~Jayy's Pov~
The room returned to its former silence. I listened to my heart monitor to keep me distracted but it didn't work out to well. I heard Dahvie start humming. When I realized what song it was, I hummed along my part to it. We both smiled genuinely at each other and continued humming to the song.
That is until we were cut off by the door flying open. We both waited for someone to walk in. I hear hushed mutterings between two people but I couldn't tell what they were saying. After a couple minutes of the it, the muttering stopped, followed by someone walking away. Then, the other person stepped into the room and a deep growl formed in the back of my throat.
Andy....
I heard a growl from beside me. I didn't have to look to know it had come from Dahvie. I didn't blame him at all. Andy did cheat on me after all while I was beaten and.... I shuddered at the very thought of it. And the thing that bothered me the most, Andy didn't even remotely look concerned or even worried about me. Shows how much he truly cares.
"Who truly cares?" Dahvie asked.
I looked at him in confusion.
"You said 'shows how much he cares.'" He explained.
Hmmm, must've said it out loud. Oh well. Andy stood there awkwardly, debating whether or not to say anything. I heard Dahvie sigh beside me before he stood up and walked over to the door. He shot a glare at Andy as he passed him. Then, he flashed me a reassuring look before he walked out of the room. I sighed. Great...now I'm alone with him.
"Jayy..." He started.
I shot him a glare.
"Don't even." I snapped.
"Jayy..I-" I cut him off.
"I don't want to hear your bullshit. I heard enough the other night, thank you."
"What are you talking about?" He asked quickly before I could interrupt.
"Don't pretend like you don't know what happened." I snapped.
"I'm serious. I have no idea what you're talking about." He said, confusion ebbing its way in his voice.
I raised an eyebrow at him.
"So you and Juliet weren't having sex the other night?" I demanded.
His expression changed then to a look of guilt.
"H-how did you find out?" He asked.
"You called me that night and I hear you two going at it." I said.
He didn't say anything. I looked down. What was the point in him coming here if he's not going to answer me. I mean, all he's really doing is standing there, taking up space. The silence was deafening. I couldn't stand it. Andy moved to sit beside me. I refused to look at him but I had to know.
"Why?" I asked.
"Why what?" He asked, confused.
"Why'd you do...it?"
"She forced me to." He answered.
I looked at him then.
"Andy.."
"Before you say you don't believe me, ask your sister. She say what happened. Yeah, she's not happy with me by any means but she can tell you about it. Juliet seduced me. She chained me up and seduced me." He explained.
I searched his face for any clue that he'd be lying. When I didn't find any, I sighed. I honestly don't know what to even do anymore.. I don't know whether to believe it and forgiving him or not. I looked down at my bruised hands and sighed again. My hands looked weird all bruised up with my tattoos.
"What happened to you, Jayy?" Andy asked.
"What does it look like?"
"It looks like your been to hell and back." He stated.
"Thanks..." I grumbled.
Way to bring my confidence down...
"I didn't mean it like that." He sighed.
"Well, you obviously meant it if you said it." I said.
"Stop being so fucking difficult." He demanded.
I didn't say anything. I just laid there and stared at him. That's the first time he's ever been so annoyed with me. I stayed silent for a minute before I shook my head, turning away from him.
"I'm sorry." He apologized.
I didn't say anything. He sighed.
"Please say something." He pleaded.
"Why? I thought I was too difficult for you." I snapped.
"Stop being an ass."
"Says the one who's is acting like he doesn't fucking care that his husband is in the fucking hospital all bruised and battered." I retorted.
"I do care." He stated.
"Bullshit!" I yelled. "If you cared, you would've been here when I woke up. If you cared, you wouldn't be treating me like a worthless piece of shit." I growled.
"How am I treating you like a worthless piece of shit?" He demanded.
"Well, basically saying that I look like hell is a start." I snapped.
"Which I apologized for." He said.
"That wasn't a fucking apology. It was just two simple words you threw out of you mouth to toy with me. It wasn't even sincere."
"Well, I'm sorry if I don't know what to fucking say to you anymore!" He yelled.
"Well, it's nice to know my own husband has nothing to say to me." I mumbled.
"Jayy..." He started.
"Just leave. You've done enough damage." I said, looking away.
With that, he stood up and left. It just proves that he didn't truly care. If he did, he wouldn't have treated me like that. I know that I didn't necessarily treat him any better but I war beaten and raped by some fool while he was off fucking his ex. Then, he comes in here and acts as if that shit didn't even happen. Oh well, fuck him. I'm probably better off without him anyway.
