chapter 8

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Valarie’s pov

Last night I woke up from a nightmare and it was that my dad came back to kidnap me and take me back to our old house and he kept me there until, I escaped and ran to Louis and then because I hadn’t been seen for so long, Louis found another girl and in the dream he was kissing her and I said his name and he said I don’t know you and went back to kissing the girl. That made me want to slit my wrist, I got up and went to the bathroom and grabbed one of my blades and slit my wrist and then sat there crying and finally went back to bed. I knew Louis would ask if he saw the new cut but I hope he wouldn’t notice.

When I woke up this morning I saw Louis and he was looking at my wrist the one I had cut last night. I looked at him and my eyes glassed over and I burst into tears and he grabbed me into a hug.

“Babe what happened” he says

“I had a nightmare, that he came back and then I escaped after a long time and I saw you kissing a girl and you didn’t know who I was and that’s when it ended and I had too” I say and put my head down and he lifts my chin with his fingers and kissed me

“It’s okay, I’m not mad. I’m a little upset you didn’t come and speak to me about it but if you had to then its fine” he says

“It’s not fine though, I’m mental, and I don’t understand why you want to be with a girl like me” I say

“Hey it’s because I love you, I always will and that will never change” he says and kisses my lips

“You love me” I say and he nods with a smile

“I always have” he says

“I love you too” I say and he hugs me and I hug him

“Look as we have no mocks today, why don’t we have the day off and say we aren’t very well” he says and I nod

He leaves the room and says to his mum we are staying at home and tells her why and she tells the school we weren’t very well and came and spoke to me about it and she was fine and tried to comfort me about it. After Louis and his mum comforted me, Louis and me watched a couple of films and revised. Louis didn’t care that I had scars or about my past but he loved me and I loved him and that is all that matters.

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