"Hey," I say while slamming Myles' door.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing...well Dylan is telling everyone that I threw myself at him and when I finally stood up for myself, he was like 'are you gonna murder me too?'"
"Babe, I'm sorry."
"No, its okay. I mean, its not but I'm so done that half of the things they do don't even bother me."
"But that doesn't make it okay. Look, I was sorting out your room for you since you mentioned that you needed to clean it...and I found blades...with blood on them..."
WHAT?
NO
NO
NO
NO ONE WAS SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT I RELAPSED, NO ONE.
"No one was supposed to know..."
"When did this start?"
"Last night...before you came."
Myles parks the car in my driveway and says, "where?"
I roll down my sleeves and show him. He takes my arm and places his lips right on the newly opened skin.
"Ow" I say.
"Sorry," he says as he lets go. "I just want you to stop. How can I help you? How can I make them leave you alone?"
"You can't...just keep making music. It makes me happy."
"Which one is your favorite?"
"There's nobody but you. Got me feeling some type of way girl you know what I like," I sing.
Myles looks at me speechless.
"Damn...you're hot AND you can sing?" Myles asks.
"First off, I'm not hot. But yeah...I want to be a singer. I have a YouTube channel actually..."
"I think I know how I can help you," Myles says before placing a kiss on my lips.
A/N: hmmm she can sing and he knows how to help her?? I wonder what he's gonna do....
