My Darling

Chapter 3

3RD Person POV:

"We should probably tell the guys," Arny suggests, you get out from his hold and wipe your tears away. You start to the door, Arny following behind you. Danny and Brandon were in the kitchen, very much awake. You and Arny walk to the kitchem, you slower than Arny, you stopped at the doorway of the kitchen.

Arny turned aroumd and put his hand on the small of your back, rubbing small circles as he guided you towards Danny and Brandon. He slightly pushed you forward, you stumbled just a bit. Danny and Brandon stop their coversation and look at you. "Um, do you guys have a minutes to talk?" You ask them, they look at each other and nod. You look down, shy of their gazes, probably questioning a lot.

You look back at Arny, who flashes you a kind smile of reassurance. "So you know how I told you guys I wouldn't cut myself, because I only brought a pocket knife and that was for my protection, right?" You ask, "Yeah, we know, we remember." Brandon said, "Well, I cut myself again-" you got cut off by Brandon slamming his fist on the table. You flinched and slowly took a step back. Brandon and Dannyy looked pissed, no- that isn't right, disappointed? No- still not right- upset? Yeah, they looked upset.

"You said you wouldn't do it again." Danny seethed, "I know, but something happened and thoughts swarmed my head at too fast of a pace and next thing I knew I was on the bathroom floor with a bloody blade next to me." You try explaining to them, they don't seem to calm down. Arny looks at you, differently than he was before. "You didn't say what happened, you should tell us all what happened." Arny spoke softly, Arny composing himself way better than Danny and Brandon.

You sigh and sat on the floor, they boys' faces contorted slightly, but they covered it back up. "I was on my phone when I saw I had a voicemail from my dad. I listened to it and along the lines of 'I don't know where you but you better come home before I find you' I idiotically called him back. He asked where I've been, I defended myself, he called me a whore, said I tried seducing my dad even though he tried coming onto me, just being his usual toxic manipulative ass of a father he is." You explain, chuckling at the memory of the call.

The boys have a series of looks on each of their faces, Danny, he looks like he's about to murder a fucking town. Brandon, he looks pissed, but empathetic for you. Arny, he looks sympathetic for you and also mad. All together, they are scary.

Brandon walked to his room, Arny grabbing the keys to presumably his car and walking outside, leaving you and Danny. Danny glares at you, looking you up and down.

You shrug it off and start off towards your room. You open your door and just flop on your bed, and scream into it, not even bothering who hears you.

You were bored so you decided to take a few sexy pictures, why? For your instagram account! Well, your side one. You have 2 instagram accounts, one that you post literally everything except stuff that contains graphic content. On your other account, you post sexy pictures, why? Because you can, you're not underage, you're not breaking any laws.

You mentally thank yourself for packing lingerie, you grab your favorite red set. You always have liked the color red, it made your eyes pop. You walk into your bathroom and change into the lingerie. Once you fix it to your liking, you go back to your bedroom and pose in front of the mirror on your wall.

You take a picture, making sure your face and bruises stayed hidden. "Who's that for?" a voice asked from your doorway. You jump in surprise and startle towards your bed, searching for a blanket, while staring directly at Danny's eyes, who were staring into your soul.

Once you found a blanket you wrapped it around your body. "I sai-" Danny started, but you cut him off. "I know what you said. But what's it to you?"

He just turns and walks out of your room, you get changed into hoodie and leggings. You close your door, and the blinds. You turn your LED lights to purple, and turn Netflix on your TV. You chose to watch *show/movie*. You don't know how long you were watching stuff on Netflix, but you must've zoned out when 365 DNI came on. You zoned back in as Massimo and Laura were fucking. You quickly grabbed the remote and turned the volume all the way down.