But He Loves Me~~{Tyrus} COMPLETED

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•Cyrus•
            "Hey, baby. I see you brought your mutt with you." He greeted when TJ and I sat down.
"You don't get to call me that anymore, Jonah." The name felt strange on my tongue, my eyes locked on his blood shot, blue ones that used to make my heart soar.
"Aw come on," he laughed, "No JoJo? Or baby? What's gotten into you, Cy? Hopefully not Kippen." My lips quivered at the joke, TJ almost growling in anger.
"That's fucked up. You have to have the least amount of human decency." Jonah chuckled.
"Why don't you shut the fuck up and go blow Tranny Driscoll." TJ went to stand but I held him down.
"Teej, calm down. You know how he is." TJ nodded and I turned back to face Jonah.

There's something scary about him behind the glass. I mean, sure, he terrified me before, but now it's as though I've never seen him. He has an x tattooed on his neck and his hair is messed up. He's wearing an orange jumpsuit and you can tell his fingers has held a knife once or twice in the past month.

"So, baby, why are you here?" I took a breath in, then let it out.
"I'm letting you go." Jonah laughed at the words, TJ holding my hand tightly.
"Oh Cyrus. Sweet little Cyrus. You can't let me go." TJ was remaining quiet. He knows I have to do this myself.
"Yes I can, Jonah. I can let you go whenever I want to. You have not power over me anymore." There's the laugh again.
"Oh believe me, I have more power over you than anyone ever will. I'm betting you that you haven't kissed a single person since me. Or that you haven't had sex or even touched yourself since me. It's because you love me." Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. He has never been more wrong in his entire life. Now, it's my turn to laugh.

"You think I love you? Like you actually think I love you? Maybe I did when I was fifteen or even maybe six months ago. And you're right. I haven't kissed anyone or had sex with anyone since I was with you, but that's not because I love you. And even when I kissed you it wasn't because I loved you. It was because I was afraid of you. When we had sex it wasn't sex, it was rape. I was so fucking scared of you and what you could do to me. So no, I don't love you. My love life isn't because I still love you. It's because you traumatized me." He smiled, placing his hand on the glass.
"Do I still scare you, baby?" I wiped my tears, standing and bringing TJ with me.
"No. And you'll never scare me again. I'm not afraid of you anymore."

I turned, TJ walking next to me with our hands connected. My heart was racing and I truly couldn't believe what I had done. I stood up to Jonah. I admitted to Jonah that I was scared of him, and maybe I still am. But he can't hurt me. He's locked away where he can't get to me. In the perspective of anyone else, I should be crying and shaking and horrified that he'll get out and come for me to hurt me. But the only emotion I feel as I step out into the cold with TJ along side me is happiness. Pure and wonderful happiness.

"Cy, I know that you're all happy and having a good moment, but your phone is buzzing." I laughed, letting go of his hand and taking my phone out of my pocket to see James calling me. I answered the phone, smiling wide.
"Hey, Jay. What's up?"
"Cyrus, you and TJ need to come to the hospital. Your mother is having the baby." It was in a serious tone as we got in TJ's car.
"Is everything okay? I mean, she's only eight months." James breathed out.
"Theresa is fine, Jag is fine. They just need to get him out by C section a little earlier than we anticipated. She just wants you boys here." I sighed out in relief.
"Okay, we'll be there soon." I put the phone down and looked at TJ.
"Hospital. I'm about to be a big brother."

*time skip*

We sat in the waiting room of the hospital, quiet. It wasn't just TJ and I now, everyone that I cared about is here. Andi and Buffy sat together on their phones while Amber and Porter spoke softly to each other. Lola sat on Grady's lap, sleeping soundly while her brother played with her hair. I played with TJ's hand, my head rested on his shoulder.

"Hey, Baloo?" I felt him kiss my head.
"Yeah, Bambi?" In interlocked our fingers.
"I love you." I looked at him, TJ looking back to me.
"I love you too. You know that." My heart rate picked up.
"No, TJ. I love you. Like, I love you how you love me." He face turned pink.
"Oh..."

Looking into his eyes I know how I feel. I'm in love with Thelonious Jagger Kippen. I'm in love with a boy that I trust. Someone who I know would never hurt me and never try to make me feel bad about myself. He would never punch me or break my arm or cuss at me or force me to do anything. He would love me. In the normal, Prince Charming way that I've always dreamt of. He would be the person that five year old Cyrus begged for in bed at night. And that's just what love is. TJ is what love is.

So I kissed him.

I leaned into TJ and pressed my lips to his. They were soft and rough at the same time. Comfortable and natural. There was no rush and greed in what was happening, I felt safe. The taste of cherry chap stick mixed with my cake batter chap stick as the kiss continued. There was a spark between us that I didn't feel with Jonah. The spark that is real love, not fake or forced love.

"Woah." TJ mumbled when I pulled off.
"Yeah...woah."

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