Abusive Love

38. Dark Red

I drove in silence since I already had a headache. I got to the house in about ten minutes and unlocked the door. I didn't realize until now how messy Jay's house was. I almost gagged when I noticed the smell. I was tired, but I needed to take my mind off of Jay. 

I got the cleaning products out of the closet and got started in the living room. There were open boxes of pizza and wings with flies circling around them. I quickly picked them up and threw them in the trash. I remember cleaning my mom's house since she would never do it. I hated to admit it, but I missed my mom. Well, I missed the sober her. Even when she was strung out on drugs, she had a weird way of showing her affection.

 I ended up turning on some music on my new phone and kept cleaning.

2 hours later

I ended up zoning out and cleaning for hecka long. Jay still isn't back. I'm pretty sure he's with a girl. Even though part of me hates him, the other half of me feels a tinge of jealousy. The house was spotless, and I lit a few vanilla candles to get rid of the bleach smell. I ate some strawberries before going upstairs to take a bath. I wanted to get as much stuff done before Jay put that ridiculous collar back on me. I got in the bathtub and started to look at the news. Jay was trending once again for being found not guilty. I sighed and put my phone away.

30 minutes later

The water started to get cold, so I got out and dried off. I put on some pajama pants and a tank top and washed my face. I had cleaned the guest room, but I had a feeling Jay would be upset if I slept in there. I crawled into Jay's bed and turned off the lights. Although Jay's bed was warm and cozy, I felt cold inside. My vision began to blur, and darkness surrounded me. I woke up to the front door slamming shut. I bolted up and checked the time. It was 4 am, I groaned and tried to go back to sleep, but then I heard a loud noise. I got up and went downstairs.

"Jay, what was th-," I stopped mid-sentence when I saw Jay was against the door and holding his side.

 His tracksuit was dark red, and he could barely keep his eyes open. I gasped and ran towards him. All of the hate I felt towards him was gone for the rest of the night. I took off his jacket and saw his wife-beater was even more bloody. I went to the medicine cabinet and started grabbing hecka stuff. Jay was still groaning, but it was even worse. I cut open his shirt and got some big ass tweezer things. I knew what a bullet wound looked like since my mom got shot twice when she didn't pay back her debt. I practically shoved a cloth into Jay's mouth so he could clinch on something before I took the bullet out. I took a deep breath and began searching for the bullet in his side. I could hear Jay scream through the cloth, but I tried to ignore it. Finally, I found it, and I gently pulled it out.

 "It's gonna be ok, you're not gonna leave me," I said before grabbing the rubbing alcohol.

 I poured it on the wound, and Jay grabbed my arm super hard. I found some Neosporin in my pile of random medical things, I don't think it was meant for bullet wounds, but it would have to do. I applied it, and Jay loosened his grip on me. I got some cotton and taped it onto his side, and began lifting him up so I could wrap gauze around him. He groaned but eventually sat up. I put the gauze around his stomach and then got up. I got some blankets and pillows from the linen cabinet and put them on the couch since he wouldn't be able to go to his room upstairs. After doing that, I went back to Jay and helped him stand up and lay down on the couch. After tucking him in, I went back upstairs. I knew he's literally horrible to me, but I couldn't just leave him there. I got back in the bed and quickly fell asleep.

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