Here for each other ~ Jonadar

Chapter 12

Josh Rock's Point of View

28th December 2023

TW: Swearwords, abuse, selfharm & blood

My jaw dropped and fist clenched as I saw it. What. The. Actual. Fuck??? I bit my lip in frustration as I watched Daryl and Ricky's lips connect. I felt my nails dig into my skin, and also my hands shaking in rage at the same time. I felt my blood boil, and I also felt nerviousity in the room. I knew exactly who that came from. Nathan spoke up, trying to stop me from taking revenge over such a dumb thing. He said: "Josh... they're just friends--" but I interrupted. "Then why did they kiss??" I yelled at Nathan, who didn't deserve to get yelled at in any way at all. I stood up in anger and was about to leave the room, when Nathan got up as well, blocking the way. "D- don't go... please... they're best friends... they just- they just do that sometimes!" he said, trying his best to stop me from doing something that I would regret later. "Just shut up and get out of the way." I said, trying to push him out of the way. He breathed out shakily, not giving up on it. "Please just talk to him about it at least!" he said, grabbing onto the collar of my shirt. At that, I lost my cool. I slapped him hard across the face, shouting: "Don't fucking touch me!". I regretted it in an instant, seeing the scared expression on his face. "N- Nathan..." I tried saying, slowly reaching my hand out to help him up. He shook his head in fear, looking really uneasy about being around me. "D- don't touch me... please... just leave..." he said with the most shaky voice I had ever heard. I felt absolutely horrible about what I had just done, but I knew it would be best if I just listened to him. So I left the room, leaving him alone.

Nathan Rafferty's Point of View

"Just shut up anf get out of the way." Josh said angrily, attempting to push me out of the way. I felt a bit scared to be honest, but I need to make him stay so nothing bad happens in this relationship again. "Please just talk to him about it at least!" I said, grabbing onto the collar of his shirt the tightest I could. I feel like I could pass out any second, I feel so sick from standing up, and I feel very uneasy by how mad Josh is right now, when he usually never is mad. Suddenly he slapped me hard across the face, shouting: "Don't fucking touch me!". My breath was quicker than it had been in a long while, and my heart was beating way too fast. I felt absolutely terrified, and I don't think you're supposed to be scared of your own boyfriend. I could cry right now, but my eyes had cried so many tears lately, that they just hurt so much that I had to hold them in. "N- Nathan..." he tried saying, slowly reaching his hand out to help me up. I shook my head in pure fear, feeling extremely scared and uneasy about the fact that he had just hit me. "D- don't touch me... please... just leave..." I said with a very shaky voice. After just a few seconds of him looking like he regretted it, he left the room. After a short while of me just sat there shaking, I got up. I opened the bathroom door and entered. I removed my shirt, knowing that no one has ever noticed a single one of the cuts I have on there, so I might as well place more on there. Without hesitation pulled up a razor blade from a drawer and slit it across my skin. I felt the pain rush through my body, and oh how horrible yet amazing it felt. I slowly looked down on my thin waist, watching the blood run down it. I gagged at the sight, feeling sick of the blood, but probably also because I am fucking sick at the moment. I knew that I had to patch this up before one of my boyfriends, if not both comes back. So I started patching it up, and cleaning up the blood that had spilled on the floor. I put my shirt back on and went back in and lied down on the bed, having almost forgot that I had been hit by my boyfriend.