Dreamer. [joshler]

nine. Sick

-Tyler-

I listened to Josh leave, I didn't want him to waste his money on food. He needs it more to pay for his bills.

I felt overwhelmingly tired, my whole body was weak. I just wanted to sleep but it seemed impossible. I turned so my back was to the wall and closed my eyes. I didn't bother to open them when I heard my door creak open. Josh had only left ten minutes ago...he was fast. It startled me when I felt a hand on my hip.

"Josh what're you doin'–"

"Who's Josh?" Shit.

I turned around to see Ian, he looked sort of upset.

"Oh hey Ian, I think you got me sick." I closed my eyes slowly out of tiredness.

"Who's Josh?" He sounded upset too.

"Ah it's no one." My voice faded and I waved my hand lazily.

I was startled again when he snatched my hand tightly in his grip. I opened my eyes slowly and looked at him confused.

"Who's Josh?" Gosh why did it matter?

"My fr–" he didn't let me finish.

"Are you seeing someone else?" Why did he look so mad?

"Why are you even here? You didn't tell me you were coming–" his grip suddenly tightened substantially sending pain throughout my wrist.

"Answer." He grit his teeth.

"No, and even if I was it doesn't even matter. We're not together anymore and haven't been for a while." I gave him a confused look.

"It does matter because you're mine." What?

"I'm sure you've seen lots of other people since we broke up anyway–" it felt like he was going to break my wrist.

"Hey that hurts," his palm connected with my cheek.

"Shut the fuck up." He looked furious.

God this wasn't good, I don't know what to do. I'm too tired and weak to even do anything, I feel like I'm falling asleep every second.

"I came here because I didn't get a picture." He began to reach for the blanket.

I tried reaching out towards his hands but I was too slow, I pretty much gave up and let him pull the blanket away. I closed my eyes again as he moved my shirt up to reveal my stomach. I could hear him practically scoff.

"What the fuck is this? This is pathetic, you're worthless. You think this is good enough? No one wants you with that you fucking pig. Lose more, try harder."

"You can't control me." My voice was barely a whisper, Josh inspired me to defend myself.

"Excuse me?" Now he truly sounded furious.

What have I done?

-

-Josh-

I had finally got back from the store and brought in the few bags I had full of food.  I finished unpacking them and putting them into the fridge and also made Tyler a sandwich. I wondered if he remembered what a sandwich tasted like? No that's silly why would he forget god I'm dumb. I noticed the door to Tyler room was partially open, I don't remember leaving it open. I was for sure I closed it before I left. Nimbly I walked over and pushed it open the rest of the way, it creaked a little. His bed was a mess and he wasn't in it, fact, he wasn't in the room.

"Tyler?" I called.

I got no response, where was he? I explored further into his room and discovered he had a bathroom in his room. The door to it was cracked so I gently pushed it open, finally I found Tyler. He was huddled in a corner trembling, strange. I carefully walked out towards him, crouching down to eye level. Gently I reached a hand out and touched his shoulder, he gasped.