(Triggers for abusive behavior & sexual scenes)
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The sound of glass shattering echoed throughout the empty kitchen.Jennie was in the corner with her ears covered and eyes spilling over with tears as James threw glass after glass at the cabinets and floors in a rage.
All the people and all the cameras had left and Jennie and James took part in their nightly routine of fighting till they were both to exhausted to look at each other.
Tonight was different. Tonight James had reached his breaking point.
"You see all this fancy shit Jennie?! All this fancy silver ware and expensive champagne glasses you insist on having? You sucked a lot of dick to get all of this. Tell me, is it fucking worth it to just go off and eat pussy at the end of the day?"
The destruction moved from the champagne glasses to the expensive wine bottles out on display. Jennie's white kitchen was stained red.
"I throw you this big celebration with all the people you've always wanted to meet, to celebrate you. So you can be the center of attention like you've always wanted to be. I did all of this for you and who shows up? That slut that I've been trying to talk you out of for years. The one that doesn't even care to reach out to you. The one that doesn't even bother to listen to your music. She's the one that comes in uninvited and makes you want to end the party. What do you think that makes me believe Jennie?"
James hands dripped with blood and his heart filled with so much rage Jennie didn't know if she could calm him down.
"What do you care? You say you love me and then you go off and fuck other girls?! You're a fucking hypocrite."
Jennie jumps back as another glass is thrown at her and hits the wall right beside her head.
James rushes over to Jennie and soon enough his bloody hands are on her throat as he pushes her body into the wall hard enough to bruise. The grip on her throat makes it hard to breathe. Tears of mascara fall down her neck and to her chest. It all made her sober up real fast the way his intoxicated breath covered her.
"I'm a hypocrite huh? I'm the fucking hypocrite? You're fucking selfish that's what you are!" James yells in her face emphasizing the end of his sentence by slamming her body back into the wall.
"I'm not the girl who grinds up against guys all night just to fuck some girl instead. I'm not the girl that says she's trying to detox and yet lies about doing cocaine. I'm not the fucking slut that is worried about some other guys loyalty while she fucks all of Hollywood am I?!"
James breathe is hot on Jennie's cold, teary face as he yells out all his rage.
The rough grip on Jennie's neck abruptly releases as James starts pacing the kitchen, the glass crunching from under him.
Jennie pushes through the pain of her sore neck to say the things she used to never dare to say.
"I don't owe you anything. This whole time I've been so good to you. I give you money and a more than nice enough roof over your head. I give you all my fancy fucking food and take you to my fancy parties where you can fuck all the women you want. You're a fucking leech and I owe you nothing. You're fucking lucky I still put up with you!"
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My Rockstar Girlfriend (Jenniex Female reader)
Roman d'amour(Heavy drug use, alcoholism, swearing and self harm mentions. Triggers for toxic masculine relationships, underage sexual relationships mentioned and depression allusions. This story gets dark at times) She was a rock star of some sort. You weren't...