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@livxoxo: fuck you.

@jessdavis: you okay?

@jeffatkins: who do I have to fuck up?

@livxoxo: Meet me at the park in 5 Jeffy @jefatkins

@jfoley: I'm sorry🙁

I throw on my jacket and some shoes. I drive to the park and see Jeff sitting in our tree. When we were little kids we'd always come to that tree and climb it. Well he'd climb it and I would have him help me up. We'd tell each other everything. We keep going there ever since we were five.

I walk to the tree and climb up it.
"Hey." I slightly smile.
"Hey gorgeous what's up?" He gives me a hug.
"Nothing.."
"So what's wrong?"
"So today I picked up Justin from walking to school and I could tell something was wrong but I didn't know what, so I asked him and he lied. So I confronted him about lying and he flipped out on me. Then Bryce goes up to him asking what happened in a harsh way and he flipped out on Bryce and they got into it. Justin and Bryce made me cry. I didn't think they were like that. Some of the things Justin said to Bryce freaked me out." I say tears escaping my eyes again.
Jeff sees I'm crying and hugs me tightly.
  "I'll fuck him up if you want me too." He says kissing my head.
  "No you have baseball."
  "It ain't baseball season. I've got awhile." He laughs.
  "You wanna go somewhere in baseball right?" I say leaning back into his chest.
  "Well yeah, of course."
  "Then you can't get into a fight. You don't want a suspension on your record." I say.
   "Yeah yeah. Well I'm going to be by your side until I die. I'm not gonna let some fucking assholes make my bestfriend cry. That's my job and the only crying you should be doing is from laughing too hard." He says smiling.
   "You see this is why I love you. Why can't more boys be like you?"
  "Cause then I wouldn't be special now would I?" He jokes.
  "Nope. No you wouldn't."

  ~time skip~

I finally get back home and see my bedroom light on. I know for a fact I didn't have that on when I left. Once I get into my house I grab a knife and head up to my room.
 
Once I open the door I'm ready to attack.. until I see Justin with a big teddy bear and movies.
  "Oh my god Justin! What the hell are you doing here?" I say panicked setting down the knife.
  "Im not gonna say anything that would ruin this whole thing so I'm just going to say this. I'm sorry for how I reacted this morning. With you and Bryce. What I said to you should have never been said. I got this presents for you because Liv I'm truly sorry." He says walking up to me.
  "Justin you can't just break into my house and apologize and think everything is going to be okay. What you said to me this morning really broke my heart."
  "I know, I know. But can you give me another chance to tell you what's wrong? Please?" He asks.
  "Sure." I say taking off my shoes and jacket. I sit on my bed and pat the spot next to me for him.
  "Okay.. so. My mom, she's not the happily single mother anymore. She's gotten into drugs and she drinks nonstop. Her boyfriend? Abusive. He hates me and anything I do, he doesn't like so he either takes it out on me or my mom. Mostly it's me but when I'm not at home, who knows what's going on. I'm ashamed of what my home life is like. There's constantly fighting going on and it's just not something to be proud of or what I wanna talk about. 2 years can really make a difference." He says. I pull him into a hug.
  "I'm sorry Justin. I never thought this would happen to you guys. You know I love you. You're one of my bestest friends and I don't want anything bad to happen to you. Seriously if you ever need a place to stay just come here okay? I don't care what Jess says, you need somewhere to stay and with people you trust."
  "Thanks Liv. Now. Shall we watch the movies or what?" He smiles.
   "Let's do it."

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