Closets Or Not| j.sims+c.johnson

Chapter 10

Jakes POV

James and I had finished putting all my stuff in his room. Chris had moved in with Casey. Which was fine with me but I felt bad putting Chris with him. Casey had locked himself in his room. I kept my arms covered while we moved my stuff.

"Want a drink Jake?" James asks as he gets ready to leave the room. I shake my head. He nods and says he going down stairs. I then wait till I know he's gone. Then I rush to the bathroom. I take my shirt off and gasp. My sleeve is now stained red. Well shit, I'm gonna have I get rid of this one. And I really liked it too.

My arm stung as I ran cold water over it. I hoped that no one came looking for me. I cleaned my arm off and dabbed it to dry. I hisses as I accidentally whipped it. I bit my lip and threw my head around.

"Looks like I'm gunna need long sleeves." I say to myself as I look in the mirror. I have bags under my eyes and I'm shaking. Quite violently may I add. I couldn't do it. I just couldn't. I closed my eyes a focused on my breathing. Which came out staggered and jagged.

"Jake?" I hear Charlie and I cuss under my breath. Then I rap my arms around my stomach and walk out. Charlie does a double take as he sees me without a shirt on.

"Hey. Were you gunna take a shower?" he asks and I think. I hesitate and nod. Then I speak while looking down.

"Yeah but it's fine. What you need mate?" I ask and he jams his hands in his pocket. I knew he had a question. I just hoped he was okay with all of this. Charlie was one of my best mates. My hands tightened on my ribs as he opened his mouth.

"Is what Casey- I mean is what he accused. Was- is he- is it true?" he asks. He rubs the back of his head. I look up at him. I gulp and look down. I don't know how to answer him. I mean- I like Casey. But at the same time I've always liked girls. I've always preferred vagina over dick.

"I um. I can't really answer that for you Chaz. Cause I'm not sure myself." I whisper the last part and look down at my feet. I heard Charlie's breathing.

"Oh ok I just wanted to ask I didn't want to offend you." His voice is a whisper and I shake my head. I run a hand threw my hand. I'm glad he's looking down so he can't see my arm.

"It's okay Char." I say and he nods. Then he turns and walks out. I sigh and go into the closet and grab a thin dark long sleeve shirt. I pull it over my body and look at my arms. You can't see the cuts and I sigh. I then go to the window sil. I hit my head against the wall over over and over. This is a bad idea. I should have just left.

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