Fading Away (Kohnnie FanFic)

Chapter 11: Broken Home

Kyle POV

I turn on the cold water and Johnnie flails around and starts to scream.
"Jesus Christ! Turn it off!" He yells, practically jumping out of the tub.
I only half do as he requested. I turn the tap to warm water instead and I fill the tub. I then proceed to walk over to where he had fallen, trying to escape the cold. I pick him up and proceed to lift his shirt over his head.
"Kyyylle..I don't want to have bath sex right now." He whines.
I scoff. "Trust me Johnnie, that's the last thing on my mind right now. I just want to get you cleaned up."
"What do you mean? I'm clean! I'm not your fucking disaster case! You don't need to take care of me!"
"Actually you reek of alcohol and you haven't showered in a week. Also I don't need too but I choose to because I love you. Even though it doesn't really seem like you love me anymore.." I trail off as I undo his belt.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!"
"Nothing never mind." I avoid his question as I pull his pants down and he refuses to pull his legs out of them.
I push him to the ground and start to force his legs out the stupid pants.
"Getting frisky eh?" Johnnie says with a smirk.
I shiver. My skin crawls. He's never looked at me that way before. And I can't even think of doing anything with him right now because all I can imagine is him touching someone else. It sickens me to my core.
"No." I say sternly.
"Cmon babyyyy..."
"I thought you said you didn't want too" I say as I turn off the tap before the bath over flows.
"That was before you pushed me to the ground while I was half naked." He comes up behind me and puts his mouth to my ear. "It's incredibly hot y'know"
He puts his hands on my hips and starts to sloppily kiss my neck and down my back.
Any other day this would've turned me on immediately and I wouldn't even be able to say no. Because usually he has that much control over me when it comes to pleasure. But today...today I wonder how many girls he's done this too.
I push him away and I pull off his underwear.
I pick him up bridal style as he says "take me to the bedroom sweetheart"
But instead, I just throw him into the tub.
"What the hell?!" He exclaims.
"I said no Johnnie. I am going to wash you up and then we're going to go to sleep."
I pick up a plastic cup that sits on the edge of our tub and I pour water onto his head. Keeping my hand in front of his face so he doesn't get any water in his eyes. I laugh when he pouts. Despite the fact I'm mad at him, his pouty face is still adorable.
"It's not funny!" He yells dramatically. "I'm gonna get blue balls now. How am I supposed to fix this?"
"Oh I'm sure you'll find a way.." I trail off.
"Okay what the fuck are you upset about? You keep trailing off. I'm sick it of it! Spill!" He yells, sounding like a child having a temper tantrum.
I sigh as I shampoo his hair. "Johnnie..when I came in, you were passed out on the floor and when I dragged you into the bedroom..there was a bottle of lube on the table and women's underwear on the bed. You wanna explain that to me?"
He goes silent as I finish off his hair and start washing his chest.
"I cheated." He states.
"I figured so much." I say coldly.
"But at least they make me feel sexy and not like some walking disaster!" He suddenly snaps, shoving me away. I lose my balance and fall on my ass.
"What did you just say?" I ask, shocked.
"You heard me! They make me feel the way you did when we started. They give me a glimpse of fake love and affection. They make me feel wanted whereas you make me feel insecure and like I'm fucking failure!"
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" I get up and yell, now furious. "I have been trying to help you for the past 3 months! I clean the house so you don't have too. I try to cuddle you at night so you know that I care! I pick you up when you're wasted at bars. And I take care of you when you're passed out here. But I'm the one that's the jerk?!"
He starts to say something but I cut him off.
"You make me feel like I'm not fucking good enough." I scream as tears start to fall down my face. "You never want my cuddles anymore. You never smile anymore no matter how hard I try. You never want to do anything. You never appreciate the things I do. You only want to have sex with me and the times I don't give it to you, you threaten to sleep with someone else! And now YOU HAVE! YOU'BE BROKEN THAT TRUST! AND THATS NOT THE ONLY THING YOU LIE ABOUT! You lie about where you're going. You lie about who you're with. You would've lied about cheating if I hadn't mentioned it. And you lie to me every single time you say you're going to stop drinking but do it again the next day.." I trail off, now sobbing. "Am I not good enough for you? Do I mean nothing to you?.."
The silence feels like it goes on forever until...
"No. But it's hard to look at you and think you're worth something when you make me feel like I'm a fucking cockroach."
I look up at him as he steps out of the tub. I'm unable to say anything. I'm just shocked and sad.
" And if I can't be anything.." He starts, " then neither can you. You're worthless and you should stop trying because it's clearly not going anywhere." He steps closer. "You're so pathetic. Crying like you're the only one in pain. You self pitying dick!" He screams as his hands flies out before I can stop it and his fist hits my eye and my head flies back into the wall.
I stare at him, astounded. This was the last straw. He didn't understand my point of view. And he fucking hit me and he's never done that before either.
He looks at his fist and then at me. He tries to come closer but I back away.
"Oh my god Kyle. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean..I didn't mean too." He says, as I see the first tears fall down his face in months.
"Yes." I say in between sobs. "Yes you did."
I run off as he calls my name. Leaving him naked in the bathroom. Leaving this fucking disaster of a home. The hope of a good life broken. I sprint out of the door, not even knowing where the hell I'm going.