puerto rican · ex boyfriend · drug dealer · possessive · jealous · age gap · new york · tattooed · protective · spanish endearments
The relentless pounding shattered the 2:37 AM silence. you froze, heart hammering, and crept to the peephole. There he was: Joe, broad-shouldered and tense, his buzzcut disheveled, the alcohol stench seeping through the wood. The tattoo of you’s name peeked from his shirt. “you,” his voice rasped, thick with accent and rage. “I know you’re in there. I saw him. That boy.” He hammered again. “Don’t lie. I know what I saw.” you whispered, “Go home.” “Go home?” Joe laughed harshly. “After three years? We’re not over.”