Trigger Warnings: Mentions of abuse
Y/n's Pov
You tried to put makeup on the bruise on your neck without wincing from the pain but it was hard. You got the bruise from your boyfriend, Joshua. In the first 3 months of the relationship it was fine. He was the perfect gentleman, always smiling and treating you right. He was just so perfect. About 4 and a half months into the relationship, shit really started to hit the fan.
You two had got into argument one day. And it got so heated, then all of a sudden it just happened. He slapped you, you were gonna leave that time. But he swore that it was just an accident and he would never do it again, so you stayed. But after that it just seemed to get worse. He not only physically abused you, but abused you mentally and emotionally too.
When it started to get worse he made you lose all contact with your family and friends. Especially, your male friends. The only male friend you really had was your bestfriend, Jacquees. You and Quees have been friends since you were practically babies. Yall had a bond that could never be broken. You snapped out of your thoughts as you heard Josh scream your name.
"Bitch I know you heard me", he screamed at you as you flenched just from the tone of his voice.
"Yes, baby", you said calmly trying not to cry.
"WHERE THE HELL IS MY FOOD I ASKED FOR YOU TO COOK", he screams as he steps closer to you.
"You said you wanted me to wait til' you come home to cook sir", you said backing up as he kept getting closer.
He slapped you which made you fall to the ground and hold on to your cheek.
"Well I'm hungry now bitch, so go make me some food", he says as he steps over you and closes the bathroom door.
You had already made sure Josh was asleep after you fed him. You had packed an over night bag so you could get as far away as possible from him. You grabbed the keys and left out of the house quietly. You began to drive to Quees house with hopes that he still cares about you.
After what felt like hours, you finally arrived to Quees house. You knocked on the door firmly and hard. After about 10 minutes of knocking, you decided just to leave. Just as you turned around, someone opened the door.
"Y/n"? Quees called your name. You could tell from his voice that he had been sleeping.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you, I can leave if you want", you say nervously.
"Nah baby ain't no need of that, you know, mi casa, su casa", he says as he flashs you a smile and invites you in.
"So what brings you by, ham", he says as you smile because of the childhood nickname he called you. Since you and him were close as kids, people used to always call you guys ham and cheese.You honestly didn't think that he would remember that.
"I was just in the neighborhood and I-I thought I would drop by to say hi", you lied. You began to get nervous as Quees curiously examined your neck.
"What happened to your neck y/n", he asked. You must've haven't done a good job this time of covering up your makeup.
"I-I", you stuttered softly.
"Is he hitting you"? Quees asked the million dollar question. You were scared to tell him but you did want some help so you told him the truth. You sat there and told him the whole story and he listened to you.
"I swear to god I'm gonna kill that nigga when I see him", he said as he grinded his teeth back and forth.
"Can I stay here, at least for tonight", you asked.
"Girl, that's not even a question you know you can".
"Well can we build a fort, eat a whole bunch of snacks and pizza and watch Disney movies"?
"You just read my fuckin mind".
