Right Guy, Wrong Time.

Chapter 30

Warning-emotional chapter
Leeann's POV:
"Please don't hate me for not telling you this anytime sooner." My heart started beating fast.

"I'm never going to hate you. Okay baby" he held me and I started talking again. "So when I was younger my dad was drunk all the time and abusive. He abused me and my mom. When I was 10 they barely cared about me. I was treated like a slave. When I started 6th grade I had alot of friends. But I was a bitch.. I bullied this one girl all the time because my 2 closest friends made me. I can't remember the girls name and I barely remember what she looked like. She had blue eyes, glasses, and I think brown hair. I would always make fun of what she wore. She didn't have any friends and I made fun of that too. One day I saw her in the locker room and she took off her jacket. There were cuts and scars everywhere. When she noticed me, I was about to cry. She said "why are you going to cry? You caused these. Aren't you happy? Doesn't it make you feel good?!" And ran out crying. That day I went home and my mom was yelling at my dad so I walked up stairs. An hour later she came up there and gave me a really pretty dress. 'Put this on' she said. So I did not knowing why or what was about to happen. She put up my hair and did my makeup-"

I began crying so Ashley hugged me "you can stop if you want" he said while patting me on the back.

"No I'm fine. So.. she did my makeup and said 'do whatever he wants okay' and my dad came in there and - and he" I started hyperventilating. the flashbacks were hitting me. Ashley held me tight and got me to calm down. "I understand what he did.. so you don't have to tell me that part."

We sat in silence for a few minutes until I could talk again "then after that I slowly started loosing friends at school. When I had no friends I just stayed home.. my dad came into my room one night carrying some Jack Daniels. He started climbing on top of me and grabbed my boob when he did that I grabbed the bottle out of his other hand and bashed it across his head. Word had gotten out that this happened and I got bullied at school. My "2 closest friends" beat the shit out of me. That girl disappeared and I didn't ever see her. I went home after they beat me up and my mom called me pathetic. So I Grabbed A Knife and went To my room And started cutting. I wanted to die so bad. I was thinking about how much better it'd be. I had deep cuts wanting to bleed out but I passed out instead. When I finally woke up from passing out I realized that it was so easy to cut.. to bring out all the pain and make it physical. So It became a bad habit."

I looked up at Ashley who was crying. The love of my life was Crying. He sat me on top of him and wiped his face "I'm so sorry baby. I'm so sorry." He kept repeating that while rocking me. I was also crying. He stopped rocking and moved my face towards his. We looked into each others eyes and slowly leaned into a kiss.

Still studying but I'm bored so I just decided to write a new chapter so yeah... comment/vote/share.