The Boy From The Interview [Josh Dun]

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

The feeling of water surrounded me, I was drowning and falling simultaneously. Until now, my body was paralysed, but as if someone had pressed play on my life remove, I was breathing in air once again. My bloodshot eyes opened up, frantically. Light was stabbing them as I squinted, to see where the hell I was. Oh, yeah. I was back in this degraded excuse for existence.

"Thea? Hey Thea, are you okay?" Josh asked perturbed as he cradled my jaw. Although, I didn't answer, I was too preoccupied in creating an excuse. "Thea, look at me!" He commanded, I looked at him. My eyes hard and relentless as they gazed in his. "What happened? I came out of my room and next thing I know, you're lying on the floor, passed out?" he said, distressed. There was a hint of confusion laced within his voice.

"I-I,"I stuttered, not exactly sure what to say, my throat closing up. Suddenly, he let out a sigh.

"What is it?" he asked again, louder this time and with more frustrated anger. Like a balloon, his words kept blowing me up, I was getting closer to my breaking point.

"I-I don't want to talk about it." My voice was but a whisper and the most my throat could deliver, I could feel a weight pull down on my chest as he looked down at me with irritation.

"What do you mean, you don't want to talk about it?! How could you expect me not to talk about it? Just a few minutes ago you were screaming and fainting on my floor!" He was yelling now, the room began to pulsate again. The balloon was getting tighter and tighter as he added the pressure.

"Please Josh." I choked, unable to let more words out.

He looked away frowning and turned back to me with a resentful look in his eye. "You know what Thea," he paused for a moment to take a deep breathe. "I'm not going to even try, if you're not willing to even try to open up to me, then I'm booking you a hotel room because this isn't going to work." He declared, offended by me. Perhaps it was the tone of his voice that triggered it or the content but with that last syllable, POP. The balloon was flying around the room.

"Please Josh, I didn't want to make you feel like that, I just-I don't want to, I don't want to! Please don't make me tell you!" I sobbed, my face red as blood, as tears rushed down and washed away any dignity I had left. Hugging my body, I rocked back and forth, hitting my head and trying to stop the voices that were surfing my thoughts. Subsequently, the voices stopped and all that could be heard was my loud sobbing and occasional whimpers of "please, please, please". Then, like a sunrise after a dangerous and sinister night, I felt something warm. It wasn't a word or sound. It wasn't a smell or picture. It was simply a hug. A hug that held more comfort then any therapist, institute or distraction could ever provide. It was warmth, comfort and most of all, love. The type of love you give to help, hold and heal. Something that I'd haven't felt in years.

"It's okay, don't tell me. Just please stop crying." Josh comforted, his voice strained by the fabric of the jumper on my skin. My eyes were shut, as I gripped his shirt and wordlessly begged for more comfort. 

"I don't-want to feel like this-anymore." I voiced as I gasped for air between sobs, I could feel his thick and tattooed arms tighten around my waist as he lifted my body in the air.

"Then don't, no more. This week, that feeling is banned. No bad feelings anymore." He said, revealing a small smile. Looking up into his warm brown eyes, I felt myself let out a relieved laugh through my tiny gasps and light sniffles. It was like a weight had been lifted between us.

He pushed back my hair, behind my ears, and caressed my neck. For a moment everything was still as we stared in each other's eyes, his glowing and mine dull. My breathing hitched as I felt his hold on my waist was once again tightened. Like a vice, he was pulling me closer to him, until I felt his warm minty breathe on my nose. Like a switch had gone on, without notice I felt his hot, soft lips on mine. It was like a dream I never wanted to wake from.

Possessed, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Moving my lips passionately in synch with his. His tongue pressed against my lips, demanding entrance, but I kept them closed. Gasping, I felt his strong hands squish my butt and press me into the hard wall. Immediately, his tongue pushed into my mouth, causing a moan to escape from my throat. I could feel his excitement against my thigh as he ran his fingers into my hair like a rouge animal.

"You're so beautiful and sweet. You make me crazy." He said with a mix of frustration and urgency between our kisses.

"I just want to destroy you." He whispered harshly, his voice was raspy in my ear. This was moving too slowly, I wanted more. Every intoxicating inch of him.

"Do it Josh, destroy me, If you can." I challenged him, he growled as he gripped my thighs and moved us into his room. Suddenly I was thrown through the air and onto the bed. Grasping the sheets, I looked up to see Josh ripping his shirt off as if it had no value. Watching him, he purposefully tensed, exposing his abs and athletic build. He was so primal.

I couldn't take it anymore.

"Josh please, I need you." I whimpered, running my hands through my hair in frustration.

"It's okay Thea, I'm going to make you feel so good and don't worry, I'm going to take all the pain away. Well...Most of it." He smirked as he crawled over the bed and towered above me. His eccentric hair was falling over his face, tickling my forehead.

"You're mine."

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There maybe a little smut next chapter, just saying ;)
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-gerardwayshappyplace