I Miss My Cocoa Butter Kisses | A Josh Richards Fanfiction

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷 |✔

"Well I sure as hell knew something was up with him!" My grandma commented as she stroked my arm gently, while standing behind my mom. "I've told you but you wouldn't listen."

"I'm sorry." I choked out, before I sobbed again. "But he'd never done something like that before. He was drunk and then he asked me about- about Josh and I tried to explain but then everything kinda escalated and he slapped me."

My dad shook his head, not believing Dylan would do something like this. "I thought he was a good boy." He shook his head before throwing his arms around me and my mom. "I'm so sorry, Sophia."

But the four of us all knew that an apology couldn't make me forget what happened.
A sorry couldn't solve my problems.

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The next day, the bruise started to get even more intense. You could easily detect the shape of a big hand and I was too embarrassed and afraid that someone could see me, so I closed my curtains and tried to cover up the bruise. It helped a little bit: the colours weren't as intense as before.

Amanda and Kanzie and even Josh had called me yesterday and today a couple of times but I was too afraid to tell them and I knew I couldn't lie to them, especially those three.

As I was about to turn on my TV, I've heard the doorbell ring and some too familiar voices from downstairs: Amanda, Kanzie and Josh.

As fast as I could, I hurried toward my closet, throwing a scarf around my neck while pulling the hood of my hoodie over my head, trying to cover up the bruise the best way I could. It was already covered up with make-up, but you could still see it. My make-up wasn't that good, apparently.

Then I ran back into bed, catching a breath and trying to look as normal as possible, just in time for Amanda to burst through my doors.

I tried to seem shock, looking them up and down. "What are you doing here?"

Kanzie rolled her eyes. "Stop acting dumb, you could hear us coming up."

I smiled sweetly at her, while trying not to shift so my hood was still in front of my cheek. "Oh yeah, but I wanted to ask anyway."

"We were worried about you." Amanda said, sitting down on my bed to my right, Kanzie to my left. "Ever since Josh told us that you just ran away with a shocking expression, we tried to call you but you wouldn't answer."

"So we thought we'd come over and make sure you're okay." My eyes locked with Josh as he was standing in front of my bed, looking down at me with confused and worried eyes. "Are you? You kinda seem out of breath."

My eyes widen a little but I just shrugged. "I just came back from jogging, y'know?"

Amanda laughed and shook her head. "You'd never be jogging at a Sunday morning, or to say at least, ever."

"So you still hate sports?" Josh asked a bit amused and Amanda nodded.

"Hate is an understatement."

I rolled my eyes, before snuggling my face deeper into my blanket, fearing they could get a glance at the bruise. "I'm just tired."

This time, Kanzie rolled her eyes, clearly not believing me. I mean, how could they? I was a terrible liar. "Oh shut it. Why wouldn't you answer our calls?"

I wanted to answer but Amanda cut me short. "The truth, Soph."

I swallowed and shifted a bit, searching my brain for a good excuse, as Josh came closer to me, examining my face. Our eyes locked and his eyes widened as he looked at my cheek, his hands travelled to the hood and pulling it down.

My best friends all took a sharp breath, before Amanda stood up, her lips trembling. "Who did that to you?"

My eyes began to water as Josh shook his head, clearly mad, and got up too standing next to Amanda. "We all know the answer."

"What happened?" Mackenzie asked, trying to hold in a curse and grabbing a hold of my hand.

I shook my head, gaze straight onto my blanket, so that I didn't had to look any of them in the eyes because then I'd loose it all. "It was an accident, he didn't meant to do it and he'll not do it again."

"Sure as hell he won't cause I'm never letting him get near you ever again!" Josh almost screamed as he shaped his hands in  tight fists to contain him from hitting something.

"No, it wasn't his fault! That was an accident and he'll never do it again. Dylan regretted it."

"He did too." Amanda mumble and we all looked at her, her eyes watery and red. "Terrence. I could see the regret in his eyes, hear it in his voice and it was an accident too. But not the second time, or the third time." She cried out, running her hands through her hair before looking at me, a sick smile on her face. "And you knew that. And you still wouldn't tell me? I went through that too, y'know?"

I nodded, tears slipping out of my eyes and rolling down my cheek. "I know and I'm sorry but Dylan isn't Terrence. He'll not do it-."

"Of course he will!" Amanda screamed and shook her head. "I told myself that too, every time. But you know how that started and it was the same. Let me guess, he was drunk?"

I swallowed. "That's not important now-."

"It is!" She interrupted me. "He was am I right?"

I nodded hesitantly and she continued. "You guys were fighting, you tried to stay calm but then he insulted you."

I shook my head, not wanting to listen to the details again but Amanda wouldn't stop. "Then you tried to reason him that you weren't what he called you, that he was wrong, but he wouldn't listen and as you were trying to get the conversation under control again, he slapped you."

I wanted to answer but I couldn't trust my voice. I just nodded, not wanting to believe it but knowing it was the truth. Amanda came up to me both of us crying before pulling me in her arms, Kanzie joining the hug.

As I was about to say something, I was cut off by a loud bang. Josh had turned around, facing my wall, and swinging his fist right into it.

We all jumped, I looked at him and saw that he was in pain but his anger clouded it. I took a deep breath before getting out of bed and coming to a halt in front of him.

I took his hand in mine, examining it while he tried to avoid eye contact. His knuckles were red and swollen, in between a little bit blood, and I moved it a little but he flinched.

Then I grabbed his wrist carefully before leading him out of my room and down toward the kitchen. "C'mon, let's get you some peas."

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