(This chapter features a lot of domestic abuse so don't get angry at me for it, just don't read if you don't feel comfortable with it)
//I'm thinking of turning this into a seperate book, what do you think?//
This wasn't the first time J had laid a hand on you out of anger, but this was the first time you hit back. "You're a fucking cunt!" You yelled, pushing him into the table with all of your strength, his back hitting it, making him even angrier. In a flaming rage, he pushed you into the wall, pinning you to it by your neck. "And you, never leave me alone!" The Clown yelled, you grabbed his wrist, trying to push him away. "You made me! What the fuck am I supposed to do J?!" You choked out, punching his arm over and over.
"I just helped you turn into what you really were!" He snarled, releasing you and slapping you across the face before walking away. "Dick." You scoffed, taking your high heel off of your foot and pegging it at the back of his head. When he felt the impact her stopped, slowly turning to you, his top lip twitching as he snarled, like he was a rabid dog. You smirked, poking your tongue out at him, making him grow even angrier.
Instead of walking to you, he beckoned you with his finger, slowly curling it towards him. "Come here." He whispered, you obliged, under some sort of trance. Who would be crazy enough to go towards him when he was so angry?
You. That's who.
