save [joshler]

joshua

Tyler's pov

God, I had such a good time yesterday. It was simple but it was so fun. Joshua is a great guy, I like being around him. I wanna hang out with him again soon, I don't necessarily know the lies I'll use to cover up though. I can't always use my mom for it, he'll pick up on it eventually.

I start piling the dishes into the dishwasher as the front door unlocks and opens. Bren walks in and I give him a smile.

"Hi Bren." I say, continuing with the dishes.

He doesn't say anything, and I hear the fridge open, some bottles clink together and the pop of beer bottle open.

He clears his throat and leans against the counter next to me. "So, I heard some news today."

Oh fuck.

"W-what did you hear?" I asked, pushing through my voice crack.

"A little birdy told me they saw you in a diner yesterday. With another man."

I stop in my tracks and internally curse myself. "I-I can expla-"

"You can explain? You can explain?!" He starts raising his voice, causing me to shrink.

"Y-yeah, it-it-it's not what y-you think-"

"It's not what I think?" He repeats.

He walks closer to me, making me walk backwards until my back hits a wall and I'm frozen in fear. I'm fucking in for it.

"It-he's-"

"Shut the fuck up!" He shouts, his spit flying onto my face. "You're gonna fucking tell me who he is, what the fuck you were doing with him and why you fucking lied to me!"

I broke down sobbing, letting the tears I didn't know I had in my eyes roll down my cheeks. "I-I-"

"Fucking tell me!" He yelled.

"His name is Joshua," I said through my sobs. "His name is Joshua! He's the guy who cleans for my mom-"

"I thought I fucking told you not to go over there again!"

"Y-you did, I'm s-s-sorry." My head fell, I cried into my hands.

He scoffed, swiftly pushed my hands down and wrapped his hand around my neck, forcing me to look at him. He squeezed his hand, restricting my airway.

"I fucking told you not to see him again!" He yelled.

I went to speak and he threw me to the ground. Hovering over me, he slapped me across my face. "I fucking told you not to see him again."

"I-I'm sorry."

He climbed over me, one leg on either side of me and started hitting me. Left and right punches were being thrown, curse words were shouted and the blood from inside my body was surfacing.

After what seemed like hours of being hit, he gets off me. Through wet and blurry eyes, I see him walk to the kitchen and open the fridge. He comes back with an open beer bottle in his hand.

He looks down at me and smiles. "You're not gonna see him again, right?"

"R-r-right." I whimper.

"Thought so. I'm heading out." He says. He grabs his car keys and leaves without saying anything more.

I slowly roll to my side, spit infused with blood seeps out of my mouth and I cringe at the metallic taste.

"Fuck me." I say.

I push myself off the floor and stumble around, hitting and bumping into things as I walk to the bathroom. I turn on the light and grab a washcloth from the closet, wetting it in the sink.

I press the damp cloth underneath my nose, holding it there to absorb the flowing blood. After a few moments, I wring out the cloth of the blood and put it back under the water. Doing this a few more times until the blood all over my face is completely gone.

"Fuck me."

//

"Can you you go to the store and pick up more beer? I'm almost out." Bren said.

I give him a look that says "have you not seen my face in the past three hours?" But I still nod and stand up to leave. He grabs my wrist, yanking me backwards.

"Do you not know how to use your words?" He said.

"I-I'm sorry."

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Whatever, just don't take long at the store." He said, dropping my hand and walking off.

I swallow thickly and get my shoes on before leaving the house and loading into the car. I would normally use make up to cover the black eyes and scars but I had no choice this time. Seems to be a lot of that these days.

//

"Oh fuck! I'm so sorry!" A woman says after hitting my already bruised hip with her cart.

I smile it off and shake my head. "It's alright, I should've let you know I was behind you. I'm sorry."

She smiles and goes to say something but her whole demeanor quickly changed. She looks worried. Oh fuckity fuck fuck.

"Hey are you alright? You've got a black eye?"

Yeah, no fucking shit lady.

I just smile and nod again. "Yeah I'm okay, I play baseball." I lied.

"Ohhh, alright. Baseball is one dangerous sport!" She laughs. "Alright well you have a good day now."

"I will thank you, you too!"

She nods and walks off. God, why can't people just stick to their own shit and mind their own God damn business? Thanks for the worry but I don't need it! Dumb bitch.

Wow that was rude, Tyler calm down.

//

"What fucking took you so long?" Bren groaned as I walk inside.

"S-sorry, the line at the store was crazy." I say.

"Yeah, I'm fucking sure it was Ty."

He pushes past me and grabs a beer then walks off to our room down the hall. I slip off my shoes and go lay down on the couch.

I wonder how Joshua is doing. I hope he's okay.