You and jj were childhood best friends. You’d taken good care of him when you were young. You two were always together, when his dad hurt him..or hurt his mom god forbid. He’d been your first. first everything. First kiss..first love..first….

Until you grew up, his dad had caught you two together and beat the living shit out of him. He stopped seeing you after that.

Then you’d met a guy. Noah. you thought he was the one. you’d married him, done everything with him.

You two went to dinner one night, with your mom.

“can i get you ladies drinks?” he says

“yes. god i need drinks.” you say, not even looking up.

then you notice the tattoo on his wrist. jj works here

weeks later

“n-noah get off me.” you say trying to push him off

“let me show you how much i love you.” he says grabbing your wrist, you get him off you and run out the door. it’s raining and your soaked. you go to the only place you know. JJs work

you walk in, soaked and crying. “j-is jj here?” you ask softly

“chef!!” a worker says as jj walks in. he stops as he sees you

“come ere” he says as he pulls you into his arms as you sob