#jcolequotes

TW: attempted rape, trauma & pain🥲.

A/N i like started writing like three weeks ago on wattpad, so i thought why not bring my writing here :) all of this is my work! follow my wattpad @aintdatgigi to see my work on there <3

summary: "He tried to rape me," There. The words came out in barely a whisper, she was surprised Jermaine even heard her say it. "I kept trying to push him off and he wouldn't stop! And I wanted to say something but he told me you wouldn't-" Y/n stops, tears running down her face and her eyes turning red.

word count: 1564 (i gots into ittt mkayyy🥲.)

Y/n is awoken by the aroma of her fiancé's blueberry pancakes. Y/n and Jermaine have been together since their first year of college. Once he made this breakfast for her, it quickly became her favorite. She inhales the rich aroma as she sniffs the air, quickly putting on her slippers. She quickly brushes her teeth and does her skincare.

"Babyyyy! You made pancakes!" She squeals as she sits on their stools. Jermaine chuckles as he puts the cakes on their plate. His dreads were pulled back into a ponytail, with one laying freely in the front side of his head. He had on a Cookie Monster apron, one of the many random items Y/N came home with that reminded her of him. "Yea, you been beggin for too long. It was getting annoying."

Y/n sucks her teeth as she pours syrup on her food. "Shut up. You literally deprived me of my favorite food for months." Jermaine grabs a stool and sits next to his soon to be wife. "So, I invited a couple of my guys over, I hope that's okay."

"Who all's coming?"

"My guys! Zavi and Davon, remember?"

Davon. The name was like nails on a chalkboard to Y/n. She unwillingly fiddles with her fork as the memories come rushing back to her.

"Baby, me and Zavi finna go grab some more beer. You gonna be good wit just Davon?" Jermaine's voice elevates to their upstairs from the front door. "Yeah. He's just chillin on the couch. We'll be good!" Y/n shouts back.

"Okay. I love you!" The door slams shut.

"Do you need anything?" Y/n walks over to Davon, who's on his phone. He looks up at her. His dark brown eyes were fixed on hers, never letting go of her gaze. "Nah. Imma jus chill and watch tv. Thank you though."

"Okay, imma be in the shower." Y/n says. She grabs her towel and heads into the shower, closing the door behind her. Her speaker bumps PARTYNEXTDOOR as she washes her hair, getting through all of her strands. The glass fogs with humidity so she never saw Davon peeking through the door. It was only until she turned off the shower that she noticed his eyes in the corner of the mirror.

She stumbles back, dropping all of her's and Jermaine's body soap and hair wash. "What the fuck are you doing in here??" Y/n screams.

"Shhh. This'll be quick." He rushes towards her and pins her arms back while leading her to the bed. Her wet naked body soaks the bed, as she struggles to get out of his grip. "Get off of me!!" She's quickly cut off by Davon smacking her in the face. He unbuckles his belts and slips out of his pants. Y/n cries and begs, hoping Jermaine, Zavi, or somebody would come and save her. Davon rubs up on her body. His hands come to a halt when he hears keys jingling down stairs, indicating that Jermaine and Zavi were back from the store. "You ain't gon say shit about this, alright?" Davon demands.

"Wanna know why? Because he's not going to believe a bitch like you. Nobody likes a girl who's been touched. So you're gonna stay silent. He'll jus abandon yo ass, and what about the bruise? Let's pretend you slipped and fell." Davon walks out of the room. Y/n runs to their bathroom and locks the door. She hugs her knees with one hand and holds her new bruise with the other, trying to understand the fact that she was practically raped by her boyfriend's best friend.

"Baby? Hellooo." Jermaine snaps his fingers. Y/n blinks as she's bought back to reality. "Uh, sorry baby. Does Davon have to come? I don't really... like him." Y/n states as she eats what's left of her pancakes. Jermaine holds a confused look on his face. Davon and y/n always seemed to get along, which is something he was grateful for.  "What happened, he do somethin?"

