𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 | Dreamwastaken

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This fic includes mature topics. [Self-harm + Emotionally/Physically abusive relationship + Smut/Fluff + Bulimia]

A/N: This story will contain social media, ex: instagram posts, twitter, twitch etc.

I burrow myself into the soft, warm sheets, hiding from the streaks of sunlight that penetrate the window directly in front of my bed. I sit up and rub the remainder of sleep from eyes, watching my legs dangle off the side of the mattress.

Going to sleep sucks because I can't, but I hate waking up even more because I'm always still tired.

After getting distracted by my feet swinging above the carpet for a solid 3 minutes, I take initiative, and get up to get my phone from the kitchen.

James puts it there before he leaves for work because he says, and I quote, "the radiation isn't good for me". It's sweet that he cares, but it's just a little bit annoying to have to walk to the kitchen every morning.

Much as I expected I had one message. One message from the grocery store dude.

'Hey, just wanted to check if you were alright.'
'we were rudely interrupted yesterday lol'

It takes me a minute to figure out how to respond, I haven't interacted with someone other than James, and the occasional cashier at the supermarket in a long ass time.

'uh yeah i'm good lmao'
'thanks though'

It's just now dawning on me how socially awkward I might be.

'sooo'
'about that coffee...'

Excitement rises in the pit of my stomach while the typing bubble reappears.

'are you free in like an hr to grab a bite?'

I hesitate just for a second before rushing to confirm. James won't be back for another like 7 hours, and I've got time to kill, so why not?

'i'd love to'
'you got a place in mind?'

I watch the typing bubble appear, then disappear, and all of a sudden my phones ringing. My fingers act way quicker than my brain, and accept almost instantly. I yell at myself in my head, as the call connects.

I wait patiently for him to speak, but he doesn't so I muster the courage, "Hello?".

"Hi." His voice was lower than I remember it to be, but also a lot less wobbly. I'm guessing he was crazy nervous last time.

"Sorry, I just figured it'd be a lot easier to talk." His soft chuckle was like a breath of fresh air.

"It's okay, you can just say you we're dying to hear my voice." My comment earns a much more airy laugh from him, and I can feel a smile start to creep onto my face. Maybe it's the fact that I've only talked to one person for the last 4 months, or my desperate need for validation, but I really think I could be friends with this guy.

I start to walk back over to my room, and look for something to wear, "So what's the plan then?"

"We could head to Grand Oaks? I was actually thinking I'd pick you up- well- I'm... Only if you're okay with that of course."

I laugh at him tripping over his words. It was entertaining to see him scramble, "Yeah that's okay. I'll send you my address, but you gotta let me go now if you want me to be ready on time."

"Okay great. I'll see you then, yeah?"

The calls end, and my nerves set in, I quickly send him my address and he replies saying he should be here around 12:45 ish. Which means I got a little over half an hour to get ready.

I scour my closet for something to wear, that wasn't a sweater and sweatpants. I decide to dress up a little, make a good first impression or whatever.

I take everytime I shower, as a new chance for me to pretend like I'm the main character in a movie. I slide the glass door open just wide enough for me to slip in. The steam clouds the entire bathroom, as I let the water pour and drip down my sides. I scrub my entire body careful not to touch the bruises that scatter my body. In the shower everything fades into dullness, just a foggy blur.

Unfortunately, as much as I would like to spend 3 hours standing in the water, I have somewhere to be.

I hop out of the shower, and dry up. I throw on the outfit I laid onto my bed, and go on to look at myself in the mirror.

I was wearing a white skirt with ripped black tights, and a long sleeve black shirt. I didn't look too bad I guess. At least a little better than usual. I slipped a thin heart shaped garter around my thigh, and put on a tiny silver necklace.

It was now 12:36, and I scrambled to brush my hair, put on eyelashes, and finish my makeup. As I do one last check in the mirror, I hear my phone ring and practically jump in excitement.

I don't bother answering, I just grab my wallet and head out the door.

My stomach flutters as soon as I see hi- Clay leaning against car. It's nice. Like really nice.

It's a sleek, shiny, all black, BMW. I get to admire his car for only a second before his head snaps up from his phone to look directly at me.

He looks shocked? Good-shocked, bad-shocked? I know I look different than I did at the store, but I didn't think the change was that drastic.

As I approached the car, the brightest smile spread across his face.

"Hi there."

I couldn't help but return it, "Hello to you too."

I walk over to the passenger's side and go to open the door, but he presses back on it, firm.

"Ah ba ba ba wait." I move to the side a little to give him space.

He swings the car door open, and gently places a hand on my lower back, accompanied by a little bow-like movement.

"Go ahead, M'lady."

A/N: I hope this wasn't too bad of a chapter lmao, please vote if you did like it though <333