Saviour (Jayy Von Monroe)

eight - this girl is on fire

I stared at myself in my life-size mirror, cocking my head to the side. My blonde hair was starting to dull, and I was beginning to hate it on myself. I knew Jayy loved it, but I honestly was tired of it. I've had this hair color for five years now, and I only kept it because it looked good with my eyes.

I walked to my vanity table, opening up a drawer. Inside were random boxes of hair dye and hair products. I rummaged through all the colors, groaning. There was too many to choose from!

I decided on purple, since I had never had purple hair before. I took the box out of the drawer kicking it shut. I walked into my bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I brushed through my hair, setting the box on my marble counter. I parted my hair down the middle, removing my bangs from my face.

"Here goes nothing," I said to myself, ripping the box open at the top 

I took out the bottle of color and the tiny comb, reading the instructions. I mix up the dye with the developer, before I begin squirting it onto my head in various places, combing the dye evenly into my hair. 

[Two hours later]

I took my hair out of the cap, flipping it over into my bathtub. I turned the faucet on, washing away the excess dye. I watched as the tub turned purple, and stood back up. I walked to the cabinet, putting my hair up in a towel. I wiped some eyeliner on my eyes and dabbed away the excess purple dye off the side of my face.

"Should I cut my hair?" I asked myself, then laughed, "Nahhhhh."

"What are you laughing about?" I heard a male say, and I screamed, startled.

 I turned to the doorway, seeing Jayy standing there, newly red hair. I groaned, placing a hand over my thumping heart, "You asshole, you scared the living shit out of me!"I cried, slapping his chest

Jayy laughed loudly, "Sorry babe, you were laughing at nothing," 

"I'm so funny, I laughed at myself," I replied snidely, "I see you dyed your hair," I said

"Yes I did. What about yours?" Jayy said 

 I took my hair out of the towel, noticing it was curly as hell. I brushed through it, smiling. My hair was now a vibrant purple. It looked good.

"Looking amazing babe, as usual," Jayy said, "Whatcha wanna do today?" Jayy asked, plopping down on my bed

I laid down beside him, leaning up on my elbows, "I dunno. We start school in three weeks, we need to go school clothes shopping," I said

Jayy groaned, "Ugh, school. Fuck my life,"

“JayyBear, it's only eighth grade. You'll be okay. I'll bethere with you," I said

"That's the only reason I wanna go," Jayy said, "So we're going shopping?" Jayy asked
I nodded in glee, jumping up.

We arrived at Kohls, Jayy hopping in one of the carts. I laughed, pushing him through to the juniors section. I stopped at the skinny jean section, looking at the various colors. I picked up a pair of purple, throwing them on Jayy's lap. I did the same with five other colors, laughing as Jayy's head was lodged in a pants leg.

"You dumbass get that off your head," I laughed, pushing him to the mens section

Jayy hopped out, walking to the jean section. He threw a pair of black and red jeans in the cart, and smiled over at me. He walked over to me slowly, and then kissed my lips softly. I smiled, and then heard gasps behind us.

I turned around, seeing a bunch of popular kids. Jayy froze, holding me around my waist. I rolled my eyes, holding my hand over Jayy's.

"What?" I asked the people innocently

"Your dating the fag?" Bree, the blonde bimbo who's hated me for years, asked

"Ew why?!" Derek, the "buff" jock said

"Why? Because I love him. To you, he's a fag. To me, he's the best man in this world. He's more of a man then you, Derek. And he's not a fag, by the way," I snarled

They huffed, "And your dating the dyke because?" Derek asked Jayy

"First off, she clearly isn't a dyke. And I'm dating her because I love her so much. She's been my rock for the years of torment I've underwent. She's why I breathe. Fuck you," Jayy said

I smiled, and saw them start to gasp. They finally saw it. They saw the change in Jayy. They saw the change in us.

They ran off, clearly stunned. I turned around and faced Jayy, smiling, "I love you Jayy,"

"Girl, I love you!" Jayy said, leaning down to press his lips to mine

I smiled, tugging on his lipring. He laughed at me, holding my hand as we shopped even more. 

Three grueling hours later, we heaved into my house, since Jayy's mom was working all night. Jayy heaved our bags upstairs, tossing them on my bedroom carpet. He threw himself on my bed, groaning. I laughed, sitting beside him.

"Jayy, go take a shower. You have extra clothes," I said

Jayy groaned, but nodded. He kissed me once more, and hopped up. He ran to my dresser, grabbing some boxers, a shirt, and some shorts. He disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door halfway open.

I turned my TV on, watching MTV's "True Life." Seriously, I could relate to half of this shit on this show. It's scary.

I heard my shower turn on, and I stood up. I strutted to my life-size mirror in the corner of my room, grabbing my hair brush. I brushed through my tangled purple hair, grabbing a hair tie.

I pulled my hair up, leaving my choppy bangs and sidelayers down. I wiped off my makeup, cleaned it up with a deep cleansing wash that my mom gave me from Proactiv, and walked to my dresser.

I pulled out a pair of black "Kiss My Ass" bootyshorts, a large "Evanescence: The Open Door Tour" shirt, and some socks. I stripped down to my underwear and bra, looking back at the mirror. I looked at my stomach, sighing.

Nobody, I mean NOBODY, knew this. But a few weeks ago...I was raped. Attacked by an old boyfriend who somehow found me without Jayy. I guess he was sick and his mom wasn't letting him see anyone since he was contagious, and I was out without my mother [how stupid of me]. And the outcome of the rape, was my virginity taken forcefully, pain for at least two days, and...he got me pregnant.

And I don't have the heart to abort it. I do not believe in abortion anyways. And I couldn't let this baby go to an adoption place, or a foster home. I don't trust them. I watch too much Law & Order: Special Victims Unit to know what happens in some of those choices to the children.

I felt the tears in my eyes as I pulled on my shorts to avoid looking at my swollen thighs, that still had bruises from his horrible grip on me. I walked to the mirror, still in my Hello Kitty bra, tears falling down my cheeks. I wiped them away, trying not to break out into a fit of sobs again. I touched my stomach, seeing the little bump forming.

I heard the bathroom door swing open, and I cried out, turning to see Jayy in alarm.
He blushed, but noticed the tears on my cheeks. He forgot I was almost-naked, and raced towards me. I covered my face in shame, sobbing.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He demanded

"J-Jayy...I'm pregnant," I cried out, looking into his shock filled eyes

All the color drained from his face. He froze. His eyes read, "You cheated on me,"

ooh shit drama

picture on side is Perrie's new hair