He kisses the corner of my lips one final time before pulling away, forcing my eyes to fly wide in irritation as I see the wicked yet beautiful smirk on his lips.
"You can't tease me like that and not continue what you were about to start." I say bo...
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Monday evening
. . .
TW: Eating Disorder and Self-harm talk.
I'm getting discharged and Christian offered to take me home. I don't feel ready to go back home.
If I'm being honest, I'd rather stay with the three of them, then be left alone with myself.
Realising that I need to shave, I remind myself to wax instead. I make a mental note to research for a good waxing place that waxes everywhere possible so I don't have to worry about razors and then I'll throw out all of the razors I have now.
I hear footsteps and look up to see Christian looking at me intensely.
I gulp, he's the one who intimidates me the most.
"You ready to go love?" He asks and I nod. Not really in a talking mood.
He grabs my bags and walks off and I follow quietly, placing my airpods in my ears and blasting the music.
I start to feel hungry but ignore it. I don't deserve to eat especially from what I did to myself.
Hopefully my stomach does rumble so Christian doesn't know I'm hungry and buys me food.
We eventually make it to the car and I quietly get in and don't bother making conversation with him.
"Mila baby?" I hear him as I took out one airpod to not be rude.
"Hm." I hum looking towards him.
"What caused you to cut?"
I stay sient for a few minutes pondering if I should just tell the truth and get it out there.
"I-uh I had a nightmare of something I went through when I was a kid and some of the words they said were messing with my head and I couldn't take the mental pain so I wanted to physically and then I thought of cutting so I broke the razor to it's blade and cut myself untilI passed out. Woke up on Satueday morning cleaned up the blood and was putting on a bandaged when Nathaniel came." I explain and he nods and stays quiet for a long time.
We make it the my apartment building and he still keeps quiet.
My thoughts drift off as we make our way to my place.
The ride up the elevator is awkward and I by the time we make it to the my door, I turn around to ask him if he's angry at me but the next thing his lips are on mine.
Before I can respond he pulls away and opens the door and pushes me in.
"I can't do this anymore." He finally says, running his hands through his hair.
