother, before the father lashes out at him, smacking him in the face, which sends him flying to the floor.

The mother rises to her feet, throwing herself in between her husband and son to protect her little boy.

In the end, he stopped hurting them, grabbing his coat and turning to go back outside, saying on the way out that if they leave or tell anyone about what happened, he'll kill them.

The door slams shut, and the bruised, bloody mother, clutches her little boy in her arms, holding him tight as he cries. She tries to sing to calm him and herself, but her voice cracks and breaks from her cries.

Suddenly, the image vanishes away, and we're standing in darkness, no forest, no home...nothing.
A black abyss.

I look up at Alastor, who stands with his eyes closed, hands clenched in tight fists at his side.

I reach out to touch him. "Alastor-"

"I do not need your pity!" he shouts suddenly, his eyes changed to radio dials, and his horns growing larger.
Fear floods my chest.

"Alas-"

"Do not think that just because I showed you this, that you feel sorry for me!" he continues to shout, his voice going darker, demonic. "I am the Radio Demon! I need no one's help or comfort! I am my own! And just because you believe that we are friends DOES NOT MEAN THAT WE ARE! YOU'RE NOTHING MORE THEN JUST A USELESS MORTAL THAT I COULD SQUASH LIKE A BUG!"

My eyes widen completely, as I feel my heart shatter into little pieces.
Suddenly, he shapes back into his normal form, the look of shock on his face, as if he had no control over what just happened.

"Y/N," he says, "I-I didn't mean that. Please," he steps closer to me, but I step back, hurting, broken, and afraid of him.

He sees it too, and for the first time ever, his smile has fallen, and the look of pure fright and desperation fill his eyes.
"I...I didn't mean any of it," he stutters, panic filling the expression on his face, before he throws his hands to hide his face as he goes to his knees.

I stand there, watching him.

"I-I'm so sorry, Y/N," he says, his static voice now shaky. "Please don't be afraid of me, Y/N, please..."

So faintly, he whispers... "I do not know what I would do without you..."

My eyes widen.

He stays on his knees, hands hiding his face in shame, regret, embarrassment.
Slowly, I approach him, going on my knees as well before I take his hands into mine, which forces his eyes to look at me.

"I'm not afraid of you," I reply softly, "I care about you. More then anyone or anything in this world. And don't be insulted when I want to try and show it to you...don't push me away, out of pride..." I whisper. "Because honestly, you're not going to succeed. I'll always be there, one way, or another..."

Suddenly, I feel his arms wrap around me, pulling me to him in a tight hug, so tight that he's afraid that if he let's go, I'll disappear.
But I won't disappear...not now, or ever...

I hug him back, running a hand up and down his back in a comforting way. "It's alright," I whisper, "It's okay..."

He doesn't respond, he only hugs me, tight, refusing to let go.
He needs this, deep down I know that. And I don't want to deny him of this comfort. I'll give him as much as he wants, until he is the one to deny it.

Soon, he let's me go, refusing to look into my eyes.
I cup his face in my hands, raising it. "Don't be afraid of this," I whisper, "of someone trying to comfort you. To be there for you..."

His eyes widen softly, and slowly, I feel one hand touch my hair, fingers tangling themselves.

"Can we go somewhere else, Y/N? Somewhere...a little less dark?" he asks.
I nod. "Wherever you want," I smile, before I feel him rise to his feet, bringing me up as well.

He holds both my hands, the space between us feeling small, small enough to make my breath hitch.

I close my eyes, and when I open them, I see we're standing in yet another house, the rain pouring down outside, and a old radio playing in the corner.

I look around, before I hear his voice fill the air.

"Welcome to my home," he says, smiling.