I calmed my sobs down.
Joe looked guilty, very guilty. I just know that he had sex with that half-naked girl, Serena, from the restaurant. Gosh, why did I even agree to give him a second chance? Not that I planned or hoped to have a baby at fifteen, but, what if he killed it? I still care about other human lives, especially those living inside of me.
"Joe, what the heck!? You went against your promise too! Gosh, I knew that wannabe was bad news. I should've stayed at the restaurant, I knew it! Why is life so horrible?!" I screamed standing up to Joe's eyes level.
I looked at him and cleared some tears from my cheeks and straightened the position of my body up. Nick stood up along with me and stood about a yard behind me.
Joe looked hurt inside, and strangely, I felt bad about it, but at the same time, glad. I mean, he had taken my heart and shattered it into a million pieces, not only once, but twice.
"I don't care if you love me, I don't care if you're sorry, and I don't care what you do to try and win my heart back! I'm done with all of this! Done with you, your games, and the fact that you think that you can just break my heart twice and one day and go and have sex with some girl that you just met and be able to win me back and make it up to me by giving me a rose and taking me out to dinner! But you know what, you can't!"
I looked back at sympathetic, wide-eyed Nick whose mouth was dropped to the ground.
"How does this feel?" I asked, making sure to get my point across that I was not under a little spell he thought he had me under, he being Joe.
I walked over to Nick and planted a quick, deep kiss on Nick's lips. Sure, he was shocked at first, but eventually gave into the kiss. I turned our bodies around so that Nick's back was facing Joe. Nick began to nibble on my neck. I moaned slightly to drive Joe off of the edge. I smirked at him evilly and brought Nick's lips back up to mine.
The passionate kiss was interrupted by me roughly being forced into the couch by a certain Joe. He kissed me roughly and fingered with the hem of my shirt. He ripped it off and threw it to the wall. He forcefully kissed me and wouldn't let me go. I kept fighting him off, but he was too string. Thank goodness Nick was there or I would've been in for it.
Nic ripped Joe off of me and threw him to the ground.
I rushed over and got my shirt, slipped it back on, and ran straight back to where Nick had thrown Joe on the ground.
Joe pulled Nick on the ground and started to punch him repeatedly in the face, mid-body, chest, legs, lower-body, and everywhere else.
"Joe, leave him alone!" I yelled.
"Why? I'm not good enough for you, so why should I listen to you?! I gave everything for you, and what did I get back? A pregnant girlfriend, that's what. Oh, and the worst part is, my brother knocked you up. Not me, your boyfriend, but my brothers." He yelled back at me, still hitting Nick.
Kevin walked in and saw the scene before him and immediately took action. He rushed over to Joe and Nick and pulled them apart.
"What happened?!" he yelled at both of them.
Nick and Joe started yelling things at Kevin, at the same time, making it inaudible for him.
I couldn't take it! I started to clean up the living room and I rushed upstairs. I ripped my suitcases out of my closet and plopped them on the bed. Tears streamed from my eyes and I was feeling light headed. I threw all of my cloths into the suitcases and put on some shoes. I also put on a jacket and closed the suitcases, the kind you would see people traveling on the Titanic using. I rushed down stairs, shoved past Joe, and ran out the door. Where I was going, I wasn't sure.
I needed to get out of there, and I needed to do it fast.
I walked down the street, but was interrupted by my name being called from a distance. I knew that voice anywhere. It was the voice that whispered sweet songs in my ear, the voice that calmed me when I was mad, comforted me when I was sad, the voice that I had learned to love and trust over the years, the voice that called my name when he came to my house when he returned from a long tour, the ones I could never go on because I had school work and didn't want to miss anything. He voice of America's heartthrob, Joe Jonas.
I stopped dead in my tracks and felt the worst pain I had ever felt in my life come from my stomach. I cried in pain and fell onto my side. Everything started to become dark and the last thing I heard or saw was Joe, leaning down to my side and cradling me, telling me that everything was going to be okay.
Was it?