storming down the stairs i'm a mess. me and jonah have just argued for the 69th time this week, while the boys were watching.
i had packed some stuff into a bag. i was heading to my best friends house, erin and prisca.
Jonah caught me with the bag and walked up to me, all the boys still watching.
"and where do you think your going?"-Jonah.
"away, what do you think this bag is for?"-Y/N
i go to open the door but jonah grabs my wrist.
"get the fuck off me Jonah"- Y/N
"no"- Jonah
he keeps the grip on my wrist tight while i'm trying to get away from him.
i look over at the boys and my brother(Daniel)
i feel a sting on my cheek, the bastard slapped me.
i get out of his grip and look at him with tears in my eyes.
he had guilt all over his face.
he went to put his hand on my cheek but i flinched. that's when he knew he fucked up.
i stumbled out the house holding my stuff with daniel trailing behind me and jonah.
i hop into my car and lock the doors, and start sobbing into the steering wheel, with jonah watching from the outside.
