liquor

                                    

                                          
For some reason I was wide awake at three o'clock in the morning, mindlessly scrolling through my socials. Suddenly a text appeared at the top of my screen from JJ.
JJ
Are you awake? 
Y/n
Yeah, everything okay?
read 3:14 am
That's odd, JJ never leaves me on read. You could say we have a little bit of a thing going on but nothing was official yet. Now, being too anxious to sleep, I went back to our messages and texted again. 
Y/n
JJ?
read 3:22 am 
My stomach sank as an uneasy feeling washed over me. Do I go over there? No way, I couldn't. JJ told me never to show up to his house uninvited. He always told me he was scared his dad would hit me if he was having an outburst but in this moment I didn't care. Something was wrong, I could feel it. 
Y/n
If you don't answer this text I'm coming over. 
read 3:33 am 
"Have it your way, Maybank." I whispered to myself as I threw my comforter off my body and slipped some black sweatpants on. After quietly walking down my hallway to not wake my parents up I slipped my shoes on and walked onto the front porch. 
Knowing my car starting would wake my parents I decided to walk to his house, he lived three blocks away so it wouldn't take too long. As I walked I pulled my phone out again, not a single text from him. I picked up my pace a bit when I started to feel more worried. 
I finally got to his yard and saw some lights were on in his house, along with screaming so loud I could hear it ten feet away from his door. 
I got closer and was finally able to make out what they were saying, "You're a fuck up, JJ! That's all you'll ever be!" Luke screamed, "You think those kids actually give a shit about you!? That girl!? No!" 
Without hesitation I pried the door open to his house and rushed into the living room where the commotion was coming from, "Hey!" I shouted. 
JJ was in the corner of the room with his knees to his chest, his dad kicking him and screaming mumbled words. I could smell the liquor, bottles were also scattered across the living room floor. 
"Oh wow, the little bitch actually came to your rescue!" Luke yelled in astonishment, bending over to get right in JJ's face. My hands turned to fists at my sides. 
"Shut up, Luke." I seethed. 
"What was that, sweetheart? I couldn't quite hear ya." Luke said as he sauntered my way. I gulped and tried my best to appear as if I wasn't scared of him, but honestly, I was terrified. 
"I said, shut the fuck up, Luke!" I raised my voice as he leaned towards me, the liquor smell filling my nose with each breath I took, "You're a fucking low life drunk!" 
"You wanna come into my house," He shoved my shoulders against the wall, "call me names," His hands went around my throat, "and expect me to let you walk outta here!?" 
"Get your fucking hands off her!" JJ shouted. I heard the click of a gun and froze and so did his father as he spun around, letting his hold on me go as I took a deep breath. 
"Do it, boy!" Luke said, holding his arms outstretched, "Shoot me, shoot your own father."
I saw the tears gathering in JJ's eyes and it took everything in me not to break down. His hands began shaking as he clenched his jaw, doing his best to take deep breathes. 
"Step away from her." JJ said with a shaky voice, pointing the barrel of the gun away from me. His dad listened and took a few steps to the left, away from his father, who was right in front of me. 
"JJ-" 
"Don't!" JJ cut me off, still staring at his dad, "You took everything from me!" His shouts were now directed at his dad as I slowly made my way behind the distraught boy. His hands began to shake more as my hand laid on his shoulder, slowly creeping down his arm until my hand was over his, bringing the gun down. 
"You pussy whipped son of a bitch!" Luke laughed manically. JJ spun around to face me and broke down, his head hitting my shoulder as I held him close to me, "How do you do it, Y/n? Are you fucking my son, is that it?" He continued. 
I grabbed the gun out of JJ's hand and pointed it at his father, "Keep running your fucking mouth! See how far that gets you!" 
"More of a man than my own son, let's see what you got!" In two quick strides Luke was now standing at the end of the gun, the barrel touching his forehead. JJ's grip on my waist tightened. 
"Do it." He whispered in my ear. My eyes widened at his voice. He wanted me to kill his father? 
Within seconds I held the gun upwards and fired off a round, making both of the men jump.
"Consider that a fucking warning." I threatened Luke. In one swift motion I emptied the clip from the gun, listening as the bullets hit the floor, "Come on." I said softly to JJ as we began walking towards the door. 
"You can't just come in here, shoot at my fucking ceiling and take my son!" Luke yelled. I ushered JJ out the front door before turning around. 
"I just did, what the fuck are you gonna do about it?" I seethed, "Why don't you sit in the couch and down another bottle of liquor?" Without waiting for a response I slammed the door shut and wrapped my arms back around JJ, he was still worked up. 
"Where are we going?" He asked as we walked. 
"My house, you can stay there as long as you want." I assured him, our steps falling into rhythm as they hit the asphalt. 
"Why'd you show up, Y/n? I told you never to show up at my house—"
"What would've happened if I didn't, JJ? You scared the shit out of me when you stopped answering my texts." I said a bit harsher than I had intended, "I'm sorry I just—I don't know what I would've done if something happened to you." The walk back to my house went by quick and before I knew it we were quietly walking down the hall and to my room. After locking my bedroom door behind me I gestured for JJ to lay down in my bed. 
"Thank you." He said softly as I joined him on the other side, "You probably saved my life." When he turned he groaned in pain.
"I'm glad I got there when I did." I whispered back. He leaned over and rested his head on my chest as his arms wrapped around me. I let my fingers brush through his hair, carefully getting any knots out I came across, "I love you, Maybank. I really do." 
"I love you too, L/n."