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Joshua's pov

"Get off of me! What the fuck!" He yelled. I kick his knee out, hearing the bone break as he screams and falls down. "Fuck!" He cried.

"You don't fucking talk to women like that!" I yell, kicking him in the side.

"Fuck, man! I get it!" He yells through his sobs. "Stop!"

Hovering over him, I grab him by the collar of his shirt and pick him up. I headbutt him and drop him back down on the ground. "Fucking piece of shit." I spit.

I turn to walk away when suddenly a hand grabs my shoulder and pulls me back. I throw a fist, making it collid with something. I have no idea with what, but it felt like a human. I go to swing again but I can't as I get punched in the stomach, having the air knocked out of me.

Being taken by surprise, being thrown too off guard, the guy hits me again; connecting his fist with my cheek.

"Fuck." I grunted.

"Why don't you pick on guys your own size, piece of shit." I hear a man say behind me.

I turn to look at him, when the back of my knee was kicked, causing me to fall down. I go to move, but someone kicks me in the back, making me fall face first on the ground.

All of a sudden, feet were swinging and kicking all over me, it felt like 40 people were ontop of me. Swears were being said, sweat and blood being mixed and bones were most likely being broken.

They eventually stop after almost 30 minutes. They leave me bleeding, laying on the wet ground. The rain started picking up a few moments ago, washing away my flowing blood.

I groan and roll over to my side, and spit out a mouthfull of my blood.

"Fucking get up." I mummble to myself. "Get up, piece of shit."

I push myself to my hands and knees, my back immediately gets pelted with rain droplets. "Fuck!" I yell, hitting my fists on the ground.

I thrust myself up to my feet in one quick motion. Although, when I take a step forward, I stumble three steps back. My eye sight goes black and I see stars.

Just as fast as it came, it went away and I can see again. Iron deficiency.

//

I don't know how I got here, but I've found myself in a firmilair driveway. It's empty but there's a light on inside, so he must be home.

I bring my hand to the door and knock. Rocking back and fourth on my feet as I wait for an answer.

It took a second but the door opens. "Hello? Oh, Joshua. What are you doing here?" He asked almost... dissapointed to see me.

"Hi Tyler." I say.

"Hi Joshua. What're you doing here?"

"I missed you. And I got in a fight. I got drunk then I got in a fight. I was winning but then these three guys came out of no where and beat the shit out of me. Then I remembered how good you are at cleaning my bloody face and I waddled here. It's been a week since I last saw you and I wanted to again." I slurred out my words.

He sighs and crosses his arms. "Joshua, I can't do this. Y-you need to leave."

"What?"

"Please, just leave me alone." He closes the door before I can say anything else.

What did I do?

//

"J," she said softly. "J, you're gonna be okay."

"No I'm not." I say, my voice muffled by her lap. I've been laying here, crying to her for four hours. I feel so pathetic.

"J, Tyler is probably just caught up in his own problems. And with your cleaning job... you still have the coffee shop, I know it sucks but it's a job. And you still have me, I'm not going anywhere."

Oh my God, I really am pathetic. I'm crying over a man who probably barely even thinks about me and a job who's going to replace me within days. There's a reason my father hit me, I don't fucking blame him. I'm just a lousy, stupid sack of shit who's life is going nowhere. I would beat the shit out of myself if I could.

"Debs, I don't have anything going for me. That job was the most stable thing I've had since I was a child, since the consistency of my dad hitting me every day. My life is so fucking shitty, I've been praying every night to a God that I don't even believe in! I don't fucking know what to do anymore."

"Josh-" Debs is cut off by a knock at the door. I look up at her through my wet, clumped together eyelashes and she sighs. "I'll get it."

I move over so she can get up, off the couch. I hide my head in the cushion while she answers the door. I hear mumbling, a 'thank you' and then the door closes. The couch dips down as she sits back, and I move to use her as a pillow again.

"Who was it?" I ask.

"No body." She says softly.

I roll over so I can see her, then look besides her at a piece of paper. "What is that?"

She just shakes her head and places the paper on the coffee table. "Nothin'."

I sit up and eye her intently. What the fuck is it?

"Not right now, Josh. You should wait to read it when you're feeling better." She says. I go to grab it but she swats my arm away. "Josh, I promise you don't want to see it."

"Debs, it can't be that bad, let me see it."

"J, I promise it's that bad, just wait til you feel better."

"Okay." I sigh and lean back against the couch.

In one swift motion, I grab the paper and run from her to read it. I lock myself in the bathroom and sit on the side of the tub, reading it slowly, making sure not to skip or misread anything.

What? No, it can't be.

"Evicted?" I yell, opening the door to see Debby on the other side. "Evicted?" I repeat.

"I told you to wait, Josh."