I Don't Like Her At All... (Jotaro Kujo X {Reader})

22. The Whipper

Pov: Y/N

- We should probably go to sleep, Jotaro...- I said quietly, still laying on top of him.

- I need you to do one thing for me first.- He slowly pulls himself up, making me sit up as well.

- What is it?

- Show me your wrists. I didn't want to ask for it earlier because you were too jittery. But now that you've had calm down.- He reached out and grabbed my hand gently, pulling it up so that he could look at it closely.

- I told you already that it's nothing...- I turned my head away as he watches my scars.

- Y/N. These look like new ones.- He said sternly, squeezing my wrist lightly.- You told me that you've stopped doing this.

- I must have gotten hurt during one of the fights.- I grumbled, not wanting to keep this conversation.

- Don't lie, Y/N.- He squeezes my wrist even tighter now.

- Let go, Jotaro.- I keep my gaze away from him, trying to get my wrist out of his grip.

- Tell me when and why you did that. Now.- He grabbed my face in one hand, turning it towards himself.

- Do you remember when we were in Varanasi and I was fighting with Becky?- I started, continuing after he nodded.- After the battle, I heard my mother's voice in my head. It's always happening to me in the hardest moments. I couldn't help myself but to cut myself in the car when you were all outside and I went to "sleep".

★Flashback★

I lay down on the backseats of the car and feel my eyes water slightly. I can't do this right now. What if they'll notice? I always can just say that I got hurt during fight.

I slowly reach into my pocket and take out small razor blade. I always have this tiny friend of mine in my pockets.

I put the razor against my skin and slowly dig it in, moving it across my wrist. I'm used to it so I don't really feel the pain already. This is how I let my emotions out.

I move the razor to the other side of my wrist, where the veins are. I do the same what I just did on the other side. But this time I feel my vein under the blade and got scared. I pull it away from my wrist, looking at my bleeding wounds.

I put the razor blade back into my pocket before wiping the blood with some tissues.

It was the first time I felt my vein under the razor blade. And it was scary.

★End of flashback★

-Why haven't you told me then?- He frowned, still holding my face in his hand.

- I was too scared... I thought you'd think of me as some kind of madwoman...

- Yare yare daze.- Suddenly I'm pressed against him again. His strong arms are wrapped tightly around me, making me feel safe and secure. He doesn't say anything else. He doesn't ask more questions. He just let me know that he's always there for me, through physical touch.

I wrap my arms around him as well, looking up into his eyes. He slowly leans down and our lips lock in a tender kiss.

After a few moments of kissing, we get a bit more passionate and lay back down on the bed. He got on top, still kissing me forcefully. I feel his hand slowly sliding off my shirt stripes. At this moment his lips move down to my neck. I gasp lightly, holding onto his shoulders. His finger moves my shirt a bit down, revealing my bra, as he's still pecking my neck.