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Tw: OD

a/n sorry for the infrequent updates 😭

"leah, you could have just told me"- C

"no, i really fucking couldn't you would've gone mad and blamed jord"- L

"why would i have blamed jord? he aint doing owt is he?"- C

SHIT i thought *um come up with something remotley believable*

"no he aint but you blame him for everything and you know i'm right"- L

"maybe i do, but half the time i'm right it's usually his fault is it not?- C

"no cory, it's hardly ever his fault but because your just like dad, you always fucking think it is."- L

"WHAT THE FUCK LEAH, I AINT LIKE DAD AT ALL, HE'S ALWAYS TO BLAME THATS WHY HE GET'S BEATEN."- C

i had no words, i felt numb.

"go fuck yourself cory"- L

and with that i walked out the door and went straight to the shop, some more paracetamol to add to the otger packets in my bag, then i bought two bottles of vodka and went to the field that was my spot it always was.

i rang jordan, i didn't want him here but saying goodbye was good enough right?

*on the phone*

"Yo leah you alright??"- J

"no"- L

"leah what's happened?"- J

"I'll explain later jordan."- L

"LEAH? LEAH?, you never fucking call me jordan, LEAH WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?"- J

"goodbye jordan".

and i hung up the phone for the last time.

there i was, sat alone in a field chugging bottles of vodka and taking pills as though they were sweets.

it was done.. the pain i was feeling, the constant let down i felt as though i was, my vision went blurry, i felt dizzy and then.. i was gone.

a/n um that took a turn idk whats gonna happen anymore, ideas?

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