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Bruises:: Jimohnny :: Chapt 4

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"It's fine, Johnny. Look, fits in all four corners of the coffin." Jimmy said proudly as he stepped away from the bunk now freshly made with the crisp new covers. He had made sure the others didn't see as they brought their shopping finds inside the bus (though they all honestly seemed more worried about what was going on with the football), smuggling them into the small bedroom and dumping them on the edge of Johnny's bed. Disallowing the younger man to do any of the work of fitting the sheets, Jimmy had busied himself with the task, setting about with making sure that the made bed was absolutely perfect for the youngest to sleep in, fluffing up the newly bought pillow and placing it at the head of the bed. Johnny had to admit that it looked very inviting and Jimmy wasn't as useless as he had once seemed in his head, he hadn't laid his head on a pillow since they had started touring, the others finding it one of their favourite games to just steal all of his covers and either destroy them or hide them away from the younger so he had to suffer through the cold nights. The fact that the drummer would do such a thing for him had ignited a flame of distrust in the bassist's chest, and he wasn't so sure that it wasn't a ploy from Jimmy to get him to do something against his will. Inspecting the bed, Johnny sighed, tentatively sitting on the edge of it and running his small hand over it's pristinely made surface, fighting back showing his inner joy at having a nice place to sleep, even if it would only last a night. Jimmy definitely held a sense of triumph that portrayed on his round, pale face. He had never managed to do anything that would make a positive difference to Johnny, and this simple act definitely had, seeing his outward amazement no matter how much the youngest was trying to hide it, even if he was trying not to smile. Jimmy liked to think he knew all about the boy sat on the edge of the bunk, but he had realised that over the past few years they had grown very drastically apart, and he was no longer the kid he was pushing away, but the man he wanted so desperately to let in.

Plopping down on the bed at Johnny's side, Jimmy let a wide smile cross his face, asking "So, do you like it?" Any conversation out of the quiet little man was good conversation in Jimmy's mind, and the look of hope he wore was childish but so desperate for some sort of exchange of words between them both. He noted the way that like a beaten dog, Johnny's eyes remained on the floor as if afraid that eye contact would bring pain. Any kind of contact brought pain, Johnny didn't dare look or even glance in Jimmy's direction for fear of it being taken the wrong way, gulping down the lump in his throat at the sudden closing in of space between he and the drummer. Jimmy couldn't be trusted. Making the bed for him was probably just a ploy to get him to do something in return or being owed a beating somewhere down the line, though Johnny guessed it wouldn't be too long until Jimmy returned to his old self. Tensing up in terror when he felt the oldest member's spidery hand between his shoulder blades in a comforting manner, Johnny looked over, eyes wide and fearful as he moved out of arm's reach, mumbling,

"Y-yeah… It's uh… It's really great." A shaking hand found itself up and brushed through his hair to try and calm his nerves, looking back down at his lap with a small wince at Jimmy's next question that constricted his airways and left him fairly silent.

"What's wrong?"

"Everything."

Jimmy frowned at the response, looking back at the made bed with a small frown. And he had been so sure Johnny would like it, too, pushing himself over closer to the small man and stroking a hand back between his shoulder blades. He knew things weren't right with Johnny and probably never would be completely okay, but Jimmy had no idea how to help, how to make things better, catching the tears in the younger man's eyes and sighing to himself. "I know it's not much, but right now I don't know what else to do to make things okay."  He admitted, glad that this time the youngest had no where else to go and no where to run to though it obviously wasn't sitting well with the bassist. He could see how the younger man's frame was trembling in plain fear of being in such a close proximity of Jimmy, his arms wrapped so defensively around his ribs (which had been broken too many times for the drummer to count) and trying to keep his body turned away from Jimmy, shaking his head as he got to his feet.

"You think getting me new covers will make things better? You think if you make my bed for me all the shit is supposed to go away? God, you're so fuckin' messed up."

Johnny's voice was like venom dripping from a forked tongue, glaring down at Jimmy and tugging his sleeves down to his wrists when he noticed them riding up, endangering his well kept secret. He wouldn't let the drummer have the satisfaction of knowing how deeply the abuse was getting to him, slash marks across his veins that were hidden by his thick hoodie most of the time. If not that, then usually a bandage claming he had sprained his wrist or a sweatband, Johnny had become a master at hiding wounds or damage that had been done to him over the years, one extra bandage around his wrist usually went unnoticed by the others which he guessed was a good thing. Jimmy sighed, getting back to his feet and looking down on Johnny, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder. "I know it won't make it okay, I'm just tryin' to he—"

"Well, don't try. Just leave me alone, I don't want your fuckin' pity…" Johnny's body turned from Jimmy, keeping his arms firmly wrapped around himself for protection as he glanced over his small shoulder, about to say more when the bedroom door was flung open, and the large body of their singer inhabited the doorway. Matt could easily kill Johnny, the singer's bulging biceps about as big as Johnny's head and his grip so deathly strong, there was no way that Johnny would ever survive if Matt decided to go after him. Today seemed to be one of those days, and the bassist could only back away with his hands raised in self defence as a balled fist made contact with his cheekbone, causing him to fall back on his rear, peering up in terror as Matt demanded,

"What the fuck is going on in here? I told you, Seward, I never want to hear you speak a god damn word to anybody in this fuckin' place, y'hear me?! You aren't fucking good enough to talk to any of us!"

"Y-yes s-s-sir…"

"What?!"

"Yes s-sir!"

One again, Jimmy found himself doing nothing, stood in awe at the edge of the bed watching the scene unfold with eyes wide in surprise and shock, unaware of what he had to do to call off the attack on Johnny, who had really done nothing wrong. He had nothing to say to the singer that would make any difference in what was going on in the tiny space of the bedroom, knowing how badly he too could be beaten if he decided to stick up for Johnny, but his own cowardice was sickening him, seeing Johnny crawling back on the floor away from them both, tears rolling down his bruising cheek as Matt taunted with a roar of mighty laughter down at the pathetic excuse for a bassist, "Look! I made the little brat cry again! Y'gonna run away now, y'little fucker? Y'gonna cry t'your momma?" He demanded, Johnny sat shaking on the floor as he brushed away his tears, bleary eyes searching for an exit and seeing only the bathroom door at the end of the bedroom. It would have to do as a place of safety for the time being, and Johnny scrambled to his feet, rushing as fast as his legs would carry him into the bleachy-smelling safe haven he had discovered, a wince coming from Jimmy as he heard the bathroom door slam and lock tight, shaking his head softly. He hadn't done what he promised himself, he had promised to look after Johnny and yet now, as Matt turned and left the room still laughing to himself at the entertainment he had created for himself, all the drummer could hear was the desperate sobs coming from the closed off bathroom, and the quiet begs of,

"Please… Please… Someone just take me away… I want to die..."
Chapter four is very short and not too good, but I know people have been waiting for this and I'll work harder on the next one. xD

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LlamaSaysQuack's avatar
Oh johnny :( I wanna look after him so badly
More please?