Summary: You find out who your loser boyfriend really are.
⟡ Warnings: AGNST | Jordan Weaver x fem!reader | cursing | reader has short hair (just for context srry) | Jordan gets agressive | small arguing | death | No good ending.
⟡ A/N: English is not my first language. Enjoy. dividers credits: @cursed-carmine and lost the other
You would lie comfortably on your boyfriend's bare chest while watching a silly word guessing show that you liked. He didn't seem to care about the show, so he was talking to a friend on his phone.
You had access to each other's phones. Trust, stability, no secrets. But trust me, that’s the scariest thing.
He's the best when it comes to secrets.
Under your roof, he was the man who loved to make you laugh and massage your feet after work while you complained about your annoying coworkers. Outwardly? He was a manipulative, dangerous, and perhaps maniacal man. Adjectives you never even thought of giving him.
“Babe, Nick just bought a PS5 and invited me to play with him. Isn’t it nice?” He adjusted himself to look properly at you with excitement. You loved to see him excited with things he liked.
“That’s cool, babe! Do you wanna go?” You raised your hand to his face, fingertips feeling his jaw.
“Will you let me? please…I love videogames.” He pouted.
“Of course! But only if you tell me about the game when you get back.” You smiled calmly.
"Deal." He kissed your forehead, got up, grabbed his keys and left. His excitement had ruined his cover, and once you found out...he had to do something. You got up lazily and went to drink some water in the kitchen, when you noticed your boyfriend's wallet on the table. You picked it up and took a peek. He's your boyfriend, right? You two shared everything... there's nothing wrong with taking a look.
Some bucks, a polaroid of you two, old tickets of a movie night..
Why did he have two IDs? You questioned to yourself with furrowed brows.
You took both in your hands, comparing them. The pictures were different, and also the names. Why would he have a secret identity? Is his name real Jordan? Or..Jonathan? (he lacked creativity)
You’re startled by the opening of the door.
“Babe! I forgot..my…wallet.” He clenched his jaw and his eyes darted between you and the IDs in your hands. You dropped them on the kitchen counter.
“Don’t ‘babe’ me. Care to explain these, Jordan? Or should I call you Jonathan?” You spoke sarcastically.
“Calm down, I can explain. Let’s just take a deep breath, okay?” He locked the front door beside him.
He let the cat out of the bag…but not out of his house.
“How the fuck can you tell me to calm down?! My boyfriend is a fucking liar!” You yelled at him.
“Look- my real name is really Jord-“
“I don’t fucking care! I don't even know who are you anymore.” You cut him off. You’re completely broken and couldn't think properly now.
“Stop fucking yelling at me! Quit this stupid show! You look like a crazy bitch right now!” That words sank into your chest.
His mask fell off. That’s the real man you’ve met.
“Lets air our dirty laundry together then, honey.” He smirked and continued.
“Yes, I have a fake ID. I don’t even remember if i’m legal here,” He laughed. Real laughed. “Even if you don't like it, I use drugs. And seriously? I try not to laugh when I look at you cause’ since you got your hair cut you look like a man. Plus, I'm kinda into a woman that's fucking hotter than you.” His tone of voice was mocking; he didn't take the conversation seriously.
You looked at him with disdain. But also sadness.
You missed the Jordan you met at that party. You missed the Jordan who made you laugh without trying…he seemed nice. But maybe that were fake.
“That's it- I’m calling the cops.”
“Don’t fucking move!!” He pointed a finger at you, but you didn’t flinched a little.
You spotted your phone across the room and tried to catch it, but he was faster, stronger. He stepped in your way, holding you tightly.
And then the world felt slow for you. Slow, dark, scary. Love wasn’t meant to be scary, right? The stories your mom told you for sleep showed completely the opposite.
And there you were. In a dark and scary muffled world.
Why did it felt so heavy on your chest?
Maybe was the weigh of your boyfriend the monster on you.
“Daddy, I hate monster! they are sooo bad!” You were just a child, and your dad laughed and told you that weren’t real.
And they take the air out of you to take with them.
