the Missing Piece (Jemily x Reader)

-13- the ugly truth

JJ's POV

"Are you feeling better, honey?"
I ask and look at Y/N worriedly as she comes back from the bathroom.

She has changed and is now wearing loose boxer shorts and an oversized shirt.
She has taken off her make-up and tied her hair up in a careless bun.
The strain of the last few days is now clearly visible on her face and her eyes are red and slightly swollen from crying.

She just nods, squints her eyes and runs her hand over her face as if she could wipe the tiredness from her eyes.

"Come with me, let's make ourselves comfortable." I say gently and reach for the bowl of chips that I have prepared on the kitchen counter.
I wrap my arm around Y/N's waist and lead her into the living room, noticing that she is limping slightly.
I don't say anything, but try to support her a little without saying a word, which she gratefully accepts.

Emily puts the last cushions on the pulled-out couch and then turns to us and spreads her arms invitingly, a smile on her lips.

All three of us fall onto the bed, Y/N sits in the middle, her legs stretched out, while Emily and I make ourselves comfortable next to her.

"Everything okay? Are you sitting comfortably?" I ask and look at the two of them, one hand resting on Y/N's shoulder.
"Perfect." Emily replies and Y/N just nods wearily and lets her head sink against one of the large cushions while she closes her eyes for a moment.

After we both read the note, she cried for a long time in our arms and spoke very little.
Mostly she apologized, over and over again.
Then she fell silent and it was clear that she didn't want to talk any more for the time being.
That she no longer had the strength to talk about it.
Or didn't dare.

At some point I suggested that we have a cozy movie night to take our minds off things and Y/N agreed.
She wanted to quickly change, disappeared into the bathroom with a faint smile and was gone for a surprisingly long time.

Since then she hasn't said anything and we aren't pressuring her.

Of course both Emily and I have endless questions, but now is not the right time for that.
Neither of us knows the extent of her confession and whether Y/N is in danger right now.
My stomach drops every time I think of the shaky words on the paper.
"Katy is selling my body on the internet."

I press my lips together and try to think of something else,
gently stroking Y/N's upper arm and trying to ignore the bruise on her wrist, which is definitely new.
She turns her head towards me for a moment, eyes almost closed, but a smile rolls up the corners of her mouth.
My fingertips briefly brush the edge of her collar, tickling the skin on her neck as I look at her lovingly.

She's probably going to fall asleep soon.
She looks so tired.

I reach to the side and put the chip bowl between the three of us and start to choose a film when Y/N clears her throat quietly.

She seems more awake again, leaning her back tiredly against the large pillows, but her eyes wander nervously around the room.
"If I explain it to you, will you promise that you won't be disgusted by me?"
she asks suddenly and looks at her feet, which are wiggling nervously.

"Nothing you could tell us will disgust us or push us away." Emily says immediately and turns her back to the TV to look directly at
Y/N.
I mirror her and so we sit opposite Y/N while she pulls her legs up and sits cross-legged.
Her hands are clasped together in her lap and pressed together so tightly that her knuckles turn white.