What Happened Afterwards? | Josh Dun

c/fifteen. limerence

limerence
(ˈlɪmɪrəns)
noun
a state of mind resulting from romantic attraction, characterized by feelings of euphoria, the desire to have one's feelings reciprocated, etc.

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Everything about Brad seemed disgusting to me. His chocolate brown hair reminded me of dirt. His dark brown nearly-black eyes drowned me in sorrow. His transparent skin reminded me of a psychopath. He wore shirts with holes in them and worn-out jeans with some Jordan's. He looked like a homeless man and reeked of a drug addict.

He probably is.

I don't know why I did this. I want Josh. I also hate Josh. Nobody can blame me. His words hurt too much, and I'm not gonna give him the satisfaction of crawling back to him.

I thought that getting back together with Brad would hurt Josh, but it only hurt me. I should have known it wouldn't hurt him. After all, he was only in it for sex.

Or was he?

I took another drag from my joint.

His confession seemed a little untrue to me. For fuck's sake, I had to practically beg Josh to sleep with me. So why did he say that? Is he putting himself in a a higher place? Or maybe, maybe... maybe he didn't think he was enough?

I'm interrupted by Brad walking in my apartment with containers on both his hands.

"I brought dinner, baby." He smiled at me and I faintly smiled back. How did I not notice how disgusting his teeth are?

"What did you bring?" I asked him, moving closer to him.

"Uhh," He checked the bags. "Right, yeah. I brought you some tacos from Hugo's truck."

I raise an eyebrow. "Your friend Hugo who had to close his restaurant until he sanitized it because he was giving everyone salmonella?" I asked, crossing my arms.

Brad sighs. "He's cleaner now. Here." He hands me my food container.

I open it and see what's inside. Two tacos with avocado and thick, barely-sliced onions, along with some fermented tomatoes.

"Brad" I shake my head. "I don't think this stuff is safe to eat. Besides, I don't like avocados."

He groans. "I try with you Kayla, and look!" He aggressively grabs my arm.

"I'm just trying to do something nice for you and you have to be ungrateful." He raises his hand towards me. "Say thanks."

I swallow, sighing. You asked for this, Kayla. "No." I try to be brave.

"No?" He sighed. "Breathe, Brad," He says to himself and takes a deep breath.

"Can I at least get sex as a reward or is that too much to ask?" He asks.

I scoff. "Of course not, asshole!" I was too tired to highlight his limerence, it was obvious, anyway.

He shrugs. "You know what, it's fine. I didn't want to, anyway." He - again - takes a deep breath. "You fucking smell like weed. I know you've been smoking again." He looks at me.

"You don't get to do that shit while you're with me!" He slaps me right across the face.

I saw something that numbed my pain, and at it's moment I'm sure it numbed his. Heroin marks on his forearm.

The anger got to me at that moment, which made me snap back at him almost instantly. "Fucking hell, Brad! You complain about weed but you've been abusing the fuck out of heroin! Look at your arm, Bradley!"

"That's none of your business, you fucking bitch." He starts to punch my face, taking a second in-between each punch to retract his arm and shoot it towards my face with more force, eventually switching his aim to my stomach.

"Please, stop!" I cry out, blood pouring out of my mouth.

He shakes his head. "I knew it, you like being punched, don't you?" He smiles. "You're not even worthy enough for me to punch you, piece of shit!" He raised his arm again, but before he got to punch me, someone walked in the room.

"How about you back away from her? You're the only worthless piece of shit in this room." Said Mark, police behind him.

"Mark," I groaned. "Thank you." I ended the sentence before coughing more blood again.

Policemen cuffed Brad and took him downstairs to a cop car, and Mark rushed to my side.

"Kayla, are you okay?" He kindly held my hand.

I lightly smiled. "I will be now. Thank you."

He shook his head. "It's nothing. Now let's take you to a hospital." He didn't even bother to ask me if I could walk before carrying me into his arms and placing me in his car.

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Rough chapter.

About halfway done with the story, maybe more actually.

Passed my exams y'all, just one more semester to go and I'll be done-zo with school!

Hope you enjoyed.

- Vi