Last chance

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Seth
I didn't leave Becky's side for the rest of the day, I sat with her through the gruelling police interview, it made me feel sick hearing what he did to her, how and where he touched her andhearing how scared he made her feel. I sat right outside the room where Becky was having her examination, so she wouldn't feel like I'd gone anywhere and I let her wear my hoodie when she couldn't face to put her clothes back on.

I held her hand as they talked her through her options and I shielded her from it when it got too much, just holding her in my arms until she was calm enough to continue. I reassured her but she reassured me even more, she held me close, she hugged me, she kept me sane during today, somehow finding a way to put a smile on my face.

We walked home together, never letting go of each other for even a minute. I wanted to keep her close, no I needed to keep her close. When I found her I just felt so helpless, so so helpless. A feeling that I hate so much...

Becky
I laid on Seth's chest, just letting his steady breathing to try and soothe me into some sort of sleep, but as the clock struck 3AM I decided that there was no point even trying. I unwrapped Seth's arms from my body and I stood up, making my way over to the wardrobe and grabbing a fresh outfit. I slipped out into the dark corridor, jumping at even my own shadow as I made my way to the bathroom.

I clicked the light on and I turned the shower on, I slowly started to undress myself, catching just a glimpse of my body in the mirror, littered in bruises I didn't want. I chucked a towel over the mirror before climbing into the shower, the warm water covered my body and I winced just slightly as it hit my damaged skin. I poked at the skin that was now a dark shade of blue and grimaced as it hurt under my touch. I stopped and I tried to focus on showering, but my attention soon fell to my battered skin, me once again abusing it even more, leaving potentially more bruises.

I stepped out of the shower, no longer wanting to see my naked body. I tugged the clothes over my head and I pulled my jeans up as high as they could go, I exited the bathroom and I made my way downstairs to the front door. I quickly pulled on my trainers before leaving, once I was on the porch I noticed my skate board, so I grabbed that too and I began to skate down Seth's street.

Shoving headphones into my ears, I tried to block out the dark thoughts looming over my mind. The street lights were the only thing lighting the street ahead of me, not even the moon was making an appearance tonight.

Soon I found myself in very familiar territory, where my mum lives, where I lived...where my dealers live. I continue to skate but I stop myself when I see a group of lads ahead of me, I get off my board and I pick it up as I walk towards them. "How can we help you tonight?" One of the taller lads turned around, opening up his bag to show me the amount of drugs in his bag, I swallowed as I reached in my pocket for some money.

"I'll just take two needles or something, anything! Your choice?" This made the tall lad smirk as he rifled through his bad, soon presenting me with two needles. "That'll be 20 dollars love." I grabbed a twenty from my back pocket and I handed it to him carefully. "Have a good night sweetheart, see you around." He passed me the two needles and began to catch up with the other lads who had began to walk away, winking at me in the process.

I climbed back on my board and I began to skate, I knew where I was going, it's always where I go if I just need a moment. I skate right up to the graveyard gates, of course they're locked but this not being the first time I've come here at this time, I know how to get in. I found the gap in the fencing and I jumped the fence, getting into the graveyard with ease.

It didn't take me long to find my dad's grave, the flowers left here previously now dead. I collapsed down alongside his grave, just embracing it as I thought about everything...mainly the two needles burning a hole in my pocket.

"I hate myself...I really do. Which is what brings me here, two needles sitting in my pocket...fuck. I love Seth and I love Millie but I can't do this anymore, they don't deserve this, Millie doesn't deserve to be raised on broken promises from her junkie of a mother, Seth doesn't deserve to have his heartbroken every time I need something just to take the edge off. Dad, what do I do because even I don't have the answers anymore..."