⚠️TW: SH⚠️
Tara's pov
I was happy to see that Johnnie was feeling better after I took him to a rage room and an axe throwing place, but it annoyed me so much that Jake kept calling Johnnie the whole time. Johnnie and I sat in my car as I was going to drive us back. I looked at the rear mirror, looking at Johnnie smiling. I gave him a soft smile before excusing myself to the bathroom. I locked myself in one of the stalls as I called Jake. "Johnnie?" "No, it's me Tara," I stopped for a moment before continuing. "Stop calling Johnnie, you heard him. He said to leave him alone, you've done enough. Stay away from him. Bye now," before I could hang up, Jake spoke up, " Wait Tara please.. don't hang up on me just yet. I'll leave both you and Johnnie alone after this I swear, but please just tell Johnnie I'm sorry and to answer me.. tell him.. tell him I'm sorry for abandoning him like that to go to a party and forgetting to buy him dinner, please. Can you pass the phone to him?" He asked. Did he really just say that? I hung up on him, my blood boiling with anger. I calmed myself down before walking back to my car.
When we got back to our dorm, I stepped on something and looked down to see.. a letter? I slowly opened the letter.
Dear Tara,
I'm not sure if Johnnie's here at your dorm with you but nobody was here when I came. But if you happen to be with Johnnie or know where he is, please hand this to him.
Hey Johnnie, I'm really sorry that I told you I was going to record a new music video. I went to a party with Diana and I'm sorry I didn't pick up your calls and forgot to order you dinner. I'm so sorry. Please just come back to our dorm, I miss you so much.
I was filled with anger. Didn't I tell him to leave Johnnie alone? I crumpled the paper and threw it away before glancing at Johnnie. He was laying his bed as he scrolled on TikTok. I know the letter was basically for him, but he's feeling alot better and I don't want some jerk like him to ruin that. "I'm gonna take a nap," Johnnie mumbled in a sleepy voice as he yawned and put his phone away. I closed the curtains, making the room a little more darker so he could sleep better. I sat on the floor as I examined him. I can't imagine what he's going through. Cried his eyes out until it hurt him to even blink and also getting punched in the eye? I can't even think of how bad that'd feel. He deserves better than Jake. Johnnie has loved Jake for so long and has given some signs but he just thinks Johnnie's joking. I got up and laid down on my bed as I scrolled through Instagram.
Jake's pov
I sighed as I walked to my car. I assumed that Johnnie still needed more time alone and just went to go hangout with Diana.
While we were hanging out, she asked for us to take a picture and I agreed. We posed and she pretended to kiss my cheek as I smiled. We both posted it on our Instagram story as she looked over at me while smiling, the sunlight shining on her face. As I smiled back at her, our eyes locked. She looks like the most gorgeous woman I've ever laid my eyes on. Her amber eyes, long lashes, wavy brown hair and everything else. "Oh uh, sorry about that," I forced a chuckle as I looked away, blushing harder than ever. She giggled as she took a sip of her drink. She leaned in closer as she planted a kiss on my cheek as she winked at me. I smiled as I grabbed her chin and pulled her close as our lips touched. We soon pulled away as I gazed at her.
Tara's pov
Suddenly, Jake posted on his story. What was he up to now? I clicked it and was shocked to see it was a photo of Dianna kissing Jake's cheek. I turned over to look at Johnnie, wondering whether to wake him up and show him the photo or let him sleep first. I took a screenshot before going to stalk her page. She also posted the same picture except she put a small text at the bottom that read, " my bf guys;)" I froze. Boyfriend? How do I tell this to Johnnie? I sighed. I feel so bad for Johnnie. Everything he's been through.. he deserves better than Jake. I glanced at Johnnie. He's so sweet, he deserves so much better than that son of a bitch. I went out for a short drive to try clear my head.
Johnnie's pov
I couldn't sleep and just closed my eyes. I heard Tara leaving and probably wouldn't be back anytime soon. I turned over and stared at the ceiling in emptiness. I want to cry, but I feel so numb. I don't know what to do. I reached for my bag and took out a little box. I walked to the bathroom and locked it before opening the box. It contained some blades and bandages. I put the box aside as I grabbed the blade tightly. My hands trembled as I dragged it on my skin, deeper and deeper. It hurts, but I don't care. I'm finally feeling something. I can feel. I sat on the floor as blood ran down my arm. Fuck, I'm such a mess. I stare at myself in the mirror as I washed my arm. Why the fuck did I do that? What's wrong with me? I looked down and wash my face as I wrap my arm with bandages.
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