Two mentally ill teens,
Both dealing with trauma in different ways,
One overthinks and stays to help others,
One never opens up and cant trust anyone,
Both not knowing how to love yet one fell for the other,
You see the problem.
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Thursday 23rd June;
Their relationship was something out of a book, a movie even.
But it was the one that ended in heart break and devastation and tears.
It was the type that you could tell would never be sweet, even if they were sweet with each other. No matter how much they wanted to scream and curse at each other they never would. Even if they wanted to just take out the anger they have built up because life had dealt them a shitty hand, they never did because they saw how broken the other truly was.
Others would watch from afar. They would watch how they interacted with each other, how they talked, how they laughed, how one would stare when they thought the other didn't know.
Older couples would walk past and say how they make a lovely couple and how they could see the love in their eyes. What they didn't know is together they were toxic, the type of toxic that destroys everything it touches, that was what it was really like.
See they didn't know what love was since they had never been truly loved. Sure they had been cared for but they were brought up by people that tainted their view on the world and people.
One was brought up by a man who would beat the woman and then she would have to step in the middle of it. She would have to drag a high and drunk man to bed and then after tend to the wounds on the mother and then her own. The woman followed in his footsteps and turn to drugs as well, eventually choosing drugs over her daughter throwing the daughter in the foster system until she was clean. The mother was on and off the drugs so the daughter was in and out of the system for years on end. When the mother finally stayed clean the daughter turned to drugs and alcohol as an escape for how shit their life was.
The other was brought up by a man who turned to cheap alcohol and abusive tendency's after his wife died of a brain tumour when the son was six. The son grew up like that for eight years of his life. Eventually his farther died of alcohol poising and was an orphan until he got adopted by two wealthy business people who couldn't have children but also didn't want to do the whole nappy changing and bottle feeding. So a fifteen year old was the perfect thing for them. When he turned sixteen he started getting ignored and then it just escalated. They were always busy with work and always on business trips for months on end.
All they even did was let each other down, destroying the happiness they had build up over the few years they had met. They would only ever show the real them to each other, but at the same time they only knew the person they wanted the other to understand.
They never recovered fully from their childhood and teen trauma, but they did have very different ways of coping. They helped each other by giving a shoulder to lean on, but one never wanted to show they were broken and the other didn't care if others knew. She thought he was brave but utterly stupid so she had a soft spot for him, but he only wanted to make her like him. They were breaking each other but they acted like the love you found in books
I put the cover to my pen on the pen and close my battered book of thoughts. My phone chimes again for the hundredth time and I roll my eyes. I put my book away and make my way downstairs.
"Cole?" I question he turns from the stove and raises a brow. My mum left this morning and Cole had been here since. "Do you by any chanc-" He rolls his eyes and turn back around to the stove were he was cooking something for us to eat. "No Bayley I'm not giving you shit." I huff and turn to the fridge opening it to see some cans of cider. I take one out and open it going to take a sip when Cole snatches it from my hand. "What the fuck Cole!" I shout. "No, no alcohol and no drugs for a week you need to be clean for your next scan, so that means no leaving the house for a week unless Noah or I are with you."
Every six months I have a brain MRI since I have a cyst on my brain they just want to keep an eye on it however Luca's has found out so that means either he is going to use this to try and break me again or take over my family.
"Since when the fuck were you so mature huh? Where did the fun rebellious Cole go?" I question him as he put the can back in the fridge and walks back to the stove flipping over some meat. "It left as soon as I was in charge of you because your assface of a sperm doner can't keep his nose out your life."
I grab a piece of food form the counter and I eat it as I watch Cole cook.
"So have you and my mum fucked yet?" Cole freezes and clears his throat turning to me. "No why would we, are relationship is strictly business." I just hum and roll my eyes as I see a slight blush cover this mans cheeks.
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"Just fucking answer him Bay." Cole says as he puts some food in his mouth and my phone goes off once again. "No, he can eat a bag of dicks he brought Penny to the cottage." He shakes his head and sighs. "You brought me to the cottage."
"Yeah but not to the room, she was clinging onto him and his dick has hard." His eyebrows furrow as his nose flares. "Cole they were prob going to fuck, he has ruined it again." My eyes travel to the plate in front of me as I put my fork down and push my plate a little away from me.
We finish are food and Cole leaves. I have a shower and look at the faded bruising on my face and body. I wash my hair and body then get out wrapping a towel around my body and walking into my room. Getting ready for bed and then going to sleep.
