psychotic; jmb

chapter seven

a/n; hi just listen to the first verse of this song ^ cause it fits well with the story lmao bye
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i really like joey. he's sweet and takes care of me. it may only be because my mom told him too, but it's worth it. the way he makes me feel is extraordinary.

i've been here for about a month and have learned a lot. apparently, my mom is apart of their whole gang thing and she was the one who murdered my dad.

when i found that out, i broke a lot of things. but then joey said she was using him for information because he was also in a gang, yet their gang was bad.

also the kenz girl that i saw call him is in the gang.  i found that out by reading their texts, but joey doesn't know that.  they were also boyfriend and girlfriend at one time.  tayler told me that one. i'm fine with it, it's not like she's dating him right now, or him and i are dating.

now i'm sitting on the couch watching victorious, because it's an amazing show.  mark walks in and sits down next to me.

"ew," he grabs the remote.

i gasp at him, "hey!  no.  it's.  not!" i try to grab the remote back from him but he moves his arms around to keep me from it.

i climb on top of him and straddle him. he instantly stops and places his hands on my thighs. damn, this boy is thirsty. eye rolling is supposed to be a symbol of annoyance right? then why the hell does he ignore it when i so happen to do it after he touches my thigh. his hands slid up towards my ass.

i look at him and see bryce's face.  the idea and memory of him touching me pops into my mind.  all the emotions i felt in that moment, every single bottled up feeling exploded.

i didn't explode. there was no yelling or tears. it was almost as if it internal. the aftermath left me with no emotions.

mark smashed his lips into my neck. he squeezed my ass. his lips left hickeys on my already hickey-full neck from the last time i couldn't stop a much stronger guy from coming onto me.

this time i let it happen, yet he didn't get much far before i regained my sadness and started crying.  he was on top of me and joey just so happened to walk into the house with tayler.

"what the fuck are you doing?" joey screeched.  he was covered in blood.

"nothing!" mark stepped off of me and held up his hands, acting like he was totally innocent.

tayler walked over to me and asked, "are you okay, did he hurt you?"

but i couldn't focus on him.  the only thing i could focus on was joey, holding up his handgun at mark.  he pulled the trigger slowly.

"joey stop!" i shrieked.

i shouldn't have done that.  my voice reached an extremely high pitch and joey jumped.  he dropped the gun and as it fell, the bullet slammed into my shoulder and caused me to jump back a little. 

my body immediately goes limp and all i could hear is the echoed voices of joey, mark, and tayler.  a pair of muscular arms caught me and held my body tight.  a growing pain in my shoulder became even more visible than the pain in my heart.

the last thing i saw was joey teary eyes and tayler's mouth saying, "you're gonna be okay, rose."