Y/N shook her head, finding that was the next best thing to do if she didn't want the secret to come out. "Come on mama, you can't just not like him and he ain't do nun to ya."

"I just don't like him, J.. He.. he's not what you think." Y/n says. "Gimme a real reason." Jermaine's response is quick. He doesn't understand what Y/N is trying to say. Davon and him go way back to their sophomore year of high school, so it disappoints him to hear that his girlfriend doesn't approve.

"God, J! I just told you I'm not comfortable around him! Why isn't that enough!?" Y/N gets up and cleans her plate, and after goes up to their bedroom. Jermaine follows her.

"It's just Davon!" Jermaine shouts. Y/n's on the bed, face buried deep within her palms. "Mama, you gotta talk to me." Jermaine grabs her hands and lays them with his. "Tell me what's wrong ma. I don't understand, it's literally just Davon. He's come over mad times!"

"Please J I can't! I can't see him! He scares me.."

"Is it because he's loud? Cause you already know black pe-"

"He tried to rape me," There. The words came out in barely a whisper, she was surprised Jermaine even heard her say it. "I kept trying to push him off and he wouldn't stop! And I wanted to say something but he told me you wouldn't-" Y/n stops, tears running down her face and her eyes turning red. "I can't-"

Jermaine wanted to fuck Davon up so bad to the point where it was hard for him to stay still. He was even madder at himself for not being there to protect Y/n, which was something he secretly vowed to do when he first realized he loved her. He would always make sure she was home safe, make sure she was fed, and even makes sure he's the one closest to the road when they walk outside. So it seemed he was living up to his promise, until this.

"I wouldn't what, baby?" Jermaine uses his thumb to wipe away her tears. "I know it's hard, but you gotta tell me exactly what happened." His eyes were red as well, and his tears threatening to come out, but he wouldn't allow himself to cry in front of her at this moment.

"He said you wouldn't want me anymore.." Y/n whimpered out her sentence as her throat began to tighten up from trying to hold in her sobs.

"I'm gonna always want you babe. God, I'm gonna kill that nigga." Jermaine starts bouncing his left leg up and down, finding it hard to stay still. His jaw clenched and his eyes filled with anger. He got up and went downstairs, closing every door he passes through. He finally made his way to the down stairs office.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

Y/n hears a voice shout. She ran all the way down stairs to see Jermaine in their office, which was now trashed with furniture and paper everywhere. He had his phone in his right hand, and Davon's voice comes through.

"You ain't gon do shit nigga! Tell ya bitch to lock doors." And with that Davon hangs up. Jermaine tried to call again, only to find out he was blocked."FUCK!" He throws his phone across the room, and buries his face into his hands. "Baby? What happened?" Y/n asks. Jermaine looks up at Y/n, his nose red from crying.  

"I'm horrible.. I'm so sorry." Jermaine says as he holds in his tears.

Y/n's eyes widen at the sight because it was something Jermaine never allowed her to see. She's only ever seen him cry once out of the whole time she's been with him.

"I shoulda known, the way he looks at you-I shoulda been there for you.. instead that nigga tries to touch my baby? And has the audacity to hang up the phone like a bitch ass nigga? I'M GONNA KILL HIM!" The way his voice broke at the last part literally makes Y/n's heart shatter. He backs up and sits on their desk. His dreads cover most of his face, but Y/n can still see the tear stains on his cheeks. She grabs his face with both of her hands, caressing his cheek with her thumbs. "We couldn't have stopped it even if we tried.. it's never your fault." She whispers. 

"Everything's gonna be fine."

No matter how many times she's told herself that since it happened, she still has a hard time believing it's true. She makes her way onto Jermaine's lap, laying her head on his chest and playing with his shirt sleeve. She hopes that soon, that day will feel like nothing but a fever dream, and they both would be whole again.

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Fool me one time, shame on you

Fool me twice, can't put the blame on you

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