𝙄𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 | Why Dont We [✔️]

Brain || J.M

Credit goes to whydontwecry
Warnings:  cussing, cheating, abuse mention (not a graphic description but there is a bit of emotional abuse, very minor)

Based off of the song Brain by Preston Hutto

This house ain't a home

From the minute, you showed up at his house he had started another fight. Yelling obscenities about how you weren't good enough for him. It was half way through the fight and you didn't even remember everything the two of you had said. You didn't care anymore you just couldn't keep dealing with his shit anymore.

"Did you ever even care about me?" You whispered, unable to hold back the tears that ran down your face. Thoughts were racing through your mind as you searched his face for any remorse, any sliver of humanity that showed that he cared. But his face stayed stoic.

His jaw flexed and his eyes were filled with an intensity you knew all too well, you didn't even need to hear his response to know, his eyes flickered over you and he practically sneered, "It's not like you made it very easy."

Without another word, he glared at you before storming off into his room. With tears in your eyes you threw open the front door and rushed to your car as you pulled out your phone knowing exactly who to call: the only person who always knew how to make you feel better.

I left you a ring on your phone

He left you to be on your own

When you saw you already had a missed call from the number you softly smiled through your tears and called back as you pulled away from his house.

"Jonah can I come over?" You asked hating the way your voice wavered.

"Of course. Are you okay?" His voice had an edge to it and you knew he was pissed at your boyfriend. This wasn't the first time you called him like this and it wouldn't be the last. By now, all he had to do was hear your voice to know what happened.

"Physically yeah." You muttered letting out a bitter laugh. You knew it should be a relief that he never hits you, but it shouldn't even be something you worry could happen, it should be a given, but with himyou lived in constant fear that someday he would decide his words didn't hurt you enough. Jonah stayed on the line with you quietly letting you calm down as you took the familiar path to his place. Half of you was sad but the other was fuming. Deep down you knew you didn't deserve to be treated that way, you deserve to be with Jonah not with some asshole who treated you like dirt. But at the same time, you were terrified to leave him, and still in love with the guy he used to be.

Pushing away your thoughts you said goodbye to Jonah and made your way to his door, opening it with the key he had given you a long time ago. He immediately stood up from his place on the couch and pulled you in for a hug.