Let Me Be Gøne 🗝 {Jøsh Dun x Reader}

Cigarette Scars and Sex ~ Five

             Tears run down my cheeks. "You think this is ok? What if I did go home? What would have happened? You can't just abuse me and then try to tell me that you didn't want me to get hurt. I broke both of my legs and my left arm. You want to know how? I tried to commit suicide! I was too scared to go home but I had no choice! It was either risk my life at home or pull the steering wheel. Happy? Your little unwanted sister tried to kill herself because of you." My brothers mouth falls open. Scott just stares at me in disbelief. "I-I didn't mean for you to kill yourself." I get up, almost falling back down but catch myself. "Who's house where you at?" Scott asks. 

           "Josh's." "Who's Josh?" My brother asks aggressively. "He's the drummer of Twenty Øne Piløts." "What's that?" My brother asks. "You would know if you actually liked me. It's the concert I went to the night you 'committed suicide'." I reply with shade. "Oh..." They say in unison. "Can I leave now?" I ask. "What?! You just got here! Please, let's start over." My brother says. "No, your time for starting over is, well, over. I don't want to have a brother-sister relationship." My brother raises his eyebrows. 

             "I still have scars from your cigarettes." I say under my breath. I reach into the waistband of my leggings to retrieve my phone. It's not there though. How will I know if Josh texted me or not? "Where's my phone?" I ask slowly going pale. "Oh, I left it at the house." Scott says. "Great. Just great! I get kidnapped by my brothers friend that I've never met before. It turns out my brother isn't dead which is the cause of all of this. And I can't know if Josh is wondering where I am! What is this?!" They both look at each other then back at me. "If you're not going to let me leave then at least leave me alone." I huff out. "Ok." They say in unison. They both leave.

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            I hear a knock at the door. I get up to get it but they just let themselves in. Scott. He's obviously having a hard time standing on two feet. "Ya know... your veryyyy hott. Can I fuckk you??" He's drunk. He just asked to fuck me. He grabs my shoulders and throws me on the bed. He climbs on top of me. I try to push him off but he's way stronger than me. I can feel his hot breath on my neck. He tugs at my shirt. I try pushing him again. No luck. He bites my earlobe. I gasp. He sticks his going into my mouth. 

               I try to pull away, but yet again I'm unsuccessful. "Shhhhh.. try to keep q-quiet. We don't want your b-brother joininggg now do wee?" I cry quietly. He tugs at my shirt again. This time taking it off. He takes off his belt and 'ties' my hands together to the bedpost. He takes off my leggings. I try to close my legs together but he's in between them. "P-please d-don't." I cry. "Shhhh." He slurs. He touches my clit. I shiver. He does it again, this time making sure that his finger has an affect on me. I cringe. He slips my panties off. I close my eyes. 'Maybe if I don't look at him it will be like it's not even happening.' He slips two fingers in. It hurts. 

             I've never had sex before and I've never 'touched myself' he goes in and out. In and out. In and out. Hurts and relief. Hurts and relief. He unclips my bra and started playing with my nipples. He bites them and strokes them. Over and over again. This goes on forever. I think he expects me to cum. It's not going to happen. My eyes are still closed. I hear a zipper open. I shut my eyes tighter.