Entirely Different Person [PETER]

Chapter 8 - Toxic Kisses. **SELF HARM**

I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I was dreaming, right? I don't have anything against strippers, but for the first time I thought Lucy was actually going to be responsible, but no. This just made things worse. Sure, strippers make a lot of money, but at this rate, there won't be time to hang out, and she'll just get fucked even more than how much she usually does. I didn't sign up to be friends with someone who just wants to party and get fucked. That's not how a friendship works. Sure, it is a little selfish of me, but I deserve respect too.

I take a deep breath. "Okay." I say and walk away. "You're okay with it..?" That's it. I explode. "No I'm not fucking okay with it!! I finally thought you were changing, but nooo! Clingy isn't even the correct term, you're immature! Stupid! Fucking dumb! I don't know why I thought you would change." Before going into my room, she yells. "Well I'm so fucking sorry I'm not the person you wanted me to be! It's my life and I can do what I want! You're not my fucking parent, Y/N!! I'm 26!!! Not 7!!" I get even more angry. "Well then, stop fucking acting like it! All you do is sit on your ass all fucking day while a random dropout comes and jerks off to you! Yeah, sign up to be a stripper! Go give head! It's all you'll ever be good at."

She walks up to me and slaps the absolute shit out of me. Tears form in my eyes. "I hate you!! Go fuck yourself! Why don't you just leave me alone!?" I run into my room and lock the door. "Hope you don't have a vape in there, it's not good to smoke your problems away, hon!" I sob. She's a fucking bitch, all she cares about is herself. She doesn't care who rams their dick in her. Or who plays with her tittes. She's a selfish whore. A disgrace.

Fuck the vape, where's the razor?

I desperately search my drawers, throwing things out of the drawer itself. I need it, where the fuck is it? I look in my bottom drawer. I've found it. I feel myself smile. I straighten my arm. Carefully, I dig the razor into my flesh. A crimson red liquid comes oozing out of my skin. I sit back on my bed while I feel the blood rolling down my arm. I take a deep sigh. I can only imagine how I look right now.

I get up to wipe the blood and a tissue. I throw the tissue out the window. I'm so tired of that bitch. Maybe tomorrow will be better. I cover myself with blankets and head to bed. 

**THE NEXT DAY**

I wake up, not coming out of my room. I check the time. 11 am. She should've left already. I text Peter.

"Hi, are you awake?"

In not even a second, he responds.

"Yes! I'm getting ready, my darling."

I find myself smiling. Maybe I should get ready too.

I get up from my bed and head to the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror. Aw man, my eyes are all puffy from crying last night. I sigh. I brush my teeth while trying to think of happy things! Like Peter. I rinse my mouth out and force a smile. At least I have Peter.

I'm not going to dress up today. I know it's supposed to be a date and all, but I don't have the energy. I put on an oversized sweater and some baggy jeans. I spray my favorite perfume. I comb out my hair. Add a little lip tint, and just smudge some eyeliner to make me look cool. I feel kinda nice to be honest. I check the time. 12:50. I should wait downstairs.

I head downstairs with headphones on. Listening to my playlist. To my surprise, he's already here, waiting for me. "Peter!" I jump in his arms. "Hi my darling!" I kiss him. "I missed you, things were such a wreck yesterday." He smiles. "When you're with me, you won't have to worry about those things, okay?" I nod. "Now, let's go shall we?" He leads me to his car.