𝑬𝑼𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔]

leave him | playboiuzi

ship: playboiuzi (platonic)
requested: no
notes: i wanna hold someone's hand

in which jordan tries to convince symere to leave his abusive relationship

(tw: abuse)

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symere tried to hold in a scream as his body hit the floor, his face stinging

it was happening again.

omar was hitting him.

he knew it was bad. he knew he should leave. but...but he couldn't. no one would ever love him like omar did. no one would want a broken, used piece of shit. at least, that's what omar said.

and omar would never lie to him, right?

he was brought out of his thoughts when a felt a foot come into contact with his stomach, feeling his ribs on fire.

"dumbass bitch! what i told you?! stop talking when i tell you not to! fucking worthless ass whore!" omar screamed at him.

he felt omar pick his head up, and he hoped this was the end. this is usually what happened. omar would look him in his eyes, pause, and tell him he was sorry. that symere just made him do mad he had to punish him. that he didn't mean to and that he never would again. and then he like back to his bedroom, falling on his bed to cry his heart out.

but that's not at all what happened.

he felt omar's gaze burn into him. he didn't expect omar's fist to barrel towards his face, feeling it connect with the side of his head, effectively knocking him out. before he slipped into unconsciousness, he heard the door slam. (walk away as the door slams anybody?)

•time skip•

he felt bright florescent lights blind him, immediately closing his eyes when he woke up. he heard a soft voice next to him curse before turning off one of the lights. he finally fully opened his eyes, trying to look around the room.

"i got a call," the voice started. "from kimetrius. said that diego had been calling yo phone but you wasn't picking up." he turned his head being meet with one of his closest friends, jordan.

"so i said i'd come check it out. i get to your place and i open the door to find you passed out, bleeding on the carpet."

he had listened to everything his friends was saying, yet all he could think about was how pissed his boyfriend would be if he found out he wasn't home.

"do you know how hard that was for me to see, symere? to see my best friend beaten to a fuckin pulp by his punk ass boyfriend?! it killed me." he paused to breathe before starting again. "i picked you up, carried you to my car and brought you to the hospital. they put you on a stretcher and they told me i couldn't come with you. so i waited here. three hours, symere. three hours. you got a broken rib, a broken nose, a minor concussion, a split lip, and God knows how many bruises." jordan sighed, putting his face in his hands. "say something." symere was quiet. "symere," jordan called his name again. "say something. please."

"i'm sorry," his voice croaked from the crying and screaming earlier. "i'm sorry, j." he felt his eyes well up. he really didn't want his best friend to be mad at him.

"sorry? what the fuck do you got to be sorry for?" jordan said. he took step closer to his friends, putting his arms around him. "i get it. i know what he tells you. that you don't deserve love. that you're worthless. that no one is ever going to love you like he does." how did jordan know this?

"he is wrong. he is so wrong. symere, we all love you. we all worry about you. especially when he cuts us off from taking to you for a few days and we don't know what's happened to you. he doesn't love you. he lives hurting you. controlling you. manipulating you." jordan paused, sighing and laying his head on top of symere's. "we can help you, sy. but you need to accept it. you need to want it."

symere nodded. in his head, he was going over everything that his friends has just told him. was he really loved? how had he not seen it? his friends were always offering an ear if he needed to take, even though he rarely ever took it, just telling them he was just tired.

but he was tired. tired of living in fear. tired of lying about being okay. tired of trying to keep it all together, being strong when he knew he couldn't take it anymore. but most of all...

he was tired of being treated like he was nothing.

and from now on, he wouldn't be.

"i need help," he said, his eyes watering, trying to keep in the tears before giving up and breaking down. "i need help, jordan."

jordan shushed his friend, rubbing his back trying to console him. "it's alright, symere. it's going to be alright."

they stayed like that for hours before kimetrius and diego got there. they all talked about helping syemre leave omar. and for the first time in a long time, they saw the light, the life, come back into their friends eyes. they knew it'd be a while, but symere would be happy again.

they knew it.

i hope this is okay
-maya💙