It was around 3pm when i got a knock on the front door. I walk downstairs to answer it to reveal my boyfriend Jj.
His face was cut up & he had a bloody lip.
I didn't say anything, just grabbed his hand and took him straight into the bathroom. He sat on the counter as i got out all the supplies.
I placed a warm wash cloth on his bloody lip. I finished cleaning him up & he weakly smiles.
I brush his hair out of his face, he closes his eyes enjoying the feeling. I grabbed his hand and took him off the counter.
We walked over to the bed, laying down. He lays his head on my chest and wrapped his arms around me as i played with his hair some more.
"i'm sorry" he says
"shh "
"i let you down i know i did"
"J you didn't let me down. I just wish you would stop fighting. You cant keep getting in trouble like this"
"i know... but they'll think i'm weak if i dont fight"
"whose they?"
"dad, rafe, topper. They'll think i'm weak"
"Dont worry about what they think love, they're pieces of shit anyways, i love you, you're friends love you & thats all that matters. You have us"
"i love you so much, you know that?" He says looking up at me
"i love you way more"
He reaches up to kiss my lips, we talked about anything and everything before we fell fast asleep in each others arms.
