Two- A Josh Dun fic

17- glass

"Josh?" I called out to the apartment.

Empty.

He must be out with Tyler. That's ok, he needs times with his friends. I looked at my guitar and picked it up. I smiled at it and traced the wood carvings of my initials.

T.E.H

Tori Elizabeth Hunter

I began strumming the chords to a song a wrote a few months ago.

Humming, I didn't notice the door open and close.

"Tori." Josh called.

"Yea?" I said.

Josh came in with an angry expression on his face. I motioned for him to sit next to me on the bed. He refused.

I was confused. Had I done anything wrong? Has he found out about my scars? Did he stop loving me?

"Why did you lie?" His voice sounded stern.

"A-about what?" I whispered, a little scared.

"Your cuts." He said with a look that could kill.

"I...Josh, I didn't wa-"

"Save it." He spat out. He grabbed my left arm and yanked up my sleeve, making me wince in pain.

"Josh stop," I started

"No." His eyes looked pained. Had I hurt him?

He looked at my arm and yanked off the bandages, making me yelp a little.

"Where is it."

"Josh you're looking at them right now, what do you me-"

"The blade. Where is the blade."

I froze and pulled my arm away from him.

"Josh don't"

"Why did you do it? Was I not enough? Did I not satisfy you? Did your ukulele or guitar stop being an output?" His words were harsh and his tone was cold. And a little loud.

"Why are you so mad?" I said getting a little defensive.

"Why? Why am I mad? Because the girl I love is hurting herself and I can't do anything about it." He was still looking through my nightstand for my blade.

Love? He cares that much?

"Josh who told you? How did you find out?"

"Ja-" he stopped himself.

"Lucky guess."

"No Josh that was not a guess. Who told you?"

When he didn't respond I got upset.

"Jaelyn. You spoke to him about me didn't you." My voice getting colder.

"Tori I wanted to protect y-"

"No. You told him where I was? That I was with you?" I yelled, worry lining my features. I began running my hands through my hair.

He saw me pacing the room and stopped searching.

"Josh you don't know what he'll do to me." I said, my voice getting quieter with more memories being replayed in my mind.

"You worthless piece of shit!" He yelled, throwing a book at me.

I ducked it trying to head to the door, without letting tears fall.

"No. You are staying. And if anyone ever finds out. You. Are. Done." He said, spitting with every word.

He picked up an empty bottle and threw it at me. It shattered behind me, a piece of glass cutting my arm. It felt, good? A strange feeling washed over me. Not calm, not upset, but relief was what I began to feel.

Every time he hurt me, I would cut myself. Every time he would throw me out, or tell my dad where I was, he would throw more pieces of glass at me, and I began to stop dodging them.

I let the glass break.