why don't we | bxb oneshots

BURDEN | jorbyn

WARNINGS !
sad, panic attack, fluff

SHIP !
jorbyn

SONG !
8 - billie eilish

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"W-What do you mean leave?" Jonah asked, his voice trembeling as he stumbled away from the woman in front of him.

"Exactly that, get out of my house, now." Carrie snapped.

"Where am I supposed to go? I'm only 17 I can't go anywhere, I can't do anything." Jonah cried, his limbs trembling as he looked at his mom with wide watery eyes.

"That's not my problem, you have 10 minutes to pack or you're leaving with nothing." Carrie left the room, leaving no space for conversation.

Jonah clenched his hands in his hair, he didn't know what happened, he didn't know what went wrong all he knew was that his mom wanted him out of their house and he had no where to go.

Tears streaming down his face, the brunette grabbed his roller suitcase, mindlessly shoving it full of his clothes, shoes, toiletries, and chargers. He zipped up the bag, looking around his room for the last time, was he ever going to see his room again? Relieve some of his favorite memories that happened in the welcoming solitude of his escape?

"Oh you're done." Carrie sneered, peering into her sons room, eyeing the bag fully packed in his hands.

"Mom please, why are you doing this? What did I do wrong?" Jonah pleaded, biting his lip to hold back the sobs trying to break through.

"I don't want to talk, I want you out of my house." Carrie shook her head, her arms folding across her chest.

"What am I supposed to do then? Live on the streets? Fish for food in the trash?" The brunette scoffed.

"That's for you to figure out." Carrie shrugged.

"Mom-" Jonah was cut off when a sharp pain flared through his cheek, his hand coming up to grab at his face. "Did you just slap me?"

"I'm not gonna tell you again, get out of my house." Carrie warned.

Jonah didn't recognize the woman in front of him, he didn't see the woman who used to comfort him when he cried, who used to make him chocolate chip cookies to make him feel better, who used to kiss the scrapes on his knee to make the pain go away, who used to wrap her arms around him and make him feel safe and warm and protected. All he saw was a hollowed out body, a figment of his imagination because this thing couldn't be his mom. It can't.

"Okay." He whispered, hand tight around the handle of his bag as he walked away from his mother, away from his room, away from his home, away from his life.

The brunette didn't care how stupid he looked walking down the street with a suitcase in his hands, he didn't bother to wipe the tears trailing down his face, coasting down his neck, he didn't care to wrap his jacket around his shivering body despite the night being one of the coldest of the year. He simply didn't care.

Jonah sniffled, running a hand under his nose as he stopped. Turning around, looking for where to go, who to go to. Heart thundering in his chest, he continued walking.

"Jonah?" The brunette heard a voice behind him but he was too entranced in his thoughts to listen. "Jonah."

He stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder, making him turn around, his empty hazel eyes meeting concerned blue ones.

"Jonah? What's going on? Why do you have your bag and- are you crying? What happened?" Corbyn listed off questions, his eyes scanning over Jonah's body to make sure he was physically okay.