Would They Care If I Was Gone? A Jahvie fanfic ((BoyxBoy))

Chp. 9: You can't let them win I won't let you give in!

So, two chapters in two days? ;) 

It's kinda my way of apologizing for not uploading often.  

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Btw, Jeffree Star as 'The pink haired' ;)  Looking like that->

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Dahvie's POV:

"I count one, two little faggots. Wanna save your little boyfriend there? Then you better go back home with us, you little worthless piece of filthy whore!" my mom laughs evil and stares at me. My dad appears in the doorframe behind her. I look back at Jayy and turn to face him, "I love you baby" I say with a weak voice. I step closer to him and put a hand on his shoulder as I reach up to kiss his lips one last time.

"Hey fag, you gonna stand there and sin all day long? Maybe we should just take him with us. Or are you going to come now? That'll save your little punk emo fag boyfriend!" My mom says in a strict and cruel voice. I look into Jayy's beautiful eyes one last time as a tear rolls down my cheek. I turn around and walk to my parents.

I look back to see Jayy clench his fists and make ready to go for my dad. "Jayy, don't! He'll hurt you and I can't bear to see that!" I tell him. My mom grabs my arm hard and roughly "Shut your mouth, you little ugly whore" she hisses at me. I bite my lip and turn to send Jayy one last apologizing look. But as I do so, I see Jayy's legs give up underneath him, and he falls to the floor on his knees, gasping for air with black tears and smudged makeup streaming down his face. I sigh as I realize that this is the best for everybody. Jayy deserve so much better.

As we walk through the door I see Stephanie and Deirdre lay on the floor, showing no signs of life. "You... You killed them? How could you!?" I gasp and my voice becomes more angry than I intended to. My mom laugh her annoying witch-like laugh "Oh take it easy, they're just unconscious" she adds like it's nothing.

Jayy's POV:

I fall to my knees as Dahvie's parents drag him with them. The tears flows freely from my eyes and I gasp for air. I hear their voices saying something but it sounds like it's far far away and I can't make out a word they say.

I lay there crying for a long time. When I finally get control of my breathing and sobbing I start to wonder what happened to my mom and sister. No sounds come from the rest of the house so, scared of what I may or may not find, I slowly roll onto my front and get my arms and legs in under my body. Withs lot trouble I get onto my knees and push off with my arms so I, in a very messy and weird way, get up and stand on my shaking legs. I walk towards my door slowly and unsure of which sight is gonna meet me when I reach the living room.

I look into the living room and my legs start to give in, lean against the doorframe to avoid falling to the floor again. When I've once again gained enough energy and balance I run a bit across the room over to my mom and sister lying next to the couch without showing as much as one sign of life.

As I come closer I gasp. My moms arms are covered in bruises and her chin is bleeding slightly. Stephanie looks even worse, she sure did fight. And she got a black eye, her lip is bleeding pretty bad, her arms are red from getting scratched by some pretty damn killer nails there's also some red spreading on her tank top just above her right hip. They breathe weakly but it's all the inspiration I need to help them right now.

I run to the kitchen, grab a paper roll, a clean washcloth and a bottle of water. When I run back into the living room I start panicking. I have to help my mom and sister, but I can never forget myself if they get to hurt my Dahv!