Cuts

Attempt Number Two

Attempt Number Two~

I look at Caleb's sleeping form. He hasn't left my hospital room at all. His words keep bouncing around in my head. He destroyed my one chance at freedom, all for money. I pull the bandages off my wrists. 23 stitches on each wrist, and if they healed I would have two nasty scars.

With a small grin I begin ripping the stitches out of my arm. Blood begins to drip onto the bed, and I smirk as the rusty scent of blood fills the air. My smirk gets slapped off my face by a pissed off, and very awake Caleb. He grabs a towel and presses it hard against my wrist. My face stings from his slap, and I yell at him, "What the fuck! You have no right to hit me!"

He glares at me, and growls, "You just tried to kill yourself, you don't get to bitch about a little slap." I give him a scathing look. "I'm going to keep trying until I succeed. Why can't you just fuck off? I don't want you here, and fuck I've got 35 G in my personal bank account. If you leave me alone, it is yours." He just glares harder at me. If looks could kill I would be dead.

"No. If you hadn't done what you just did-" He gestures to my wrist. "-I would have accepted but now you have pissed me the fuck off. I would do this for free, just because of how you act." I sigh and say, "Fine. You win. I won't kill myself." He gives me a weird look. "Julia, damn you really are blonde. I am not stupid, and I sure as hell don't believe that if I walked away right bow that you wouldn't try to kill yourself again." I give him a wry chuckle.

"You can't watch me 24/7 Caleb. Eventually you will drop your guard." He gives me a wicked grin and says, "Actually I can. And I have others helping me. If you die, I don't get paid." I laugh, unable to control myself. He is the son of a wealthy family and yet everything he does is motivated by money. You would think he had enough, but since his Father cut him off until he wins the championship, he needs more.

"You are a piece of shit, Caleb." "Take it easy doll face we wouldn't want you to get hurt." I wince at his hinting at the slap. He gives me a cruel chuckle. "Atta girl. You are almost as pretty as your sister. It really is too bad you are crazy as shit."

The entire school knew my sister had slept with Caleb. But somehow she was considered pure by everyone except me. I look down at my wrist where the bleeding had stopped. I look at him and say, "You can stalk me all you want but you can't change my mind. I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand..." For a second his eyes soften, but then his face changes to one of arrogance. "I don't have to change your mind ducky. I just have to keep you alive until you are 18. After that your father doesn't give a fuck what you do."

I give him a sad look. "Well then all I have to do is deal with you for a year. I can do that." He grins and says, "You do not have a choice love." I sigh and say, "Yeah I know." The nurse walks in and Caleb gives her a stressed look.

"My girlfriend's stitches caught on something, can we get the doctor?" The nurse nods and says, "I will go get him immediately." As she leave I glare at him and say, "Don't call me your fucking girlfriend." He gives me a sarcastic smile and says, "Sorry." The doctor comes in and stitches my arm back up. I nearly break Caleb's hand squeezing it when they did the numbing shot. It hurt worse than the stitches did. I look at Caleb and realize that I'm going to have a terrible year