"Who hit you?"
I asked
Letting her words sink in.
She sniffled again
And a few more
Wet tears
Raced down her cheeks.
"Br-Brandon.
Then he broke up with me."
Brandon.
I should've known
That the boy
Who smokes
And does drugs
And gets into fights
And boxes
Was dangerous.
Now my best friend
Whom I secretly loved
Was broken
And the only thing I could do
Was sit here
And keep her company
When I should've been
Protecting her.
"What else did he do?"
I said cautiously
Afraid to hear
What she was about to say.
"H-he called me a slut
And a whore
And accused me
Of sleeping with other guys.
You in particular."
I scooted over next to her
So that our bodies were inches apart
And her wet tears were visible
Just inches from my own cheek.
"Listen to me.
You're not a slut.
You're not a whore.
Whatever he says isn't true
And you shouldn't believe his lies.
I'm here for you
And that's all that matters.
I'll stay up all night
Even if it's just to remind you
That you're beautiful
And you're worth it."
Jessa smiled through the pain
And hugged me tightly.
"Try me."
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this is so cute omfg
i totally forgot to ask WHOS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP SO FAR
is it ashabella, calottie or jessuke???
i can't even pick mine ugh frick
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the arctic monkeys series [5sos]
Fanfiction"i'm not afraid of death; i just don't want to be there when it happens." (cover by elle)