JJ

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by OBXluv

by OBXluv

Ok this story is a little different, and it's not an imagine where the reader is with JJ. There siblings in this one. Anyways, sry if you don't like it, I just wanted to try this story line out.
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Y/n pov
I sat there on the top of the steps listening to my dad and older brother argue. JJ, my brother, was supposed to watch me today however he never did and my father was pissed. I was only 5 so I didn't really understand what they were yelling about, but I got some of it.
"You piece of shit!" My dad yelled saying a bad word. JJ always told me to never say those words. I clutched the bunny stuff animal JJ friend John B got me in my arms and quietly walked down the stairs. I looked around the corner and saw bottles everywhere, like normal, but some were broken.
"I'm sorry! Ok?" My brother yelled. My dad as you know did a lot of bad things to JJ. He always made sure I was in my room or hidden in the closet when those fights happened. My dad didn't dare lay a hand on me. Saying I was the best thing that's ever been on this earth. JJ always told me that he didn't understand why my dad loved me so much but not him. Sadly though, my little kid mind only cares about certain things. Like, was my stuffed animal in my room, or were we gonna have mac and cheese for lunch?
"JJ?" I said quietly as I came into their view. They both stopped yelling and turned to me. I ran up to my big brother and gripped his legs.
"Y/n." He sighed. "I'm sorry. We woke you up I bet. Go back upstairs and I'll read you something when I'm done." He said bending down me to my level. I gave him a nod and looked up at my dad. He looked different? I wasn't sure.

-future where y/n is 16-
When I think about that night, I didn't realize it then, but my dad was drunk. If I was with my dad he never was drunk or high on anything. Probably because as he said, I was his world.

-past where y/n is 5-
"No. No. Don't look at him." JJ said turning me. "I'll be right up ok?" He said. I gave him another nod and squeezed my stuffed bunny closer to me. I ran up the stairs and into my room. I sat there on my bed waiting for my big brother.

"Y/n." A voice asked and opened my door. After minutes of yelling it finally stopped. JJ stood there at my door with a sad looking smile.
"JJ." I smiled and got up to hug him. No matter how many times I saw him, I missed him all the time. I didn't have many friends and JJ was my number one.
"Come on." He said picking me up. "I'll read you a book." He said and sat us down on my bed. I cuddled up to his side and leaned my head against him.
As he went on reading I slowly drifted off. For years I will wonder my dad looked like that. Dazed? Out of it? I was never sure.