Sanity || j.d

16

“Why did you do that?” I asked, dabbing Josh’s eye with a cloth in the bathroom. He sat on the stool (which was supposed to be for decoration purposes but this was more important) while I cleaned him up. My cheek had swollen a tiny bit, but nothing compared to his eye. It was big, blue and was now swelling to the size of a golf ball; sticking out like a sore thumb.

“Nobody lays a finger on my girl.” He mumbled, wincing as I dabbed it over his eye.

I sighed, dropping the cloth into the sink, leaning against the cabinet and folding my arms. “Kate’s driving us home and staying at my place tonight. Okay?” I informed, watching him survey my movements.

“Why’d you have to blab out everything that was going on?” He asked, finally breaking the silence.

I shrugged. “He thought I was drunk anyway. I think they’ll have all otherwise forgotten by tomorrow morning.”

“Come here.” He opened his arms to me and I sat on his lap, nestling my head in the crook of his neck. “I will never let anyone hurt you.” He whispered, lightly kissing my forehead. “I promise.”

But what happens when you’re the one hurting me?