JAMES MARRIOTT ONESHOTS 🌶🌶🌶

Everything is too much

(enjoy weirdos x)

As I leaned over my small balcony all I can think about is disappearing, I will I could just run away from my problems and my feelings but I bare the pain as much as I can just because I'm not ready to go just yet.

My phone dings from my pocket and it's James, what does he want?

J: Hey what are you doing?
Me: contemplating death or identity theft, you?
J: lol seriously what are you up to right now?
Me: I just told you.
J: oh, you weren't joking.... Are you okay?
Me: no.

I put my phone on silent and placed it back into my pocket. I don't want to talk to anyone or even exist right now let alone deal with him.

After a few cigarettes and a glass of wine my body started to calm down. Untill I head a knock on my door.

I walked over to open it and all I could see was James looking red in the face and very out of breath.

I couldn't be bothered to care so I just walked back in not saying a word back to my little balcony to light another cigarette.

"Why weren't you answering your phone?" He could bearly get his word out from being out of breath but started to sound more angry with each word.

"I'm sooooorry but last I checked I don't get paid to answer you every time you text me" he could fuck off for all I cared, the mental hole was too deep for me to be interested. I checked my phone to see 42 missed texts and 4 missed phone calls.

"I thought you killed yourself or fucking ran away I was terrified" if he wasn't angry 2 minutes ago he was definitely angry now.

Turning to him he was standing fully up, looking down at me with those eyes full of rage and hurt, but I was slightly drunk so my mouth moved on its own.

"And? Would it have fucking matted at this point, one less person for everyone to fucking deal with" the cigarette was burning my throat with every puff but atleast I had something to numb the pain.

James moved towards me standing so close I was pushed back against the balcony, James took the cigarette out of my hand and began to smoke it.

"And I thought you didn't smoke"

"You gave me a fucking heart attack, don't do that shit again"

"And if I did? What are you gonna do? Give me stupid positive words to make me instantly happy??.
Fucking thought so."

He grabbed my face and made me look into his eyes, he looked desperate.

" No but I'll bend you over this fucking balcony and fuck you till you can't even remember why you wanted to die if the fucking first place."

The shock on my face was definitely real because he started to laugh gently to himself because of my reaction.

"Did I make you forget?"

"Forget what?"

"Exactly" he let me go and continued to finish the cigarette he stole of me.

"Wait what? Are you being serious?"

"Wanna find out?" He smiled at me.

"Fuck yes"
Those were the last words I spoke before James pulled me into the flat and picked me up taking me to the bedroom.

.........till next time