Kiaras POV
"Baby?" I say softly sitting against the bathroom door. "What's up Kie?" JJ says sounding annoyed from the other side of the door. "I just wanted to make sure you were ok." I say wishing he would unlock the door. "I don't need your help. I'm fine. Go save a turtle or whatever the fuck rich people do." He snarled. "Ok..." I mumble standing up and walking away. I didn't want to but if he was just going to stand there and hurt me I was not staying.
JJs POV
As I hear the front door slammed shut tears escaped my eyes. I didn't want her to leave. I just didn't want her to worry about me. I grab a piece of shattered beer bottle. I had thrown it against the wall earlier when my temper tantrum first started. With shakily hands I hold it against my arm. I hiss in pain as it digs into my skin. It hurt but it was soothing. All my pain was poured into a little line. It was real. My thoughts started to slow down and I could breathe again.
Kiaras POV
I groan and turn around. I have put up with many of JJs hissy fits. This wasn't anything different. I just needed to ignore his negativity. I open the front door and head to the bathroom. At the same time JJ opened the bathroom door. "What are you doing here?" He said in a panic. I look to the floor trying to think of the best way to put this when I see blood all over the tile floor. "Oh my god! Is that blood?!" I say pushing past JJ into the bathroom. Broken beer bottle shards where everywhere. "Oh my god JJ! Did it cut you?" I ask scanning his body looking for the wound. "Yeah it was just a nick Kie. I am fine." He says nervously. JJ Maybank was anything but nervous. He had his left arm behind his back. I grab it and look for the cut. There was huge 3 inch cut directly in the center of his forearm. "That isn't... from the bottle breaking." I whisper. He yanks his arm back. "Yes it is. I am fine Kiara. Get the fuck out of here." He says annoyed. Tears prick at my eyes threatening to spill. "You did that to yourself?" My voice barely above a whisper. "I said get the fuck out. Now." He says his voice in a scary calm tone. "If I leave I am calling John B and Pope. Then they are coming over. You are either talking to them or talking to me. Either way you're talking." I say standing my ground. I knew JJ would never hurt me. He was just emotionally unhinged right now. "God fucking dammit!" He screams punching the wall. I yelp and jump back. His knuckle was bleeding and plaster was everywhere. "JJ..." I say starting to cry. "No stop. Kie everything is fine. Don't cry baby." He says taking a breath. "Everything isn't fine. You're hurting yourself J..." I say crying harder. He wraps his arms around me. "I know. I know. It isn't ok. I'm not ok." He says voice cracking. "What's going on?" I ask him concerned. "I just couldn't breathe." He admits tears starting to fall. "And doing this to yourself was the best way to handle that?" I ask him not believing this was happening. "Everything is just concentrated." He mumbles. "Babe..." I mumble into his chest. "Everything's gonna be ok." He says ruffling my hair. "Every time you cut yourself you are hurting me J. Please. You can't do this to yourself..." I say holding his arm. "Alright Baby. I'm sorry." He says pressing a kiss to my forehead.
