I was sitting in mine and John B's room, just writing a bit in my notebook. Thats how I let out emotions and contain memories. It was like a diary. I tried to write in it as much as possible.
As I finished the page, John B, my boyfriend, came rushing in. He was throwing stuff around, as if, he was looking for something. "John B?" He didn't look up and continued to rummage around the room. "John B" I said a bit more stern and he looked at me.
He was fuming, steam practically coming out of his ears. "What's going on" "he killed him" I tilted my head in confusion. "What?" "He killed him. He killed my father" "who?" I said quietly. "Ward. He KILLED HIM" he said, yelling at the end.
I gasped and pulled John B into my embrace. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around me and started sobbing. I held him tight, trying to calm him down. "Shh it's ok. I got you, try to breathe" he cried into my neck and held me tighter. "I hate him so much, I could kill him Y/N" "i know you hate him but you'll go to jail baby"
I rubbed my boyfriends back and we swayed back and forth slowly. Soon enough, he calmed down and we layed down on the bed. "Everythings ok, we'll figure it out. I promise!" "I love you babygirl" "I love you JB, so much."
A/N- sorry it's short. I needed to post something and wrote this quickly. I'm trying to post but school is exhausting and dance is crazy.
