The bruise under my eye ached with pain. The tears stung my eyes and the cuts scattered around my face would suck them up like they were thirsty. I started rubbing my arm in a nervous reflex as I heard foot steps stomp down the stairs. Not him, why is it always him?! My mind screamed in panic. I snapped my head to the side and was greeted by Jonah, my "boyfriend". He gave me a smile which defiantly wasn't friendly. He looks at me like I'm the bad guy, like I got in the way of his fist.
"Are you just gonna sit there and cry? Or shut the hell up and go to bed?" He scowled, his eyes narrowed in hatred. I wanted to get up and scream, I wanted to pack up my stuff and run away. All I did was sniff and walk toward our room, like a fucking coward. I sunk into the comfortable bed, getting lost in my thoughts. My thoughts were soon interrupted by Jonah jumping into the left side of the bed. Leave, asshole. I thought, a grin creeping onto my face. he turns his body towards me, propping his head up with his elbow.
"C'mon, babe, what do you want me to do? Apologize?Okay, I'm sorry you wouldn't shut up so I had to do it for you?" He spat. I turned so he was facing my back. Anger surged through every inch of my body.
" How can you even say that? Why can't you just be loving? Or at least not give me bruises that I constantly have to make up excuses about how I got them" I murmured, to tired to raise my voice. He just chuckled, chuckled.
Jonah is made of pure evil. He never started that way, he was actually a good boyfriend. He seems to be all I have, my family is dead, my friends are too poor to house me. When he hits me I feel like hitting him back, but at least he feels something for me. I hate myself, people say I'm beautiful, but anyone who has to stay with a man like Jonah because they are poor is not beautiful at all. Beautiful isn't just looks, it's your personality to. I used to joke, make people laugh, smile. I was happy, but one life event can set off a series of different hells. Why can't I be someone else? Like Cameron, she is pretty, happy, and getting by in the money department. She always tells me to leave Jonah but she never has a answer to my financial problems. She only suggests the obvious soulition but never knows what to do after leaving Jonah. My thoughts slowly drifted away as I fell to a deep sleep
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Save Me Tonight (One Direction Fanfic)
FanfictionJen was happy. She started her first year of University and was loving it. When her parents died in a freak accident she drops out. She is now 20 years old and in an abusive relationship with a man named Jonah. He took her money and the house is un...
