You're the reason why (Jotaro x reader)

40) Y/n Kujo

NOT A ONESHOT I just don't know if I'll ever finish this story to post this at the end.

I wrote this a couple years ago and have always intended on ending this series after the battle against Dio with a small chapter on how I think Jotaro and the reader's relationship would go. That means jolyne! But canonically you find out your daughter is sent to prison and Jotaro needs to face you before visiting her

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Green hair, parted by blonde streaks was all you could think about, "Jolyne..."

Your daughter was in prison,

no parole,

no chance at getting out.

Motherly instincts had been right about that Romeo guy, "Yare yare...what a wimp." Your eyes peeked at a photo of Jolynes kindergarten graduation. What a struggle your life has been. Fighting all you had to keep your husband, and then having to go through losing your daughter.

The mansion was cold, too empty. Thoughts of Jotaro plagued the mind. Thinking of him and trying to picture where in your lives it went wrong. Kissing, being intimate only to be back at square one. Always avoids eye contact, not daring to look this way when coming over to pick up Jolyne. You would try to have conversations with him but the man always seemed to have some sort of edgy complex.

You knew your daughter well enough to know she would have reported hitting a man on the road. Jolyne was very troubled, but would never engage in a hit and run. It was dinner time, so dragging your feet into the huge kitchen you began preparing food for one. Not being able to sleep with all the chaos, you figured you might as well force yourself to do something different than crying.

Gathering ingredients didn't clear the fear and anxiety, Jojo must've been set up. How vulnerable and naive she can be, constantly yearning for her dad. Whatever happened you were going to get to the truth, fully heartedly it is the truth that Jolyne Kujo is innocent.

Something just doesn't seem right.

"Poor jojo..." stopping your current task of setting up the chopping board,  you caved picking up the picture frame that sat besides the sink. She couldn't have been older than 7 in the photo with her bright teal eyes and radiant smile. That was the day you found out your lives were going to change. Losing yourself in the memory, your eyes began to tear, an abrupt knock shattered your nostalgic state. Fumbling the frame in your hand, you caught it before it could reach the floor.

A loud knock echoed throughout your quiet estate.  This was the house you used to share with your ex-husband. Two large gorgeously carved wooden doors welcomed all your visitors in. You remember the decorating process as if it was yesterday due to the lavish lifestyle you once lived. Without an argument, the house had been left for you and jolyne. You refer to it as a house mainly because it stopped being a home the moment that man tore your family apart.

"Who the fuck is at the door..." you mumbled placing the picture back.

Walking through the arches of the house, you approached the front foyer. Symmetrically matching on each side, there were vertical windows that stood besides the double door. This allowed you to take a peek at whoever would be on the other side. You groaned as your eyes made contact with an expensive Porsche Carrera.

Taking a deep breath in, opening the door, you prepared to face what was standing on the other side. Standing tall was your ex husband in all his glory.

"Y/n we need to talk."

**SLAM**

You wiped your hands and turned around.

It had been years since you've heard from that asshole... 'shit.'

If Jotaro was here it was important, "fuck." You hated how he had control over things, including you.