What is Love? [BxB]

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Authors Note; Warning! This may trigger thoughts, veeery bad thoughts, so read with care and if it becomes too much just stop. I realize this is turning into a dark story and I swear that was never the intention but what can I say, I’m a dark person (no I’m not heh). Jace at the side :) Anyways, enjoy!

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           vii – not okay

I rub my temple, trying my best to relieve the soon-to-come headache, even though I know there is no way of stopping it from coming, not when the person causing it will not stop talking. I knew what was to come as soon as I was released from the hospital, I even prepared myself for the many questions people would ask, what I wasn’t prepared for was the accusations and anger Jace would fire me with. It doesn’t help when the one to drive me back home was Sammy; the person Jace had it out for the most.

As soon as the news of me being in the hospital got to Jace he automatically assumed Sammy was the one to put me there since I was with him last, and he’s not wrong, but I do not want him hating Sammy more than he already does.

Now, all I’m left with his a fuming Jace and a nasty headache.

Sammy left about three hours ago, promising to call and check up on me, but that is all. True to his word he’s promised to keep at a safe distance for a while but he also said he might call me a few times just check up on me but that’s all he would do. I am completely fine with that, so long he stays away. I don’t really want to see him any time soon because every time I see him now all I can think about is his menacing face and the hospital bed he put me in.

“You have to break things off with him,” Jace says for the umpteenth time, pacing my bedroom. I am laid down on my bed, watching him pace while murmuring things under his breath, looking more worried than I have seen him in my entire life. I love the fact I have someone caring about me to this extant but I hate that he’s this worried. I can take care of myself sometimes; I don’t need him to watch out for me 24/7.

Propping myself on my elbows, I give Jace a dry stare. “I don’t know how many times I’m going to have to repeat this to you for it to actually sink in but I am not breaking up with him. It was an accident,” I say, lying back down on my pillow, looking up at my ceiling. I’m not sure if I said those words to assure Jace or myself, but whatever the case I have to believe it was an accident myself before I can completely forgive Samuel.

It was an accident what he did.

“That’s what you always say, and I’ve gone with it, until now! You really have to break up with him before this goes too far,” he exclaims, seating himself next to me with a desperate look. I can only stare at him, saying nothing because some part of me is saying how right he is, but another part doesn’t really care.

Sammy promised to get help; he promised he would try, for me. And to be frank, that’s all I have ever wanted from him, to get better so we can be happier, like we used to be. If he doesn’t get better than I will consider breaking things off but I’m sure he will, over time, so I have to be patient with him for as long as possible. You don’t just give up on the people you care about, you have to be there for them, and Sammy needs me, just as much as I need him.

“Cole,” Jace heaves with his head down, facing his lap and his hands clamped together as he twiddles his thumbs. “What if— What if he really hurts you next time? What if he—“

“Jace, that won’t happen, I’m telling you. Sammy promised to get help and he’s going to better,” I claim.

“Yeah, and if he doesn’t? Then what?”