𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐀𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 || 𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

The Photo

~the night before jj disappeared~

~Jj's Pov~

Why did he text me? Is he in trouble again? I'm telling ya, that's it. I don't even know why I came. I guess, whatever he does, whatever he does to me, he's still my dad..

Anyway, I'm gonna do it. Since y/n and I started dating, I haven't been here, but he needs me. Maybe he wants to apologise. His text says "Come home, boy. I want to spend time with you. Don't worry I'm not gonna hurt you ", and it's the only text he ever sent me. Normally, I'd be sweating right now, thinking he found out some shit I did. The police called him or something. But now, that I'm with y/n, I've been able to stay out of trouble for a while, so I'm not worried about that.

I left y/n for this shit. It was one of our dates tonight, and I left her alone. Of course I didn't tell her I was coming here. I told her they needed me at work. I wash boats for the Kooks. That's my current job. If I told her the truth, she wouldn't let me come. And honestly, I think she'd be right. Anyway, I could be spending time with my girlfriend now, so this better be good.

I know better than to believe my father, but this time.. I need to believe that I don't need to worry. I need to believe he's changed the past three and a half months.

I open the door with the hope that he's gonna hug me when he sees me. He's gonna tell me that he's sorry and that we could finally act like a father and son

He must've been waiting for me, because as soon as I closed the door behind me he came from the living room, making me flinch

"You came! " he says and comes towards me to hug me, but it's not like I imagined it. He smells vodka from a hundred miles away, and he holds a cigarette in his hands

I back up

"Come here, boy! " he insists and as I'm about to walk closer, another man appears from the living room. And then another one

"What the hell are you doing? " I ask and walk in there to see a bunch of drunk creeps playing poker. My face fell. That's why he needed me?

"Is that why you texted me? To lose my money at poker? " I ask disappointed

"No! " he grabs my hand to lead me to a more private place, but I slap it away. There's just one person that I let touch me, and it's definitely not him. I just follow him outside "Don't make a scene, boy! I texted you to spend time with your old man " he says and it's the calmest I've ever seen him talk

"Playing poker? Are you serious? " I yell at him

"Look, if you don't want to play, just give me your money and I'll play for you.. " he keeps his voice calm

"What? " I forrow my eyebrows not knowing how to feel "Is that what you want, my money? " I ask but he stays silent. It's the first time "You know, I thought you wanted me. I thought you remembered that you're a father! "

"I know I'm a father! Now, are you gonna give me the money or not? " he holds his hand out but I turn to leave

"No " I say and he grabs me turning me around

"You know how much you cost me? This money ain't nothing! "

"It's not my problem that you lost your money, dad " I say and clench my jaw

He's about to punch me, when he notices something on me. I don't know what it is, but he's face tells it doesn't make him happy "What's that? " he grabs my face and turns it to reveal my neck "Is that a hickey?! " he yells and I push him away "Is that what you've been doing and you can't lend some money to your own father? Having sex with brats?! "

"Don't call her a brat! " I prepare my grip to punch him, but instead, for once a start walking away

"She's pretty.." I hear him say and turn around to see him holding my phone. He must've grabbed it from my back pocket "What is a girl like that doing with you? " he says laughing but the more he talks the sickest I feel "She's your wallpaper. Look at that! So cute.. "

"Dad, give my phone back.. " I'm not trying to fight with him. I've done it too many times, and I know it's no use "Dad.." he doesn't listen to me

"You like a stranger more than you care about your father? " he tries to find a week spot

"She's not a stranger! " I suddenly feel anger

"Oh I'm sorry, are you in love with her? " he says in a baby voice sarcastically

"Yes. Now give me my phone back "

"Give me my money first " he gets serious
and I roll my eyes "You know, love is a weakness. Are you really gonna let some girl make you seem week? "

"You're wrong! I'm not week, dad. I have her, and I love her. You are week. Is there even one person you care about? " he doesn't answer because he knows the answer, like I do. Instead, he punches me in the face

"I loved your mother! And she left us! " he starts yelling as I wipe the blood from my cheek "Love is weekness. You love, you lose. That's the rule! " I roll my eyes and he notices "Don't you roll your eyes to me! What, you think your little girlfriend is any different? Well she's not! "

"Don't talk about her! " anger takes over me. I don't want him to have anything to do with her. Him seeing her photo is enough for me to kick his ass "You don't know her like I do! No, wait, you don't know her at all! "

"I don't have to meet her to know. You meet one, you know them all. Girls like her and your mother won't stick by your side like they say. Guys like us are considered "out of their league ". Sooner or later, she'll leave you! "

"Shut up! " I yell not wanting to accept that he's right. Because I don't think he is "She's not like that! "

"That's what I used to say, too. That's why we had you. Because I thought It'd last " his voice softens "Look at her, Jj " he says and shows me the photo of her that I had as my wallpaper

It was a time we were at the beach. We were laughing and joking around, when I said I'd take a picture of her..

"Come on! " I say "Just one photo! " I pull my phone out

"Are you serious? " She laughs. Her hair falls perfectly on her shoulders as she keeps laughing. God, her smile..

"Yes, I need a wallpaper " I joke

"Aww me? " she says sarcastically "Fine. But I need one too, so you'll be in it too " she tilts her head to the side making puppy eyes

"Fine " I give in and she cheers like she just won a race or something

She takes my phone and holds it a little higher than our heads. I feel her soft lips on my cheek and I turn my focus on her

"That's it " she gives me another kiss, on the lips this time, and shows me the photo

"That's actually really good! " I say impressed

In the photo, I was looking at her as she gave me a kiss on the cheek with her eyes closed and her hands wrapped around my neck, as mine are resting around her waist

"I know! It's perfect.. "

"What? " I questioned acting like I don't know what he means

"She's too good, don't you think? " a grin shapes on his face, almost as if he's happy with my misery

"Why are you doing this? " I look down tearing up "Why can't you let me be happy? " I grab my phone and storm off the yard, decisive to never see him again