Just A Broken Girl {C.R.}

Chapter 9

A/n: I totally recommend the song on the side! Their voices are perfect!!

It's been 4 hours of just watching teen wolf.

"Chan, are you hungry?"

I asked Chandler after I hear his stomach growl.

"Yes sort of."

"Want some pizza?"

"That would be lovely."

He says with a huge smile.

"I'll go call."

I get up and change in to short shorts and a over sized sweatshirt then go down stairs. I pick up the phone and dial Pizza Hut. I'm talking on the phone when someone grabs my waist and spins me around. My eyes connect with Chandlers.

He connects our lips and pushes me against the wall. The kiss got harder and faster, things we're getting heated.

"Chan, Pizza Hut is sill on the phone."

He reaches and grabs the phone off the table and hangs up.

"There."

He picks me up and I wrap my legs around him.

"I don't want to do anything further Chan."

"That's perfectly fine Tori. I love you."

My heart seemed to skip a few beats when he said that. I hadn't realized that I was still in his arms looking into his eyes until now.

"I love you too Chandler."

He carefully carried me up to my room and sat on my bed, I was on his lap with my legs wrapped around him.

"I'm not even hungry anymore."

He says kissing the tip of my nose. I attach our lips and he lays down. I'm on top of him holding myself up with my elbows. I hear the front door open.

"Chandler my mom is home. She's gonna come check on me."

I get up and sit on the bed Chandler follows. My mom slowly opens the door and peeks in.

"Oh! Victoria you didn't mention you were going to have some one over! Nice to meet you I'm Jamie."

She says walking in and sticking her hand out.

"I'm Chandler, Chandler Riggs. Nice to meet you Jamie."

He had the fakest smile plastered on his face. After my mom left I looked him and laughed.

"That fake smile there, that was damn adorable."

"I try."

He said smiling that perfect true smile of his.

*CHANDLERS POV*
"Tori, I'm gonna go piss. You should go get some food."

"Okay."

She says laughing. She is perfect in my eyes. Her teeth white and straight, her hair blonde with slight curls. Most of all her big green eyes, I always seem to get lost in them.

I walk in to bathroom and when I'm washing my hand I notice something hidden behind a jar on the sink. I move the jar and find two blades. I can't believe this. She cuts! I'm mad and at the same time sad. Why couldn't she just tell me. I could have helped her through this.

I knew I shouldn't have fell for her, she said she was strong, and part of me doubts that now. I put them down and leave the bathroom. I sit in the bed and just think. I guess it's true. You might think you know someone, but you might not really know the real them. That was Tori, I thought I knew everything about her, I obviously didn't.

She walks in with a plate full of pizza. She sets the plate between us and sits down. I hesitate a little but I say it anyway.

"Why? Why do you do this to your self?"

She looks at me confused, and then realizes what I'm talking about.

"Chan, I was going to tell you. Don't be mad. I-"

I cut her off.

"Tori, I'm not mad, I'm just very hurt. I don't want you to do this to your self. I'm very lucky to have found your blades. You could still be doing this. I'm not letting you anymore, we are flushing them."

"I haven't cut in over 2 weeks. You fixed me, you filled the void in my heart. You mentally and physically saved me."

"Can I see your scars? I want to know how bad you needed me and I wasn't there to help you. I want to know how bad it was."

She lifted up her sleeves and her arms lined with scars. There were a lot. They covered both arms. I could see tears start to form in her eyes, right as a tear fell I wiped it away.

"I-I'm sorry Chan. I think I'm done, for good. But there are some more on my stomach and hips."

I looked at her sad eyes and pulled my sleeves up revealing the scars in my arms. She looked surprised and sad.

"I haven't cut in 2 months. I left out some parts of the Lacy story. After she died I fell into depression. It used to be really bad. I wouldn't get out of bed, I wouldn't eat. I realized that it was making things worse and I flushed them. At first I missed it, I felt empty, emotionless with out it, but it got better. And it will for you too. I love you, Tori, I love you to death."

I looked at her tears streaming down my face.

"I've never told anyone about this, but this is my story. I was little when it started, my dad beat me and my mom. For five years we lived like that finally he was arrested. My mom met a guy and had my little sister, he left her. We grew up and I started middle school. It was fine I had some friends then they all moved. I started to get bullied, it kept getting worse than I couldn't handle it anymore. My first cut was October 7, I was 13. I felt it was the only thing that helped me feels something other than sad. I attempted suicide January 26, I was 13. I attempted again, November 19, I was 14. I wouldn't eat, I couldn't eat. Before I moved here I met someone, his name was James. I thought he wasn't like the others. I told him everything, and he went and told everyone, just to fit in. I trusted him, I knew I shouldn't have. That's what pushed me over bored. I cut really deep that night. Deeper than I should have. My mom had to take me to the hospital. I only cut one time after that. I haven't since. Here I am sixteen years old, I found my love, and I'm not broken anymore. I'm very thankful for that."