It started off like any other morning, but then it took a turn for the worse. First, my alarm didn't go off, Then, I ran out of clean socks. By the time I got ready, my bus had left. I had to walk 2 miles to get to school now. I wasn't even halfway to school when he pulled up next to me.
"Get in, Layla!" He stated, not really giving me a choice. Although, there was no way in hell that I was getting in his car.
"No thanks, Jo" I said, continuing to walk. And if things couldn't get worse, it started raining. hard.
"It's not an option. GET IN!" He stated, sternly.
Scared at his tone of voice, I opened the passenger door and got in, throwing my bag in the backseat.
"Next time, just get in" He stated, placing a hand on my thigh, squeezing it softly.
A rush went through my body and I shivered at the contact, instantly tensing as his hand touched my bare skin. It wasn't a bad feeling, but it was certainly unfamiliar. I took a minute to get used to it, although, as soon as I did, he took his hand off.
"Sorry Lay, I didn't realize my hand was still there." Jonah smiled.
For some reason, I got upset. Did I like it?
"O-oh it's okay, I didn't mind it. I kinda liked it." I laughed, giving him a quick smile.
He returned the smile, letting a small laugh out as well. We pulled up to a stoplight. He looked at me, and without me realizing it, he leaned in and kissed me. It lingered for about ten seconds before he pulled away. When it ended, I began blushing.
"Really Jo?" I giggled. All he did was smile and continued driving once the light turned green. He reached his hand down, and grabbed a hold of mine, intertwining our fingers.
Alas, It was just a daydream to take my mind off the current situation. I was face down on the pavement getting curb-stomped by the exact person I was thinking about, along with the other boys. Although, after 2 years of this pain, I eventually got used to it. All that I was worried about was that my parents would see me disfigured. All the boys were laughing, pushing me back down while I made feeble attempts to stand up and run away.
"Alright guys, let's go home" Jack insisted, jumping into their car and speeding off, leaving me to cough up blood on the sidewalk.
I laid there for an hour, trying to compose myself. Finally getting the feeling back in my legs, I got up and started running, not stopping until I got home. As soon as I did, I ran up to my room. I had to end this. I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop myself. I sat in front of my mirror, pulling my shirt over my head, tearing up as the fabric hit the gashes on my skin. My hair was a matted mess as dried blood stuck strands together. I felt as if half of the blood in my body was now gone. My eyes were bloodshot, both of them swollen shut. My nose was no doubt, broken. My lips were practically kicked in. Hand-prints were laced around my neck, and my arms looked as if I had been mauled by a grizzly bear. My back was yellow and blue, with gashes scattered around it. I couldn't even look at my legs, knowing that they would be the worst part. As I looked over my disfigured body, I knew it was time to end all of this.
I'm done.
---one month later---
It's been a month since I overdosed. My brother found me in my room with a light pulse, He rushed me to the hospital and stayed with me for that night, after I had my stomach pumped.
The rest of my family were at home, not even caring that I almost died. Go figure.
"Layla, you have a visitor" The nurse told me, leaving the door open, then walking away.
The last person I expected to see walked through the door. Jonah Marais himself.
I was scared out of my mind, knowing he was coming to finish what he started.
I automatically started crying. I curled myself up into a ball, getting ready for the pain that would ensue. I was sincerely surprised when none of that happened. Instead, he just sat down and stared at me.
"I'm not going to do anything, Layla" He stated with a frown on his face.
My body unraveled and I turned to my side.
"You already have" I mumbled, lifting my gown to show him the scars of everything he has done to me over the span of two years. He looked at me in shock. He wasn't fooling me. I knew he didn't feel bad, but it was better than him beating me.
I scoffed, earning a baffled look from him.
"What?" He asked, concerned.
I just shook my head and chuckled. I groaned a little as I sat up.
"Don't act like you're sorry. This went on for two years, every single day and you never stopped. You left me on the sidewalk, coughing up blood for an hour straight. I walk with a permanent limp because of you. YOU RUINED MY BODY! Do you understand that!? And to make it worse, I've developed feelings for you!! Do you understand what that has done to my brain? I fucking love you, but when you come towards me, all I think about is you loving me back to distract me from the pain!" I yelled, sobbing at this point. Before he could speak, I continued, "And you know what the worst part is!? I never told ANYONE! I never told on you because I loved you!! No matter how bad you hurt me! But even if you are sorry, I will never forgive you. No matter how much I love you, I will never forgive you!" I finally finished, turning over to my other side so I didn't have to see his face. His stupidly perfect face.
"I know that you probably don't want to hear what I have to say, but I'll say it anyways. I couldn't accept that I had these feelings, feelings that I couldn't, and still can't explain. When we were younger, I always thought that you were the most amazing person that I'd ever met. You had the most beautiful smile and laugh. But, I hadn't realized that I was the reason that you didn't smile anymore. And I want you to know that I'm gonna keep trying to make it up to you until the day I die." He spilled his heart out, and I just sat there, paralyzed. I had to tell myself not to believe him.
After a couple of minutes, he came over to my side, sitting down on the bed and smiling at me. He slowly brought his hand up and tucked my hair behind my ear. I flinched in the process. He frowned for a second, but continued to get closer. He began singing to calm me down. He knows I'm a sucker for his voice. I felt my eyes getting heavy, and soon I drifted off to sleep, but not before I felt a pair of lips on my cheek.
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