Daddy's little psycho

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(Self-harm warning!)
Nova's pov

I woke up and went to hug Tré but he wasn't there.

Does he regret it?
Was I bad?
Does he not like me like he said?

I ran into the bathroom, slammed the door shut, and fell to the ground sobbing.

Maybe it was my anxiety, maybe I was overthinking but my luck he probably just wanted me for sex like any other guy that's liked me in the past.

I looked around a found a razor. I slowly brought it up to my wrist and dragged it across my skin.

"Fuck!" I hissed.

I did it a few more times before cleaning the razor and putting it back in place.

"Nova!" Tré yelled from downstairs.

Fuck! I quickly grabbed a bandage and wrapped my arm with it and threw on Tré's hoodie I found in the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and with no surprise I look like i've been crying. Great.

"Hey." I came downstairs.

"Sorry I ran to the store to get smokes." Oh fuck.

"Oh um n-no problem." he came over and hugged me.

"You okay babe?" he kissed my head as I hugged him back.

"M'fine. Just missed you." I nuzzled my head into his chest.

"Aw well i'm here now."

I felt so fucking terrible. I really thought he left...

"You okay love?" he pulled away and wiped my face. Shit I must've been crying.

"Um yeah. Sorry." I went to walk away but he grabbed my arm making me wince in pain.

"Shit! What's wrong babe?" he went to pull up my sleeve but I pulled away.

"I f-fell a-and b-bruised my arm." I lied.

"Let me see." he pulled my sleeve up.

fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

"Tré I-"

"Nova what the hell happened." he sounded more serious and concerned.

"I'm sorry." I sobbed into his shoulder.

"Babe, just tell me what happened."

I slowly tear the bandage off my arm revealing a bloody mess, since I couldn't clean it.

"Nova." He stared at my arm.

"I'm s-" he cut me off by pulling me into his arms.

"Why." his voice cracked.

"When I woke up and y-you were gone I-I thought you regretted it o-or you j-just left."

"Oh shit. No you were amazing babe and I would never just leave you, especially after taking your virginity babe." he stroked my hair.

"Lets clean you up?" I nodded.

We walked up to the bathroom and he picked me up and set me on the counter. He grabbed a wash cloth and wet it.

"This is probably gonna sting, you ready."

"Ye-yeah." I took a deep breath in.

He slowly put it down over the numerous cuts on my arm making me hiss in pain.

"Fuck!" my eyes started tearing up.

You'd think i'd be used to this by now since this wasn't my first time self-harming but it's the fact that Tré, the person I lov- Like, I don't love him... Do I?