My Rockstar Girlfriend (Jenniex Female reader)

Ch.9 Stained

⚠️ Brief mentions of rape, childhood trauma and abusive relationships..

I see you everywhere; the sweetest torture
one could bare 
—

The complicated relationship between a mother and her daughter is a multifaceted tapestry of emotions and experiences. At its best, it can be an unbreakable bond, a source of unwavering support, and an enduring friendship. They find solace in each other's company, seeking advice, and offering comfort during life's trials. Yet, this relationship can also be marred by strife, misunderstandings, and clashing personalities. Differences in values, expectations, and generational gaps can fuel resentment and over flowing jealousy, causing temporary or even prolonged estrangement. Despite these complexities, the bond remains one of life's most profound connections, capable of evolving and healing over time, ultimately defining a significant part of one's identity and emotional landscape.
Jennie doesn't fall short of this.

Jennie's POV

The water tap to the tub drips down adding to the pool of preexisting water. My eyes go docile as I focus on the sound of my heart in the temples of my head.

The tile of the bathroom floor is cold against my thighs. I cradle my legs close to my face to create space, rubbing my hand up and down to provide a sort of comfort. Every inch my finger tips trace leaves a trail of goosebumps contrasting the comfort I was looking for.

My body shakes and twitches sporadically. The unforgiving cold of the tile not helping.

My arms littered in untreated scars and left over bruises I collected in the past months shading me green and purple. If they didn't hurt I'd be burying my face into them.

I try to sniffle as my noise runs. I try to wipe my tears but they keep falling. I tried to breathe but I couldn't.

Feeling anxiety overcome me I reach for something to grab, anything. I find my that's necklace embedded in my chest and bunch it up in my fist. I subconsciously start to tug, the rough material digging into my skin causing it to burn hot. I pull and pull. I pull so hard it snaps. I look down at the necklace I had broken. It was the necklace my boyfriend gave to me.

J&J

I scoff. I hated that necklace.

The bathroom door is open, open to see my mom turning the corner heading straight towards me.

Her steps are fast but it's almost like she moves in slow motion.

"Your clothes are downstairs. Since you want to run off so much might as well run off for good hm?"

I look up at my mom with bloodshot, watery eyes and smile that smile I know she hates. Usually moms love seeing their kids smile, she always hated mine.

She clenches her teeth, jaw moving to the side, arms crossed upholding the distance we've held for 16 years. The position of a truly infuriated woman.

She saves the sweet voice opting to yell.

"Get the FUCK OUT!" The last half coming out more tempered then the first.

I plant my hands to the tile and I wince through the pain as I get up off the floor, my muscles aching, knees threatening to fold back and send me straight to the floor again.