1960

john was your boyfriend. you loved him a lot, and he loved you. so you two decided to move in with each other, since your home life was pretty bad and john wanted to get away from his aunt mimi.

thing were going good. you had a small cheap flat that you two made like home and you’d spend a lot of time there. many people judged the two of you, for moving out so young, but you didn’t care.

however, the people judging you were kind of right. it cost a lot of money for even a tiny flat like this— more than you’d think. and so, because of that, you went in drug dealing, while john focused on his band.

you knew it was dangerous. and so did john. he told you many times to stop it, but you didn’t want to. you wanted to help john; to make money for the two of you. and so you continued

one late night, you had been out delivering something to one of your clients, when they beat you up with some other friends and stole all your drugs without paying.

you unlocked the door with a black eye, a bloody nose and a chipped tooth, and naturally, you tried to make yourself unacknowledged as you walked past john, who was sitting on the sofa, smoking and drinking while watching tv. he had been waiting for you.

he turned his head as he heard you walk past, but you ignored him, wanting to get to the bathroom quickly to try to cover up your marks.

but john was quick, and he got up, grabbing your arm and spinning you back around, a cigarette in his mouth. the room was dark— he couldn’t see your face clearly. “what’re you hiding?”