It's You and Me. Always. (JJxREADER)

Chapter 5: Home.

TW ⚠️MENTIONS OF ABUSE⚠️

Y/N's POV:

I decided to go 'home' and by that, I mean the house my mum and her arsehole boyfriend Paul lived. Walking up to the door, I rummaged through my pocket for the key that I barely ever used because I barely ever here.

I quietly opened the door, tiptoeing into the house, hoping I didn't wake anyone up. I made my way over to the kitchen and went over to the fridge, struggling to remember the last time I ate. As I was looking through the fridge, I could sense that someone was behind me. I turned around to see Paul's ugly-ass face a few inches from mine.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he spat, showcasing his yellow teeth and his breath that reeked of alcohol.

"I live here, remember?" I said, pushing him away from me and making my way upstairs. Before I could take more than a steps away from him, I felt a sharp tug on my arm, turning me to face Paul and instantly his hand collided with my cheek, causing me to fall into a heap on the floor.

With all his force, he kicked my stomach. I hunched over in pain, using all my strength to stop me from crying out in agony. He kicked me again, and again, and again, until I was sure I would have multiple bruises and maybe even a broken rib. He only stopped when I was lying on the floor, unable to move a muscle.

"Remember whose house this is, you little slut." He spat at me, turning on his heel and leaving me on the floor. That's the third time today I've been called a slut, people need to start thinking of something else to call me because it's getting a little boring.

I used all my energy to stand up and drag myself to my bedroom, the pain was unbearable, but I couldn't stay here a second longer. I changed as quickly as I could into some comfy shorts and a hoodie, then I packed some of my clothes in a bag.

I left the house as quickly as possible, which was quite difficult with the gut-wrenching pain present in my abdomen, and made my way over to John B's house, hoping JJ wouldn't be there. By the time I arrived, it was already 2:34am. It took me forever to walk to John B's, all because of Paul.

I opened the door, and was relieved to see that no one was in the living room. Maybe JJ went to his own house tonight? I walked over to the spare bedroom and opened the door. I jumped slightly when I saw JJ sitting on the bed, head in his hands. His head shot up when I opened the door, relief flooding his face.

"Y/N! I thought you went home." JJ said, making his way over to me so he could hug me. I pushed him away gently, I haven't forgiven him for what he called me. His eyes filled with hurt when I pushed him away and it broke my heart, but that doesn't excuse his actions.

"I did, but Paul happened and I came back here." I replied, avoiding eye contact with him.

"Listen, Y/N, I didn't mean what I said. I was just really pissed off seeing you with that fuckboy and I took my anger out on you. Your my best friend and I would never do anything to hurt you. I'm so sorry." he said, his tone filled with sadness and regret. I finally looked into his eyes and saw that he was tearing up a bit. This made me realise how much he didn't mean it, he would never do something on purpose just to hurt me.

I put my hand on his cheek, gently wiping away a tear that managed to escape, and said, "It's okay JJ, I accept your apology."

His eyes brightened instantly and a smile spread across his face as he embraced me in a tight hug. I let out a small squeal in pain as he hugged me, causing him to pull away and look at me with concern.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" he questioned me nervously.

"No, of course you didn't hurt me. Like I said before, Paul happened." I said with a slight chuckle in order to lighten the mood, my hand clutching my stomach. It didn't work as JJ's eyes filled with worry whilst he lifted my hoodie up, slowly revealing all the bruises Paul had left on my body.