My Boy's An Ugly Crier But He's Such A Pretty Liar

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tw: murder, talk about suicide, talk about blood, fight scene, AND A SAD FUCKING CHAPTER, PREPARE YOURSELF.

y/n's pov:

i held the tissue to jd's nose, he was still bleeding but not as bad, he looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes. "you have pretty eyes darling" he said to me and i smiled at that "thanks, you as well" i told me and we shared a kiss. "your nose feeling better?" he shrugged "don't know, maybe i need another kiss" i rolled my eyes playfully "oh shush" i teased back, his expression turned serious again "did you mean those things you said to veronica?" i frowned "of course, she's never cared for me. just only for herself, so why should i care about her?" jd nodded slightly "i understand, i feel like that about my dad, or if you can even call him that" he spoke bitterly about his dad as i spoked his blood up with the napkin

 "and that's why we are perfect for each other" i told him and he smiled "my perfect y/n dean" i chuckled "we're not even married yet" i told him and threw the napkin away in the trash, he pulled me closer. setting me down on his lap, i, in a force of habit, put my arms around his neck, my elbows resting on his shoulders "but we will be so very soon, you're be mine forever" i kissed his forehead and his face flushed, it was so cute. "and you're be mine" and he nodded "forever yours." i rested my forehead against his and we stayed liked that. it was truly perfect. 


veronica's pov:

i didn't wanna move but its like my feet had a mind of its own, i walked to the house again, it had been about a hour since i last saw them, i would be sterner and more convincing, and if nothing happened then i would go back home. i stood at the door for a moment, i couldn't move for as second, but then i reluctantly moved my feet, step by step i moved up. till i finally reached the door, i held my hand in place not being able to bring myself to do it till i just knocked without a second thought.


y/n's pov:

there was a knock on the door and we both sighed "i swear if its veronica i will bash her goddamn face in" i said, getting up from jason's lap. i walked to the door and when i opened it, sure enough there was veronica, "veronica?" she looked up from her shoes and looked stern and determined, she suddenly barged through and stomped over to jd "alright! what are you doing to y/n!? what kind of sick twisted shit are you doing to her!?" jd looked puzzled as veronica huffed "ronnie, calm down" jd said and veronica did everything but calm down "no i will not calm down! you're doing sick things to her to make her love you!" he sighed "ronica, its not like that" he tried to explain before veronica blew up again "no, fuck you, no fuck you! you made her blind and messed up her mind but i can set her free from your sicko ways of "love"" 


jd's pov:

i was starting to get pissed, extremely as veronica yelled at me "you deserve to suffer, after what've you done, you're a fucking psycho. you should burn in hell for what've you done, you've tricked y/n and held her captive by manipulating her into stockholm syndrome! who knows what else you done, im going to take her somewhere safe and away from you and you will be put behind bars for the rest of your life and not even being able to see y/n through a glass booth with a phone!" she turned on her heal to y/n "y/n lets go" she said "no" i heard y/n say, veronica didn't take no for a answer and grabbed y/n's wrist, veronica struggled to pull veronica and y/n struggled to get out of her grip. i lost it, i saw bright fucking red. suddenly i lost control, i reached in my trenchcoat pocket" hey! veronica!" veronica turned around in a flash and where she did she saw a gun pointed at her face, i saw the fear in her eyes but i couldn't comprehend what i was doing, i didn't even see the fear on y/n's face, just focused on veronica and my anger.

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