But He Loves Me~~{Tyrus} COMPLETED

9

•Cyrus•
            Rocks pressed into the small design carved into the bottom of my white converse as I walked out of my house. This is the first time I had fresh air in two weeks. I skipped school for two weeks. Normally, I would care. But today, just like the other days in those two weeks, there isn't any emotion there for me to care.

              I haven't cared about my appearance this little since I was five years old, which is saying something. There's no makeup on my face, my hair isn't brushed. On my body, I'm wearing TJ's plain black hoodie, grey sweatpants and white converse. I actually managed to get up and shower this morning, so at least I smell nice.

            I don't enjoy walking to school. It's one of those things I despise. Usually, TJ walks with me, but I sort of pushed him away. I pushed them all away. Jonah called me, I had to answer that one. All he did was yell at me, tell me it's my fault that he was hit. That TJ hit him, beat him up, embarrassed him in front of the guys. He yelled at me, thinking I told TJ he raped me. I didn't. I would never. He just knows. He has always known. He's always known me.

        My hands shook as I stared at the high school entrance. Jefferson High had never looked more like a prison before now. I took a shaky breath, stepping forward, trying to make it inside without anyone noticing me. That'll be good. If you go unnoticed, no one asks question.

"Cyrus!" TJ yelled, running to walk with me. I kept my eyes on the ground, listening to the faint noise of my feet hitting the white tiles of the hallway. I won't look up. How can I?
"Listen, I took care of it. Okay. He won't hurt you anymore." Jesus TJ. Please tell me you didn't hurt him. Please don't let him be hurt.

"Cyrus! Babe!" I heard Jonah, I stopped walking. I looked up, my eyes widening when they landed on his blue ones. TJ chuckled softly, but I wasn't smiling. Jonah's entire left side of his face was bruised, making him look like Two-Face. He had a splint on his nose and his eye was swollen. I can't believe TJ would do this....for me.
"TJ." Jonah nodded towards my best friend, grabbing my hand and pulling me. Calm down Cyrus, it's just a hand hold. Nothing is going to happen.

Then again, that's how it started huh? Just a hand hold. Well, just a crush. Then, a break up. Then a get together, which lead to a hand hold. And that let to hugs and kisses and smiles. Those lead to ass grabs and groping. And all of that lead to the worst day of my life. The one that made me want to end it.

I kept walking with him. My boyfriend. All this time I've spent thinking about the situation really makes me wonder why people want to be in relationships so bad. Like, how come Andi is so in love with Jonah? He's not so great. He hurts, so fucking much that I don't think I'll ever heal from the pain he's caused. My hand feels sweaty against his and my heart beats loud in my chest as we near a boys bathroom. Not again. Please not again.

"Hey, baby. What do you say we have more fun?" Click. The one little lock click snapped me out of my trance.

Jonah pushed me against a wall, holding me there. There was no emotion on my face. I couldn't handle emotion anymore, I didn't have any emotion anymore. He leaned in to kiss me, but I turned my head. His lips hit my cheek, the anger building in his chest.

      "What the fuck?" I moved my arms to hold his face. I caressed his cheek, looking into his bright blue eyes. They weren't the eyes I fell in love with, these ones were cold and dull. They held so much fire and anger in them; it's scary.
"I don't feel like kissing." He grabbed my hands, holding them in his.
"But, Baby, you love kissing. It's your favorite." He pressed his lips to the side of my neck, making a loud noise with each kiss.
"Jonah, stop." My wrists were pinned to the wall, my body beginning to prepare for assault.

             You know, I've kind of given up on the whole idea of pure love. I honestly just don't think it exists anymore. I mean, this right here is what love is. Not what Buffy and Marty are doing, that is fake. This is real. This is how everything goes. This is how real love is. It isn't pure or wonderful, it's painful and dirty. But it's love, and it's the only love I'll ever get. It's the only love I'll ever deserve.

"You don't get to tell me when to stop. You're just my little pet, that's all you are. My whore." He held my shirt collar tight in his hand, colliding his fist into my left eye. I yelped at the impact, my head hitting the wall behind me.

"You sent that fucking Kippen kid after me. You just want me gone so you can screw him you little slut." I was thrown to the ground, his weight being put in top of me. Punch after punch after punch was knocked into the left side of my face.

             When Jonah threw me to the ground, my head hitting the floor. A ringing noise went through my ears, creating deep pain in my mind. Should I even try to defend myself anymore? Should I even think about trying to defend myself? What's the point? He'll just hurt me even more. But then again, that gives a reason for TJ to hurt him more. And that would make me happy, but then I'd get hurt again.

        "What, baby? You aren't gonna hit me? You aren't gonna copy your side whore?!" Smash. He lifted my head by my hair, smashing my face into the tile. Blood was now spreading across me, ruining TJ's sweatshirt. I coughed up more blood, staining the white bathroom floor.

"Come on, hit me back." I can't, I could never.
"N-No." I choked out, blood pouring from my mouth. Jonah grabbed my arm, twisting it slightly. He put his foot in the middle of my forearm, pressing down.
"Why not?" He pressed harder. I can hear it, I know it's happening.
"Because I-" Snap. My bone was broken in two, snapped in half. I screamed so loud I'm surprised no one showed up.
"Because why?" He lifted me by my shirt collar, throwing me into a wall.
"Because I love you."

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