My Patient...Or Maybe More Than That (Joey Jordison x Reader)

28. Aftermath

Joey's POV

The day went by, Y/N and I spending most of the time in our room. She seemed happy which made me feel a sense of relief. The sun soon went down, her falling asleep really early. I knew she was probably exhausted from the tiring morning. I was lying on her stomach, listening to the radio at a low volume when Jim came into the room. He signaled to me to come with him. I slowly got up, trying not to wake Y/N. I went out to the living room where Jim was walking outside. I followed him outside, where he instantly started asking me questions.

"Joey you've had me on pins and needles all day, what the fuck happened?" He asked, concerned.

Flashback

I got into the car and just started driving. I didn't know where I was going but I couldn't care. My phone rang over and over, calls from Jim, Sid, Mick, and Chris. I just couldn't get it out of my head. The way she pushed me, the way she spoke, the way she dug her nails into my skin. I looked over to see Y/N was calling me. I instantly picked up the phone, pulling over on the highway not knowing what the conversation could turn out to be.

"Y/N?" I asked.

"It's Jim don't you dare hang up the phone. Y/N is curled up, crying and hyperventilating in your guys' room. What happened?" Jim explained.

My instincts took over immediately driving the car back to the RV. "I'm coming back right now just don't touch her" I pleaded.

"Sid went in there and put his hand on her shoulder and she went crazy. Flailing her body around trying to get his hand off. What happened? Do I need to take her to the hospital?" Jim admitted.

"Fuck. No she doesn't need to go to the hospital, just don't touch her anymore" I shouted.

"Why does she not want to be touched? You gotta start talking to me Joey, I'm freaking out over here" Jim groaned.

"Look just something happened and she became a different person. It scared the shit out of me so I left but I'm coming back right now. I gotta get off the phone since I'm driving. Just don't touch her" I explained as I hung up the phone.

Present

I answered Jim's question, "I started to question her about why she kept saying she was a whore. I told her the word whore doesn't even cross my mind when I look at her. She then said she didn't deserve me and I asked if that's what her ex-fiancé said to her. She looked down to the floor so I bent down and asked her to look at me. I questioned if he also called her a whore wondering if that's why she was so shaken up by it. She admitted to him calling her a dirty fucking whore and pushed me to the ground. I got back up and tried to put my hand on hers when she swatted me away. She said Don't fucking touch me. I tried to assure her it was me and not her ex. I once again tried to comfort her by placing my hand on hers. She dug her nails into my hand and said I told you not to fucking touch me. I don't know Jim, I was just so shocked I grabbed the keys and left. That's when you called me from her phone and made my way back here. When I came back, she heard my voice and turned her body over to face me. She put out her arms seemingly wanting me. I was hesitant to touch her after how she reacted last time but I climbed in the bed and gripped her. I got her to calm down after some time."

"Why did she flip out on you?" Jim inquired.

"She revealed some things her ex did to her. I don't want to go into the details but me bending down and telling her to look at me and then asking if he called her a whore triggered something inside of her. It made her think I was her ex. She said I knew it was you just my brain couldn't register it" I explained.

"Was she doing better throughout the day? I only saw her a couple of times." Jim implored.

"She seemed happy the rest of the day. I don't know if she was just putting on the smile for me or she was actually doing better. She didn't cry anymore or anything" I responded.

Jim looked down at my hand to see the scars she had made. "Jesus Christ" Jim gasped.

"That's why I told you guys not to fucking touch her" I replied.

"Does it hurt?" Jim wondered.

"You know it does but I don't know how to explain it. It's good pain to know she thought she was doing this to her ex. Motherfucker deserves way more than this" I described, "And just so we're clear let's not use or joke about the word whore. It really messes with her. She even told me she didn't sleep with anyone after she left her ex except me because she felt like if she did she would be a whore. She has a tattoo on her foot with the date she left him. The date was 8.14.97."

"No sex for 2 years? Poor girl" Jim sighed.

"I know. All this stuff is still jarring to hear from her. I thought he got violent at the very end of their relationship but I think she dealt with his beatings for a while. She has a faint scar on the side of her rib cage. I wonder if it's from him" I added.

"You better be damn good to that girl Joey. She's really attached to you, like massively attached to you. I don't know what she would do if she lost you" Jim mentioned.

"I know Jim, I'm doing the best I can" I responded.

"Maybe we can make a song about the violence she endured. Doesn't have to be pristine quality, just something that shows you care" Jim suggested.

"Who would sing it though? I'm not letting Corey sing" I asked, "Where is Corey anyway?"

Jim started to answer, "You know you could always sing it. Corey left and got a hotel after Clown ripped him a new asshole."

"What happened between Clown and Corey?" I questioned.

"Clown threatened to kick him out of the band if he didn't get clean. Clown went on about how he was gonna get drug test strips and make him piss in a cup every morning so he could test it. He talked about setting a curfew for Corey like he was a child. I don't know if it was the best way to go about things but Corey deserved every bit of it" Jim explained.

"Corey has pissed me off to the point of rage. Especially after learning these new things. Calling her whoreish because he thought she was sleeping around before getting with me when she actually was with no one due to not wanting to be a whore. Saying it was debatable if she was a whore, then finding out her ex would call her a fucking whore constantly. If he wants to say shit about me he can do as he pleases but I know his words cut deep on Y/N" I cursed, feeling the rage.

"He needs help, he's not gonna live much longer if he keeps on with this" Jim sighed.

"I feel bad for him. I really do but if he thinks his past comments are swept under the rug he's horribly mistaken" I admitted as I heard the door open. Y/N was standing at the door, rubbing her eyes.

"I couldn't feel your warmth anymore" Y/N stated groggily.

"Let's go back to bed Y/N" I suggested as I stepped inside. She stumbled back to the room, plopping herself down into the bed. I climbed into bed as she quickly put her whole body weight onto my body. It felt comforting, like a weighted blanket. She nuzzled her way into the arch of my neck.

"You're so warm baby" She groaned.

"Don't know how I could be warm. I was just standing outside" I chuckled a little.

"Trust me you're warm and it feels so nice" She blurted as she kissed my neck.

"Goodnight Y/N" I smiled.

"Goodnight" She mumbled before nodding off into sleep.