Kiara's Pov
I just stared at him, my mouth was propped open, but I couldn't close it, I was shocked by what he'd just said, I didn't know what to say to him. "No, please, stay JJ. For me." I begged, looking into his eyes. "What's the point." JJ whispered, pulling his shirt back down, covering his toned abs and bruises.
I frowned, I could feel my eyes watering up, I couldn't understand, I never knew he was suicidal, he acted to happy all the time, so genuine, he was the happiest one in the group for God's sake! He smoked weed, partied, vaped, drunk, slept with girls, then the cicle repeated. To think about it, he acted out a lot. Maybe his repressed Daddy Issues are the reason he smoked weed, partied, vaped, drunk and slept with girls.
"The point is, is that I need you!" I screamed, raising my voice, I honestly don't know what I'd do if I lost him. "JJ, can I tell you something?" I asked, he hadn't replied to my last statement, but I needed to lift something off of my chest, he nodded slowly, up and down.
He then leaned in, eager to hear what I had to say. "Pope, I don't love him." I said, whispering almost, I felt relief, this feeling was odd, the feeling that I've just lifted up a million tone of bricks off of my chest.
"What?" He whispered, shocked to his core, I could honestly tell that he was confused. "I'm with him for pity. The night I kissed him, John B left, he was an absolute wreck, well, weren't we all? I stayed with him because I couldn't bare seeing him more hurt." I whispered, my head down all the way.
I honestly couldn't tell if he were on my side or Pope's. He began nodding in agreement, but I still couldn't tell if he was on my side or not. "You should let him go. It's worse to lead him on." JJ whispered, putting his head down. "I have to go home." JJ whispered, making me look up at him. "No! JJ! You can't go back there!" I raised my voice, I couldn't let him go back there. "I have to." JJ said, whispering, groaning to get up.
I helped him get up, he groaned in pain as I pressed against his bruises, I lifting him up by his arms, he stood up then looked at me, he made eye contact with me, then he walked toward the front door, I followed him, and watched him get onto his motor bike and ride away.
