*Freya's POV*
Well, fuck you Vincenzo.
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The ride home was anything but easy going. The air was thick and I was pissed at him. For some reason, I always let my guard down unknowingly. I shake my head and turn looking out the window. I can feel a stray tear run down my eye. I very discreetly wipe it away not wanting him to ask questions.
It's not like you have answers. Whispers that idiotic voice in the back of my mind.
Be quiet. I seethe back at the voice.
I feel myself being pulled out of my headspace by Vincenzo talking "Freya" he says softly, turning his head to look at me in the eyes. "What's your address?" He says while staring at the road in front of him silently waiting. "2180 Mountain Ave." I mumble back.
He nods, turning down a sideroad on the way to my house. I watch the street lights flash by in an instant like they were never there.
"God. I hate living" I bitterly think. I shrink into the seat even farther going deep into my normal headspace. Hating myself is very regular for me. I hate everything about me. Everyone else does, so why should I like myself?
If I'm gonna be honest, I have been thinking about committing suicide, and I've been getting worse, so it will happen very soon. Sighing, I scrub at my face harshly to try and rid myself of the poisonous thoughts for at least a few hours. I really need to go back to that field. It made me smile like a maniac. I can't tell you how long it's been since I've genuinely smiled.
Suddenly, I feel a hand on my left shoulder slightly shaking me to break me from my frozen state. Gasping loudly, I realize we're in my driveway. I quickly grab my stuff from the floor and scurry out of the car.
"Thank you Vincenzo, for everything tonight. I had the best night in a while. Thanks." I give him a small smile and wave before slamming the door and running in the house. Locking the front door, I sprint up the stairs and into the bathroom. Pulling out the white box for the second time, shaking my head with a bitter laugh.
Collapsing on the floor, pulling the box down with me. I roll my sleeves and pant legs up.
Slice
Slice
Slice
Slice
One after another. Anywhere I could cut without ending in completely. I feel so happy after the act that after I wipe all the excess blood away, I turn on my speakers and blast music, dancing like an idiot all through the house.
Hitting rock bottom, pulling out the bottle of Jack Daniels popping the lid of and chugging in like no tomorrow. Feeling that burn gliding down my throat told me I wasn't completely numb, just mostly. I keep guzzling until the bottle is half empty. I stand up, walking to the bathroom turning on the shower and stepping in with my clothes, sitting on the floor and crying. Screaming until my throat was raw. Until my muscles ached from the raw pain I feel. The sorrow.
Please. Help me.
Please?
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I slept in the tub. Peachy. AND I overslept by an hour? Awesome. OH and I don't have my car? Cherry on top!
It's barely even 10 am, and I'm already defeated. My body aches from all the cuts and the hangover. I wear baggy clothes so there are no suspicions. I just pray to God that nobody touches me. That wouldn't be too good.
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Finally getting into school at 11:30 with sweat dropping off of me. I walk into the office and get a late slip after a lot of convincing. Since it's lunch, I go straight to the bathroom, not feeling like eating and feeling guilty from it. I haven't eaten since yesterday evening yet, I'm barely hungry. That's good.
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Walking in Solomon's class was even more nerve wracking than usual. I know for a fact that Vincenzo with notice the sweats. I never wear sweatpants. He'll ask. Fuck.
After the general releases us into groups, I suck in a breath, wincing in the process, hearing the chair scrape. Shit.
"Well, it's nice for you to join us at school tesoro." He says cockily. Already fed up with him, I just pull out my laptop, typing away finishing the project singlehandedly.
"Tesoro, I don't want to be mean, so why don't you talk to me? I love that voice of yours." He says annoying me even more. My leg starts bobbing and my breathing quickens from the pure anger I feel. I'm snapping.
"Baby what's wrong" He says with genuine concern, but that just pisses me off more.
"SHUT.UP." I scream at the top at my lungs gaining everyone's attention "CAN YOU EVER SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH?!" I screech with pure white hot anger seeping out of me. I turn to Becka and get in her face "AND YOU." I point at her with such an expression she looks like she shit herself "If you EVER touch me again, I will cut every finger off individually. Do. Not. Test. Me." I say dangerously low, I scare myself.
Her eyes widen in fear, scurrying away as fast as possible. Turning around to face Mr. Arrogance himself, I can see a deep smirk on his face with satisfaction in his eyes. What?
Grabbing my bag, I storm out leaving school for the rest of the day, and probably week. When I go to reach for my car door handle I have my hand ripped behind me, turning me around. Coming in contact with those beautiful ocean blue eyes was the last thing I though would happen, until he smashes his lips onto mine with such force I stumble.
My eyes widen in shock, but I kiss back matching the amount of need in the heated kiss. I can feel the passion, anger, lust, and everything in between.
He pulls his lips away, resting his forehead on mine gently.
"I'm sorry." he says breathless,
"But not for this" he says before kissing me again, swiping his tongue across my bottom lip asking for entrance, which I allow instantly. I can feel his left hand rubbing small circles on my hip, while another is placed on the back of my neck, keeping me in place. I wound my hands in his luscious black locks, pulling earning a groan from him fueling the fire between my thighs.
He pulls away, again. Making me whine from the loss of contact.
"I'll see you around tesoro" he says in a deep, raspy voice before pulling away leaving me alone in the parking lot.
What just happened?
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hey y'all:)
I didn't even put effort in this chapter so I'd understand if you don't like it BAHAH
anyway, how was the makeout sesh *Wiggles eyebrows aggressively*
see y'all around
i love you all,
-d<3✨
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RomanceVincenzo Costa. The quiet, yet mysterious boy who sits in the back of the class. Nobody ever dared to talk to him out of pure fear. He never talks, but radiates power. Freya Douglas. The shy, timid girl who never engages. Her classmates are the ban...