Her. | A Joe Jonas FanFiction | Book 2

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As more time passes, Addison falls deeper into an unsettling depression. She hated her life now more than she had ever hated her life before. It had gone from something she could count on, and hated... to a life where she didn't know where she was going. She didn't know what she was meant to be doing. But it definitely didn't include working at a retail store getting paid minimum wage for a job she hated. It didn't include that at all.

As she lays in her room, darkening curtains closed, tv off, complete silence surrounding her, a knock on the front door downstairs causes her mother to open the door, Addison's only hope standing in front of her.

"Thank you for coming," Jenna says.

"She's my best friend," Hope sighs, stepping into the house and dropping her bag off to the side. "I'm just hoping I can pull her out of this. I'm beginning to wonder if anyone can."

"I know one person that can..." Jenna says, giving her a knowing look. "But he's also the cause."

Hope nods, silently agreeing. "I'm gonna go see if she'll talk to me."

Jenna nods, going to the kitchen as Hope walks up the stairs and to Addison's room.

Meanwhile in California, Joe sits in the living room, playing with Alena and Valentina on the floor, trying to distract his brain from the constant string of Addison.

"So honey," his mother begins, everyone sitting around the room on couches and in chairs.

Joe glances up at his mother, wondering what she was going to bring up in front of his extended family, DNCE and a few friends.

"Have you heard from or reached out to Addison?"

Joe gulps and Nick and Kevin exchange a look.

"Uh, no, mom, I haven't reached out and she hasn't either," he states, continuing to play with his nieces before looking up. "Why?"

"Well, I was just curious. She was good for you, I figured you might try to make things work."

Joe licks his lips, looking back down to the ground. "Yeah, that's not gonna happen mom."

"Well, I think that's a mistake."

Joe nods. "I'm sure you do."

"Joseph." his father warns.

Joe looks to his father. "What am I supposed to say? Sorry that I'm making what you believe is a mistake?"

"I think you think it's a mistake too but don't want us to know," his aunt speaks up, making him turn to her.

"What?"

"I never met her. I never saw you with her. But I've never heard your family rave about a girl you've been with before Joseph," she says. "And that tells me that something happened that you don't want to talk about. Maybe it was your fault, maybe it wasn't but I don't think you're being completely truthful with us or yourself."

Joe gulps, keeping his mouth shut and playing with the girls again.

The room falls quiet, no one knowing how to follow the conversation.

Which is why it shouldn't have been brought up.

Well, that was a bust," Hope says, stepping off the last step and walking into the kitchen to Jenna.

"Nothing?" Jenna asks, giving her a frown.

Hope shakes her head. "I've never seen her like this. Not even when she was really really depressed before running away from Texas. I don't know if anyone is gonna be able to bring her out of this. Anyone but him."

"That's what I was afraid of." Jenna states.

Upstairs, Addison pulls herself out of bed, the stench from her own body hitting her like a ton of bricks as she pulls off the covers. She sighs, blinking a few times and walking to the bathroom before using the toilet and washing her hands.

She stares into the mirror for a moment. Thoughts entering her mind that she never thought she'd have again.

Maybe this would've never happened if I had just stayed with them. She thinks to herself. If I had stayed with Jacklyn and David. If I had never run away from Texas. What if I hadn't been so eager to get away? What if I had just accepted my fate back then? If I had I wouldn't be standing here staring into a mirror contemplating figuring out how to stop myself from breathing. How to stop the pain that aches in my gut. Then again at this point I'm not sure if that's starvation or heartbreak anymore. What if I just... gave up? Let go. What if I just... ended it? I never thought there would come a day where Hope wouldn't be able to lift me out of whatever this is... but that day has come. Doesn't that mean there's no more hope for me? Doesn't that mean it should just be over? Without Hope... I'm alone. There's no point after that. But that's it.... If I had stayed in Texas none of this would've happened. If I had stayed in Texas, I would still be working. I'd still be okay. Who cares if it's not what I want for my life? The truth is... I don't know what I want for my life. It's not like I have any talent or anything I'm passionate about. But I'm good at the business. Might as well do something I'm good at... maybe that'll give me purpose after all.

Picking up her phone, Addison dials a number she's surprised she remembers, a voice answering after two rings.

"William Johnson."

"Hi William. It's Addison."

"Addison. Uh, wow. It's good to hear from you, how are you?'

"I've been better, if I'm being honest. But I need your help."

"Anything," he says.

"I want to start working again. But remotely."

"Remotely?" he asks. "We have a few teams across the US. I might be able to have you join. Where are you located nowadays? Last I knew it was California. Is that still right?"

"No, actually. I'm located in New Jersey now."

"O, wonderful. I have a team that way that's quite small. Could use a few more bodies. How soon are you looking to start back?"

"Immediately."

His grin was noticeable in his tone. "Perfect. I'll email you details and get everything set up with the team."

"Great." she says, hanging up and setting her phone on the bathroom counter.

She stares herself in the mirror for another moment before straightening her back, turning around and starting the shower.

Stop being a bitch, Addison. You're better than this. Get yourself together. She tells herself, stripping and stepping into the shower. Time to get back to the one thing you're good at. 

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