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I6I - Roger's Boyfriend

*Roger's P.O.V-*

Warning: This chapter explores Roger's unhealthy relationship, including elements of a toxic, verbally and physically abusive relationship. Nothing extreme but it's something.

You can skip the chapter if you need to and if you are uncomfortable,  but something important does happen needed to know for the next chapter so I'll put that moment in a short summary at the end.
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"Jay, we both have to get to class." I gently push his chest to get him off of me as I'm against the wall inside a stall in the bathroom. A little earlier he pushed me so hard against it that I feel like the back of my head is bleeding, and he started making out with me to a point where I couldn't breathe. Wasn't pleasant at all, and now I gained the courage to push him off.

The bell already rang like five minutes ago and I really didn't want to get dragged inside a bathroom to be fucked minutes before school started. Sure, he didn't get to the point of tearing my clothes off in two seconds, but I know what his intentions are. That's always what his intentions are.

Jay rolls his eyes, "You always do this, of course, I never get what I want. All about you, isn't it?"

I don't want to make him angry either so I sigh, "I'm sorry, Alright? I just want to get a fucking education so I can move up a grade."

"Whatever. You just better be coming over after school- and after ten we'll do something." Jay glares, "My Parents are gonna be out by then. You better make it up to me by wrapping your tiny lips around my-."

As he inched closer, I rested a hand on his chest to prevent him from doing anything. I also interrupt.

"I will." I drop my hand and stare down at my feet. Why is he always so mad at me? I really do try to make him happy but hell it hardly works. I can't break up with him, I can't imagine what it would be like without him, I've dated him for two years.

He'd probably team up with his friends to kill me or something too if I tried. His friends act just like him. Treat their girlfriends like their sex toys, or just put them on display like dolls.

He landed a last final glare at me and opened up the stall door and just like that, was gone. The last glare whenever I make him upset is usually the scariest, to shake me to my core.

I waited a few moments in the stall, still against the wall until I feel like it's the right moment to leave without having to walk with him only for him to make me feel bad about not wanting sex with him.

I bit my lip, lifted my hood, shoved my hands in my hoodie pockets and rushed out after picking up my backpack and throwing it over one shoulder.

I quickly walk through the empty halls, a loud echo sounding around me of my shoes squeaking against the floor. I keep my eyes glued to my own feet walking.

I really hope I don't detention again, it's not even my fault but I have to keep everything a secret. I always regret telling my friends the littlest of things, having them flip out when that's not even all there is in my relationship.

Like Brian.

I only met him a week ago, but for some stupid reason, I trusted him to tell him about my love life. Like that curly bitch deserves to know. And all he did was act exactly like John and Freddie did. Who am I kidding, how was he supposed to act? I should've known. But I know when I talk about what happens with me and Jay isn't a call for help.