Changing For the Better...And The Worst ( A Joe Jonas Love Story ) Chapter 4 Video

Chapter 4

So the bed Situation. I didnt want to bring it up but I was getting tired and I didnt know what we were suppose to do. So I just decided to ask despite my nervousness.

Joe: Um . . . Kylie?
Kylie: Yea?
Joe: I . . . Im getting kind of tired and I—
Kylie: --dont know how the bed thing is going to go?
Joe: Uh yea.
Kylie: Joe relax. Were friends right?
Joe: Yea. Of course.
Kylie: Then well both sleep in the same bed. Duh. Havent you ever gone to a sleep over before?

She giggled and got up not expecting an answer. She walked over to my bed and got in. I cant believe this is happening.

Kylies P.O.V.
Joe had this weird look on his face. Like he was shocked thinking hard. I cleared my throat and he looked at me.

Kylie: Are you just going to sit there all night?
Joe: Oh . . . right.

He walked out the room with some clothes and about 5 minutes later he came back with pajama pants and a wife-beater on. He climbed in the bed next to me after turning out the lights. We just laid there, staring at the ceiling. I soon drifted off to sleep to be shaken awake later by Joe.

Kylie: Ok ok Joe. Im awake.
Joe: Whats wrong?
Kylie: What are you talking about? Youre the one shaking me like a mad man.
Joe: You were talking in your sleep.

Oh crap. I was having a dream about when I went home earlier. Lets just say it wasnt pretty. He probably heard everything.

Kylie: How much did you here?
Joe: Enough. Now start explaining.
Kylie: Joe . . . I cant
Joe: Kylie I just want to help.

I looked into his eyes and they were so sincere. I guess I had to tell him.

Kylie: When I was 5 my mom left. I dont know why but she did. My father was so mad that he just started to take it out on me. He has these rules posted in the living room. Rule #1: Do as I say, Rule #2: Cook all meals, Rule #3: Do all chores, Rule #4: Dont disturb me when Im drinking, Rule #5: No boys, and Rule #6: Failure to follow rules will end with a beating. So when I leave the tiniest spec of dust or 1 dish in the sink, I get beat up. Pretty badly. Sometimes if I dont even do anything. Kind of like you saw today. I hate it. That mans not my father, hes a monster.

I was crying by now.

Joe: Kylie you should turn him in.
Kylie: No! I cant. Hell just eventually get out and come after me.
Joe: Well you cant go back!
Kylie: Where am I suppose to go?!
Joe: I-- . . . I dont know. But Ill figure something out. After all, what are friends for?

I gave him a hug.

Kylie: Thanks Joe but Ill be okay.

He was still hugging me and I had let go by now. I waited another minute or so and cleared my throat.

Kylie: Uh . . . you can let go of me Joe.

He suddenly flew off me. He looked down and rubbed the back of his neck.

Joe: Uh . . . right . . . sorry.

I giggled.

Kylie: Its okay.

We had an awkward silence before I broke it.

Kylie: So, Im going to sleep now.
Joe: Uh . . . yea . . . okay. Me too.

We bother laid down and turned our backs to one another and feel asleep.

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