What Happened Afterwards? | Josh Dun

c/twelve. epiphany

e•pi•pha•ny
/ɪˈpɪf.ən.i/
noun ​
a moment when you suddenly feel that you understand, or suddenly become conscious of, something that is very important to you.

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"What in the world are you doing here?" I whisper-yelled at him. I didn't want Josh to know about Brad.

"I want you back." He stated.

My eyes widened, and I started to laugh. "Oh, so you've come back because you had an epiphany and you expect me to accept you?"

Brad sighs. "Baby, please-"

"I'm not your baby." I interrupt.

I assume this statement alarmed Josh because he got up and stood beside me, greeting Brad. YAY.

"Josh." He introduces himself, offering his hand for Brad to shake.

But he doesn't. He just stares at Josh. "Who's this, Kayla?"

I open my mouth to answer, but Josh interrupts me. "Why do you care?" Josh asks.

I don't really mind him interrupting me. What was I gonna tell Brad? He's not my boyfriend, and we've only just slept together.

"Because she's my girlfriend." He tells Josh, a slight grunt in his tone.

"Fucking excuse me?" I huff. "I'm your ex-girlfriend, very regretfully. Don't think I'm yours, not for a split second."

If looks could kill, Brad would be dead by now. I'm not sure which stare is worse, mine or Josh's.

"Don't lie to yourself K. You know you miss me." He stares at me.

"Hell, "miss you" my arse." I chuckle. "Tell me, Bradley, what should I miss? Your little dick, the way you fucked for your own pleasure, your slaps and direct fists, or the public embarassment?" I spat out. I figured I should include all of those details, both for Josh to know and for Brad to feel bad.

"You asked for it." He shrugged. Josh was still shooting daggers at him, even more now that he knows what he did to me. I could tell he was trying his hardest around Brad.

I laughed, of pain mainly. "You're fucking sick."

"What else do you want me to do?" He sighed.

"Forget about me. Forget where I live, forget what happened between us." I say to him, although it was more like a plea.

"No." He shook his head. "I can't do that. I can only change for you." He kept shaking his head.

"I said no. Just forget about me, please." I try to be comprehensive.

"You're mine. I can't do that." He shrugs, and I swear I heard Josh chuckle.

Just when I was about to say something, I was put into shock with Brad kissing me. I didn't have a chance to pull back, because Josh pulled him back and before I knew it, his fists were at it in Brad's face.

I panicked. I couldn't see anybody fighting, it scarred me.

"Josh, stop! Please!" I tried to get him to stop, and I believe he was about to, but Brad got his face pretty good and was continuously kicking him.

"STOP IT, PLEASE!" I beg, Josh and Brad hitting eachother, everything too aggressive for me to handle.

All I could do was stand there and call for help. Sure, I'm not weak and I can handle people, but two men fighting? I just don't know what to do.

When a buff, tall and thirty-three year-old neighbour came down to help and split them up, my heart shattered into pieces.

Josh's face was bloody, his body was all red, I assume from taking so much from Brad.

I'm surprised Josh could take him. Brad's hobbies included hitting people and boxing, Josh is just a kind-hearted drummer.

My neighbour escorted Brad outside and Josh fell down onto his knees, too weak to even stand.

I quickly rushed to his side. "Oh God, Josh, look at you..." I gasp, my eyes filled with tears already.

"I'm fine." He pushes out, and I really mean it when I say he pushes it out, as talking hurt him and he was making an effort trying to look better.

He tries to stand up, but falls again.

"No, Josh. You're not fine." I look at him and wrap an arm around him, forcing him to do the same to me and lean his weight on me. "Come on then, let's go." I start to walk towards my bathroom, closing the door behind me with my foot.

I make Josh sit down on the edge of my bathtub while I looked for a first aid kit. He didn't say anything, he just stared at me with guilt written all over his face.

I washed his face with water, not missing the way he sounded when he tried to hide his hisses of pain.

"I can't believe you hit him." I shook my head, cleaning a wound. "Look at you now, you're all hurt and you can barely walk! Did you know all Brad does is hit people and go boxing? He could have killed you!" I practically yelled at him, shaking my head yet again.

Josh actually chuckles at this, which makes me angry. Really fucking angry.

"I like it when you scold me." Josh weakly says.

I forget why I was mad at Josh.

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I hope this makes up for last chapter!!!

Gotta address a couple things:

• I decided to make Kayla British because why not lol, I actually went back to IHUBU and changed some stuff up

• I now know the ending of the story thanks to the love of my life petey

• THIS IS ONLY A LOW PERCENTAGE OF ALL THE DRAMA COMING

okay I'm done, peace fuckers

- Vi