Don't Need Them - John Laurens x Reader {DISCONTINUED}

- 54 -

~ the next day ~

Your POV

"I don't get it. Why wouldn't he lie?" John questioned.

Detective Garcia had just left after coming in to ask John questions about that night, as well as questions about the trio as a whole. He'd also told us a bit about what they'd told him, and what would be happening next. There would be a trial sometime in the coming weeks, once John was feeling mostly better.

"I don't know, príncipe. But it saves you from any potential problems. Not that you should have to face any," I mumbled the last part.

"Even if Alexander lied, I don't see how they woulda saved themselves by much. There's gonna be kidnapping and assault charges," John responded.

"And break-in charges," I added. "That's how we got into this mess in the first place."

"Right.. It's hard to forget that part..." John trailed off, looking at his hands in his lap.

I looked at him. "Príncipe? What're you thinkin' about?"

"Just.. that night," he answered slowly. "We fell asleep peacefully and yet next thing I know, there's a scream and you ain't in bed. Then I run to Fran's room and see you unconscious and her cryin' and bein' held by Alexander. I don't... I think..."

"John..."

"And yet though, that ain't even the worst part. I had to watch him run right past me and outta the room, and right when I thought I could get 'em.. when Frances was right there and I could almost grab Alexander and save her... Hercules grabbed me instead.

And all I was able to do was watch them run by. I-I got to watch 'em slam the f*ckin' car doors and drive off right in front of my own damn eyes..!"

There were tears threatening to spill from John's hazel eyes. I reached for one of his hands, twining our fingers together. "I'm sorry, baby.. She's back now though; it's gonna be alright."

John shook his head after a moment. "And then- An-An' then there was you, (N/N)," he choked out. "I ran back upstairs an' no matter what I did, yo-you wouldn't respond; you wouldn't w-wake up. Lafayette had managed to-to draw some blood an-an' just- just y-your breathin', it was- I-I didn't know if- I-I just--"

By that point, the tears had escaped and were streaming down, his breaths coming out in short, sharp gasps. He pressed his free hand to his mouth, muffling a sob. "I-I was s-so scared for y-you an' her, yet I c-couldn't--!"

"Shh, shh. C'mere, príncipe..." I instructed softly.

I had to be careful hugging John as to not put him in anymore pain than he was still feeling, but I found a way to, letting his head fall to my shoulder.

"It's behind us now, baby.." I whispered, tentatively placing my hand against his head. When he didn't wince though, I kept it there. "Fran and I are both okay, and you're gonna be okay too. They won't be able to hurt us again for a long while, I'm sure of it."

Part of the situation felt surreal honestly. John Laurens, my husband, cracking and breaking down. I hardly ever saw him in tears, even with what we'd gone through with the trio both during and post-break-ups.

Usually, the roles were reversed. John always kept all his negativity in a tightly sealed jar, so to say. As hard as I tried to, I wasn't nearly as good at it as he was (lol that's a lie b u t -). I couldn't even pinpoint my own emotions at the current moment.

Seeing him finally break as hard as he did was definitely a knife to the heart. Yet as much as it hurt me, deep down, I was starting to get angry.

It was the trio's fault.

Had they not done any of what they'd just done, it wouldn't be happening. Had they just left us alone once the break-ups happened, it wouldn't be happening. Had they just realized we didn't need them...

...it wouldn't be happening.

Thoughts of the trio used to almost always make me more sad than anything. A couple years of a solid relationship washed down the drain in a matter of months. But then, as they started to change, so did my feelings.

They didn't make me sad anymore. They'd hurt us too much and finally crossed the line.

If they thought they had a way to lighten up their sentences we knew they were getting, they sure as hell didn't.

i said more angst this chapter s o r r y

also sorry if it's a lowkey disaster but i didn't really know what to do s o -

also also did y'all like the whole article thing bc i did that before i redid the old chapters and i have other ways too of displaying info of the i n c i d e n t. it's a nice change in my opinion-

anyway i hope y'all liked this tho and i'll cya n e x t c h a p t e r

~ Galaxy