Love Kills

John's "boyfriend's"

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"Hello? Is he ok?! Answer me please!"

I started choking  on my own tears, covering my mouth to hide my muffled sobs. I couldn't talk anymore, I hung up, dropping my phone onto the sidewalk, not even bothering to pick it up. I started running, running back to the apartment, feeling hot tears rolling down the sides of my face.

I slammed the door shut, it echoed through the hall. I felt completely alone, empty... shattered.

My legs got weak, I feel to my knees, sobbing in my hands "That lying bastard! How could he? With some whore!" My sadness suddenly filled with anger.

I struggled at first but, eventually I got up and made it into John's room. John had posters up, of course of his favorite shows, books, movies. I stepped on his bed, and reached up for the poster hanging over his bed, I didn't know what I was doing but I was angry. "This is for cheating on me." I gripped onto the side and quickly tore it down, it ripped into two and I could have sworn with poster was his 'Panic! At The Disco' one. Yeah, he would be pissed at me but its worth it, now he'll know.

Don't cheat on Alexander Hamilton.

I jumped off his bed, I still had one side of the poster in my hand. I started ripping it into smaller pieces, then dripping them over the floor. "That's for driving me into this 'muder' mess."

I walked over to his drawers and started going through the papers, somehow tears where still rolling down my face but I was expressionless. I couldn't feel sorry for myself for falling into his trap and being his little 'fuck buddy'. So he's only getting what he deserves.

I threw papers everyone onto the floor, but in the very back I found something that made my chest drop. My heart completely shattered as I held a photo of John kissing another guys cheek. I didn't recognize whoever was in the Photo with John, but I knew for sure John looked happier with him. I flipped it over and my eyes widened.

John and Francis ♡

My dearest love, hopefully soon ill be able to write John Kinloch. Maybe even Francis Laurens. Happy anniversary!

                           Lots of love and kisses,
                                Your boyfriend, John
The road so far
[2015-2017]

I took a closer look at the date, I couldn't believe it. The photo was taken on the same day I moved in with John. Which means he could be dating him still. Along with that Martha girl? Is John in a poly relationship? He could have at least told me before making me fall for his lying, shellfish, cheating, worthless, pathetic.. no. pull yourself together Alex, this is John you're talking about. You love John... right?

I wasn't paying attention to realize the tears falling on the photo, and to make it even worse. I didn't realize John, who was standing by the door.

"A-Alex...?"

John glanced around the room, he clenched his fist and took a deep breath. All I could do was glare at him, my mind was racing. He took a few steps closer and I backed away, I didn't want him near me, especially knowing the stuff he's done to people, I just wanted to get the hell out of here.

"Alex what are you- why?" I could tell John couldn't find the right words, and neither could I. I looked up at him, clenching onto the photo in my hand. John grabbed my free hand and I yanked it away before he could open his mouth.

"Alex talk to me...?"

He faintly smiled, cupping my cheek. No, I wasn't going to fall for this. I raised my hand and slapped him across the face, a loud 'thud' was followed behind, John fell back onto the floor, holding his cheek. His eyes watered as he looked up at me, helplessly. Had I hit him that hard? Felt like it, even my own hand was burning. I dropped the photo in front of John and walked past him. Once again I found myself rushing to my room and slamming and locking the door behind me. I fell on my bed and stuffed my face into a pillow, sobbing and screaming uncontrollably.

I sat up wiping my tears away and shaking my head "come one Alexander, pull yourself together, just leave him."

John loves this 'kinloch' person way more, especially if they've been together for a few years. For all I know this other guy could be more angry at John then I am with him.

I was startled by the loud knock on my door, I rolled my eyes and stood up, ignoring it and walking to my closet. Since I don't have much stuff this won't take long to pack my stuff and leave. I pulled a box out of my closet, throwing my close in, making it look like a huge mess.

The room echoed with John's knocks. I started getting annoying. I growled clenching my fist and walking to the door. I kicked it and it made John stop "go away, fuck nugget."

Fuck nugget what the fuck Alexander why would you say that? I'm that mad that I couldn't think of anything to say to him. Great... this will be interesting.

"Lexi baby, we can talk it out! Francis doesn't mean anything to me...! Not anymore, you're my number one priority!"

I shook my head and kicked the door once again "You're a liar, leave me alone."

"Please Lexi-"

"Don't Lexi me, Bitch." I kicked the door for the last time and walked back to the box, sitting down and throwing my clothes back in. "Alexander. Don't talk to me like that, come out and we can talk, please ill do anything..."

That's when it clicked for me, if John really didn't love Francis then maybe... I sighed standing back up and cracking the door open, I glared at him, looking straight in his eyes. "Anything..?" He nodded, looking back down at me. I couldn't believe I was going to say this, was John driving me crazy? I sighed and opened the door wider.

"Kill Him."