Mistreated | Donah Meavey

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Jonah's pov

We were sitting on my bed in my bedroom.

"I'm really sorry for my mom..." I started, but he interrupted me.

"It's fine Jonah....I'm used to.... the pain." he said almost whispering, looking down. I gently touched his chin and lifted up to look in his eyes.

"Don't say that, please." his words were breaking my heart into million pieces. I wanted to cry but I can't. I have to stay strong. For him. Cause if not me, then who?

"That is the truth Jonah....I don't even remember when was the last time that my body was completely without any wounds and bruises. I don't even feel pain anymore....my freshest cuts from two days ago? Feels like it happened a month ago." he said with tears in his eyes. I felt a single tear rolled down on my cheek. He's so young but he went through so much in his life. He wiped my tear away softly and placed a kiss on my forehead. It's kind of weird that right now he was the one who was calming me down.

"Jonah....babe, it's okay." he hugged me while rubbing my back. I couldn't hold my tears any longer. I was just crying. All the things that happened in just two days between us, the tension, this whole thing....so hard. I can't even imagine how hard is this for him. I would be probably dead by now.

From downstairs I suddenly heard the door closing.

"Jonah!" it was my dad. We pulled away and I wiped away all the tears from my face with the sleeve of my hoodie.

Daniel caressed my face with his soft hand. I leaned into his touch. "I'm ready." he said with a little smile and I smiled back at him weakly.

"I'm ready too." I whispered and he kissed me. Then we stood up and hand in hand, we went downstairs.

We got into the living room, I hugged my dad and then introduced him to Daniel. After the introduction we sat down on the couch. I was sitting on the right end, Daniel next to me, then my mom at the other end and my dad in the chair right on the end of the couch.

I took a deep breath and grabbed Daniel's hand. I needed to feel his touch. It was easier to start talking about the whole situation going on.

I looked at him, then on my mom and dad and back at Daniel. He nodded and I started.

"I know that...what I'm going to say now...might be scary or weird....but honestly....no matter what I'm going to talk about, first you have to promise me and Daniel...that you won't call the police. No matter what. Understood?" when I said that, my parents were just staring at me with widen eyes full of worry and they were scared, shocked and speechless. After some time my mom was finally able to say something.

"I...we promise you guys...that none of us is going to call the police." she said with a shaking voice, then looked at my dad who just nodded. They were both so respectful. Thank goodness for understanding me.

Meanwhile I looked at Daniel who was looking at the ground. I squeezed his hand and he looked at me mouthing 'it's okay'. So I could continue.

I looked back at my parents and started.

"The reason why I brought Daniel here, besides of that he is my boyfriend, is because he needs a save place which is far away from L.A.. He's...." Daniel put his other hand on mine.

"I'm gonna tell them, okay?" he asked me quietly.

"Are you sure?" I questioned.

"Yes, I am." he replied placing his hand on my leg.

Then he looked up at my parents, ready to tell them everything about the most painful time of his life.

"As you both see I....I have some bruises on my face and neck....but there's so much more that you can't see right now...." he took a deep breath.

"Who did this to you darling?" my mom asked him almost crying, which caused that my eyes started to tear up again.

Daniel continued. "My brother...Ben. He's mentally ill and he became an alcoholic and he does drugs.....cause he couldn't take it when our parents passed away in a car crash....." his voice was shaking. "And the....the worst part is that he blames me....and...and he tried to....tried to kill me a few times." he burst into tears and I hugged him tightly while I was crying too.

My parents were now in tears too and even more shocked than before.

Daniel's pov

I was able to get it out of my chest. It was the hardest and most painful thing that I have ever done in my whole life. It was almost like every single word I was saying, was cutting my skin and my entire body at the same time. What a horrible feeling. But I had to do it cause it was eating me alive. And they can't help me while they don't know why am I here. On the other hand, they probably can't help me either. No one can. Ugh, I am honestly so done with this shitty life. The only reason why I'm still here alive, is Jonah. Not just because of the fact that he saved my life, but also because I love him so much and I don't want to cause him even more pain with killing myself. Even if that would be my only relief.