I'm ba-ack! Falling in Reverse is bae btw.

So this chapter in is John's POV, and ah, more feels on the way. I'm selling burning stakes and flaming knives, so you might want to buy one from me so we can all set fire to John's boyfriend.

TW: Slightly abusive behavior in this chapter, just be warned.

Read on~

My back hit the wall and I slid down, throwing my hands in front of my face to block his next punch. It didn't work; his fist collided with my jaw, and I knew a nasty bruise would form there. Tears continued to pour down my face as I struggled to get to my feet and escape, but he pinned me against the wall, putting his face close to mine, his teeth bared in a snarl.

"You're going to kiss me like you love it, or else." He threatened lowly, his hands clenching my hips. His fingers dug into my soft skin and I held back cries of pain, quickly nodding at his request.

He brought his lips to mine, and I weakly kissed him back, trying to put effort into it. Truth be told, I was dizzy from blood loss and had a major headache, as he had knocked me over earlier and I had hit my head rather badly on the floor.

"A-Aaron please—" I whimpered as he pulled away from the kiss, glaring at me. Then his face relaxed and he kissed me again, much softer this time, gently biting my bottom lip.

"I love you." He spoke seriously.

"I love you too." I choked out, tears rolling down my cheeks as I thought of a certain blond man with striking red eyes.

Aaron made me kiss him a few more times before he was satisfied, effectively bruising my bottom lip. I hoped he wouldn't make my injuries too obvious, or Karkat would start asking questions again. That day in the coffee shop, I had been silently freaking out, knowing Aaron would get pissed even though he was the reason for my injuries in the first place.

I wanted to tell Karkat so he could help me out, but I was terrified at the same time. What if Aaron hurt him like he hurt me every day? I couldn't stand that thought, so for now I kept silent. I stayed with my dad, but my boyfriend slept over most nights, so I was never safe. My dad, who I thought would be the first to notice, was actually the most oblivious and thought Aaron was much better of a match for me then Dave.

He didn't know that every night, I treated my wounds and cried myself to sleep. My life had become one living hell. I think Aaron was bipolar, because sometimes he was nice, but when he got too enraged or excited…everything went downhill for me.

Sniffling, I let him lead me to my bathroom, where he carefully cleaned my injuries so they were less noticeable. When I met his gaze in the opposite mirror, he smiled slightly, meaning he was in a good mood. That meant he would make me dinner, cuddle me, let me bake cookies, or something else like that.

It was late night, so as I got to bed with his arms around me, more tears slid down my cheeks. I didn't love him; I hated him and I wanted nothing to do with him. but he knew my phone number and where I lived, so I was trapped.

Trapped in his arms.

The next morning, as I was making breakfast and coffee for myself and Aaron, I got a phone call from an unknown number. I picked it up with a frown.

"Hello?" I spoke as I cradled the phone between my ear and my shoulder, trying to flip the omelet.

"John? It's—it's me. Dave."

I nearly dropped the phone as I quickly turned off the stovetops and looked around for my boyfriend. He was still asleep, so I crept into the bathroom and locked myself in.

"Why are you calling?" I asked a little more harshly than intended, and he coughed nervously, unlike him.

"I—I know yesterday was supposed to be the day we finalized the divorce papers but I just can't do it. John, I love you. I never stopped loving you." His voice broke a little, and I realized he was crying on the opposite end. Tears pooled in my own eyes.

"Dave you know I love you too but—"
"But what John? We're still married. You can still come and live with me in my apartment. What's stopping you?"

"I—"

"Who are you talking to?" A voice growled behind me, and I nearly fainted as I clutched the phone to my chest, whirling around to face Aaron. He knitted his eyebrows together angrily, stepping forward.

"John? Who is that?" Dave's voice sounded in the empty room, and I squeaked in fear as he snatched the phone from me and held it up to his ear.

"This is John's boyfriend. Who is this?" Aaron snapped.

"John's husband." Dave spoke smoothly, and I winced as my boyfriend shot me a murderous glare, his hand reaching out and wrapping around my neck.

"S-stop! Dave!" I screamed, tears in my eyes as I tried to move away, Aaron's grip tightening with every move I made.

"John? John what's wrong? Jo—" Dave's panicked voice was cut off by Aaron hanging up the phone and throwing me onto the floor. Terrified, I scrambled to my feet and tried to run, but he swung his leg out and tripped me.

"Aaron, please—" Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I backed up against the counter, my blue eyes wide with fear.

He walked towards me with an angry look on his face, and I squeezed my eyes shut, praying to the higher power to help me.

*sigh* Sad, right?

Review if you want John to be saved by Dave. Next chapter will have lots of Sollux and Karkat drama.

~samx