Broken Lams Modern AU {High School} {Soulmates} {Mature} {Completed}

Chapter 6 ⚠️

A/N: *yeets self of cliff with emotional shit from Chapter 4*

⚠️ TW: mentions of cutting, rape, abuse ⚠️

Alex's POV - Monday, December 14, 2020, 8:53 am

I was looking for John. I'd texted him a few times over the weekend, but he'd never even opened the messages. When I finally found him, he was hanging out with Francis and a few of his friends. I walked over cautiously.

"Hey, John?"

He turned around slowly. When he saw me, his face became unreadable.

"G-go away."

I blinked back tears. "What?"

Francis interjected. "He told you to fuck off, you little freak."

I looked back at John, who looked away from me. I felt a heavy weight in my chest, as if someone had put a chunk of iron in my rib cage. I turned on my heel and stormed off, wishing I didn't care.

Wishing it didn't hurt.

Wishing I knew why.

Suddenly, an arm wrapped around my shoulder. I glanced up to see Laf gazing down at me, a kind expression on his face.

"What is wrong, mon ami?"

I sniffled. "John h-hates me."

Laf frowned. "Non. John could never hate you!"

"He told me to go away."

His brow furrowed. "I must ask him about this, but I am sure he does not hate you." We arrived at our classroom and took our seats.

Soon, the bell rang, and the teacher began his lesson. But all I could think about was what I did wrong to make John upset.

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John's POV - Wednesday, December 16, 2020, 10:57 pm

It hurt.

I hadn't spoken to Alex, as his friend or his soulmate, since last Thursday.

And each day, ignoring him hurt more.

It was almost a physical pain, a tightness in my chest that didn't go away, even in dreams; that is, on the rare occasions I got enough sleep to dream.

He had caught on to his soulmate's silence yesterday, writing message after message to ask if I was okay.

I didn't respond. I knew that if I did, Francis would find out.

And Alex would pay the price.

Last night, he had cut again. I had wanted more than anything to ask him to stop. But I couldn't. I had to sit and watch as he carved line after line into his skin, not knowing that I didn't hate him.

Not in the slightest.

It had taken me almost a week to figure it out.

The reason I enjoyed talking to him, the reason I longed to be near him, the reason it hurt this fucking bad to be kept apart from him.

It was because I loved him.

I loved him so much that it ached. I loved him more than I had ever loved anyone in my whole goddamn life. Forcing him to stay away... it was the hardest thing I had ever done.

But I cared about him too much to give Francis a reason to hurt him.

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