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dead silence .. is what the ride home consisted of. johnny has his eyes fixed on the road and y/n had her face towards the car window, covered in dewey droplets. observing as the darkened scenery passed.
she's picking at her nails, seemingly what she does whenever she's furious or anxious, like how she is in this case. johnny's despises when she does that, but doesn't dare to let himself stop her. too frightened for her to return that favor by another slap. his cheeks were still burning from the impalement slap she'd given him earlier.
after that slap johnny had dragged y/n from the restaurant, as she cursed emily. whom she'd earlier found out that, that's who johnny cheated on her with. her temper got the best of her. johnny already knew that tomorrow, bryan, his manager, would be pissed about this and he doesn't want to think on what his family or friends would say when they find out.
he blocked his tears away and gripped the steering wheel harder. until the whites of his knuckles shown. regretted everything that's happened this week.
how is it possible that everything they've built together in two years, has been ruined and ripped apart in so little time? johnny still can't wrap his head around that, because he never wanted this for them. he wanted to marry her, to have children with her and only her, lastly .. to spend the rest of his life with her. little did her know, that was never in her plan.
"leave me at nadia's." her voice stern.
nadia is her friend and she isn't at home at the moment, therefore y/n thought it was her brightest idea to go there. at least, until she comes back and asks what's happened between her and johnny. which is the only time she ever spent the night there.
"or i can leave you at home, and i'll crash at bryan's," he proposes the idea.
"leave me at nadia's." she repeats. he doesn't argue anymore, and drives to nadia's apartment. once they arrive, he stops the car and waits for her to get out, but she doesn't. she just gazes at him, like she's waiting for something.
johnny turns his stare away, not wanting to see her like that. he hated when she cried. except now, not only was she crying, but he's the reason whys she feels this way.
"look at me." she ordered him. he fails to.
y/n grabs his face and forces him to. tears brimming in her red and puffy eyes, smudged eyeliner and mascara surrounding them. a mess of sadness.
they are both a mess. a mess full of regrets.
a whimper escapes from between johnny's plump, chapped lips, as he tries to snatch her shaking hand away from him and his face.
"you did this. this is all your fucking fault," she starts "how was it sleeping with her, johnny? tell me!"
johnny clenches his jaw, face beaming red.
"and did you have fun lying to me for two years?!"
