John was laying in bed with his back facing me, he didn't notice as I slipped in and slowly closed the window. I shoved the bag under my pillow and hopped onto his, cuddling next to his body. He flinched as I pressed my body against him, he was obviously still sore from grandma.
He let out a shaky breath, rubbing his hands up on down on his face before finally turning to look at me. His mismatched eyes were glassy and bloodshot, the bags under them had only grown bigger and his lips tried to hide the frown that I knew was to come.
I rubbed his face under my small hands, his smile trying it's best to be real but I knew he hurt on the inside and out. He pulled me close into his chest and began sobbing, he was quiet but was hyperventilating as he clung to me. I tried my best to rub his back but my short arms couldn't reach around, he continued to cry as I felt sleep override my body.
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A New Leader
FanfictionShe walked closer to me, her bright red sneakers catching my eye almost instantly. She inspected me, looking up at me as I had about a foot and a half height against hers. She couldn't be serious, she looks like shes fifteen and belongs at some loud...
