joji's POV again it's like a fucking turntable here.
Once I heard (Y/N)'s breathing slow down, I slowly unwrapped myself from her and got up.
Her room. Looking around, I saw some stuff that had been moved in the night, so I put it back and headed out, closing the door as quietly as I could.
I looked like complete shit. (Y/N) was too distraught to take in the beating I'd recieved. There was no way I could let Joel get away with this.
Without even thinking about it, I found myself outside his apartment door. What was I even going to do without throwing myself in jail?
This is way too short but I'm kinda having a mid life crisis :'(
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Two floors down /:\ Joji
FanfictionYou're running out of your apartment from Joel, your abusive boyfriend.
