𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭

𝟒𝟒.

omniscient
later that night

jack quickly sat up from the couch hearing the locks from the front door turning, tossing his new iphone beside him tobias ran past him barking loudly, monica stumbled inside tobias bum rushed her almost making her fall he licked her hands rubbing his body firmly against hers wanting to be rubbed.

"h-hi baby boy". she softly said, jack turned the lights on hearing monica in pain, walking over towards her he froze eyeing the very visual red hickey on her neck.

his heart sank as he eyed her monica was unaware of the hickey chris left purposely for his former boss to see, monica turned remembering the front door wasn't lock, "tobias go lay". he asked, "curly he's fine". monica said, jack ignored her "go lay down!". he shouted making monica frown.

"what is wrong with you!? why are you being mean". she mumbled leaning against the wall for support of her body.

jack ignored her shaking his head, he was hurt. "no wait Jack what's wrong?". she softly asked reaching for him, "don't touch me!". he screamed in her face making her flinch in fear, holding herself she refused to cry in front of him brushing past him walking slowly up the stairs,

tobias stood close beside her. "fuck man". jack whispered monica blasted the water from the shower head on the hottest temperature hoping it'd help with her weak and tired body,

gripping the side of the door she slowly got inside. sighing in relief she grabbed her towel putting her coco butter body wash onto it before scrubbing her skin so hard it was beginning to turn red.

tears welled in her eyes as she began crying the water mixing in with tears, she ignored her skin burning and bruising she continued to scrub herself clear choking back on a sob jack's arms wrapped around her startling her she dropped her towel turning towards him burying her face into his neck she cried loudly as he held her. "h-he". she attempted to speak her cries overpowering her speech, jack continued to rub her face.

"curly". she cried, "monica who put that hickey on your neck". he whispered softly against her ear, "what? h-hickey". she asked, pulling away he held her hand not wanting her to fall cupping her face he sucked his teeth. "baby why are you even drinking". he frowned eyeing her glossy eyes, she shrugged hugging herself "a-are you mad at me?". she softly asked, jack shook his head. "baby what's wrong what aren't you telling me?". he softly asked beginning to wash them up.

monica continued to cry softly asked jack washed her up "mo you can tell me anything i'm sorry for yelling at your earlier i hope i haven't scared you". he whispered eyeing her body.

"why are you bruised up for?". he asked glancing at her bright red skin monica shut her eyes in pain. "what did you drink mo?". he asked feeling her body lean against his, wiping her wet face he cupped her jaw. "i took sleeping pills". she whispered her eyes shutting, "with alcohol!? on an empty stomach monica". he screamed in a panic,

shutting the water off he picked her up before sliding the doors open grabbing two towels before walking to their bedroom.

placing monica onto her feet jack held her hand as he wiped her dry her body shaking against him "you cold?". she nodded yawning loudly "baby my head hurts". she whispered,

"i'm going to help give me a second". he softly said wrapping the towel tightly around her before going towards the closet,

grabbing a two pairs of boxers and a sweatshirt jack walked over glancing at monica who sat on the floor looking at the wall blankly, jack grabbed the lotion before sitting beside her.