AN: Warning for abuse.

The weekend after John's birthday went by too slow for my liking. He had gone back home to his dad and I hadn't seen him all weekend. I knew he was okay since we texted the entire time but I was still concerned for him. Monday morning came with a sigh of relief when I saw him waiting for me at the end of my driveway. John caught me as I rushed into him. A quick kiss was pressed to my lips before he took my hand and started to walk to the bus stop.

"How did this weekend go?" I asked timidly. John fidgeted a little before pulling the collar of his shirt down. I gasped as I saw the burn mark on his collarbone. "John." I whispered as I fixed his shirt. He shook his head before gathering me in his arms again.

"It's fine." He whispered. "It was almost out so it barely did anything." I shook my head as I tried to pull away from him.

"It's not fine." I countered. "John, I'm scared of what he's going to do next. What he's going to do when he's too drunk and doesn't know what he's doing." John looked at me solemnly. The bus pulled up, putting our conversation on a slight pause.

"I'll get out before then." John reassured me once we were seated.

"And what happens when you don't?" I asked. John smiled sadly at me. I looked up at him waiting for an answer. Instead, he pressed a kiss to my temple as we headed off to school. I kept a tight grip on him the entire time. When we pulled up to the school, I had made up my mind.

"It's all going to be fine (Y/N)." John said, walking backwards into the building. I pushed him so he was walking forwards again. "I promise." I sighed and dropped the conversation. The morning went by fairly quickly. At lunch, I brought it back up again.

"I know you said it was going to be fine and that you would get out before something bad happens but I think we need to talk about this." I said as I put my tray down on the table. John looked up at me as I tossed my bag next to it.

"Alright." he nodded as he ate a fry. "If it will make you feel better." I nodded as I sat down next to him.

"It will." John motioned for me to go ahead. "I'm just putting this idea out there and you can shoot me down if you really want to but I have this idea on how to make this better than what it is."

"What is it?" John turned towards me. I pulled out my laptop and logged in.

"What if we rented an apartment?" I said timidly. "We would only have to tell my parents. And Chas in case he ever visits. You would be safe and I could finally try living on my own." John gazed at me in shock.

"Seriously?" He asked. "What about school? What about paying for the apartment?" I put my hand on top of his.

"My parents will help us pay." I said. "Besides, school ends for us in a couple months anyway. After that, we talk to my parents and we'll figure it out." John watched as I turned my laptop to show him the apartment that my parents and I had looked at. "John, you need to get out. This is the only way we could think of that would keep you safe." He leaned closer to the screen and nodded as he started going through the virtual tour.

"You said we." John turned his attention back to me. "You would move in with me?" I chewed on my bottom lip as I nodded. "You would really do that?" Again I nodded. John pulled me close and hugged me tightly. I closed my eyes as I held him equally as tight and ran my fingers through his hair.

"Of course I'm going to move in with you." I whispered. "Who else would? Chas? I don't think he could put up with you as well as I do." I joked as John sniffled. I kissed his temple and held him tighter. "Someone needs to take care of you John Constantine. Why shouldn't it be me?"

"Thank you so much luv." John pulled back and wiped his nose. "This means the world to me. When should we move in?" I chuckled and texted my mom.

"Well, as soon as the two of us check it out in person and my parents give us the money for the first couple months' rent, we can move in." I started to pack up my laptop and John nodded.

"Sounds like a plan." We finished our lunch, making plans for what we were going to do once we got our own place. The afternoon passed equally as quickly and before we knew it John was sneaking through my window again. "Miss me luv?" He joked as he collapsed on my bed.

"You know I did." I kissed him and curled up into him. "So we have a meeting with the landlord on Saturday to look at the apartment." John grinned as he looked down at me.

"Sounds good. And after we look and pay the rent we can move in?" John asked. I nodded. "Good. Because I need to get out of there as soon as possible." I sat up in shock. It must have gotten terrible at home for John to finally admit that he needed to leave.

"What happened John?" I asked. John swallowed before pulling me close again.

"He threatened to chain me up in the basement." John admitted. "He was trying to hit me with the belt again and he," John broke off and shook his head. "He caught my leg as I ran out. I fell and I thought for sure he had me." I bit my lip to fight the tears.

"John." I whispered as I scrambled out of his hold and pulled his legs into my lap. "No. No. John. No." The tears were starting to fall as I pushed up his pants legs. There was a small amount of blood on his pant leg causing me to panic even more. "Shit. You're bleeding." I grabbed the kleenex box that was sitting on my nightstand and pulled out a couple of tissues. Wiping the tears away with one hand, I pressed the tissues to his leg. "He must have caught you with the buckle. Hold these on there." I grabbed John's hand and guided it to his leg. He pressed the wad to the cut and watched as I took off from the room. I burst into the bathroom and started to tear it apart as I looked for the first aid kit.

"Everything okay (Y/N)?" My mom called from the living room where my parents were watching TV.

"I can't..." I broke off and wiped at my tears again. "I can't find the first aid kit." My mom came into the room and saw me frantically pulling things out of drawers. "I can't find it." She grabbed my hands to stop me.

"(Y/N)." She coaxed. "(Y/N). Calm down." I tried to pull my hands out of her grip and shook my head. "What happened? (Y/N). What happened?" I finally broke and hung my head.

"John's dad caught him with a belt and the buckle must have hit him because he's bleeding." I said. "I need the first aid kit to fix it." My mom let go of my hands and opened the closet. She pulled out the first aid kit and headed to my room. I followed her and sat down next to John. He gathered me into his arms and ran his fingers soothingly through my hair.

"Does it hurt John?" My mom asked as she cleaned the wound and inspected it. John shook his head.

"Not really. I mean it stings but I can walk." John pulled me to him tighter when he saw my sharp intake of breath. "I didn't even realize it was bleeding." He kissed the top of my head as I grabbed onto his shirt.

"We have two choices John." My dad said from the doorway. I hadn't even noticed that he was standing there. "We can call the police on him and play that game." John nodded as he looked down at me. "The other choice is we try to reschedule the tour of the house to tomorrow and we call the two of you out of school to do it." Looking at me John nodded.

"I think it's finally time." He said. John pushed me away from his chest and started to wipe away my tears. He gently kissed me before turning to my dad. "Let's call the police." I looked up at John, pride and shock covering my face. My dad nodded as he went to get the phone. Looking down at me, John kissed me again.

"We're here for you John." My mom said as she patted his leg. John nodded and took the phone from my dad. I held onto him as he made the call. Once he was finished, he smiled and hung up.

"They should be over in ten minutes." John said. He stood up from the bed and put his arm around my shoulders. "I guess I should be waiting for them." We made our way to the living room and waited for the doorbell to ring.

"I say we still look at the apartment early." I offered into the silence. I looked up at John.

"Just in case." He agreed. My parents nodded their agreement. Before we could discuss the topic further, there was movement on our porch. John's grip tightened on me as my dad moved towards the door.