Desperado

part 57

LONG CHAPTER!
TW: BLOOD

i sit on the couch with my hands covering my ears begging for the noise to stop

begging for them to finish already, it's been a hour now and i'm in tears

please just stop

i slowly pull my hands away, the house has gotten quiet. my heart slowly stop racing as i hear the bedroom door opening and the sound of foot steps coming down the stairs

i hear some mumbling and as much as i want to pop out and kill this girl myself, i just doodle on my sheet of paper

i begged joey not to do it with her, because the thought of him touching or even looking at another girl bothers me

and all i can think about is the way his hands would wrap around her hair or the touch of his hands on her inner thighs

what if he couldn't stop himself because she's so beautiful. her eyes are broken and she's fragile, she falls in love quickly with anyone who shows her affection because she needs it

it's the only thing that keeps her sane, and joey craves that. he craves the affection she wants, her fragile and scarred body, he feels like he has to protect her

my heart slowly starts racing again, what if that's why he couldn't resist it?

maybe i'm being dramatic but he told me not to worry about it but i heard her moans... and his

he was enjoying it

the door slams shut and joey struts into the kitchen. his abs are dripping in sweat, his hair looks rough and i see her red lipstick has left a stain on his neck

he grabs a bottle of water and swallow it down with ibuprofen. i look away from him and start scribbling on my paper so he thinks i'm busy

did he not think that i would've heard them? that it would've hurt me? i guess i'll never know because i'm not going to ask

i keep my head down and ignore his presence

"baby" his voice catches me off guard

i bite my bottom lip and continue to keep my head down, don't look at him elena

"elle" he says and my eyes widen

my head shoots up at him, call me dramatic but joey hasn't called me elle in years, he always calls me by my first name never my nick name

"does ibuprofen work?" he ask me

that's it? he calls me by my nick name just to ask if ibuprofen works? i just nod at him and look back down at my paper

with the corner of my eye i notice his eyes are still on me. he has the bottle of water still in his hand with a confused face

he walks over to me and pulls the paper from my lap, "what are you drawing"

he stares at the paper and furrows his brows, "a bunch of lines, well it is very beautiful"

i pull the paper from his hand, "i got bored listening to you guys fucking"

i fold the paper in my hand and he chuckles

how is that funny?

he sits at the edge of the couch and stares at me, "you're upset what's wrong"

i ignore his question and shove the paper in my pocket, standing from the couch and walking to the fridge to grab myself a bottle of water