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Tw - Violence, talks about ED

Tw - Violence, talks about ED

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I'm here for you, JJ.

Thank you, Max.

EL SAT IN THE living room, everyone silently watching the back of her head as she faced the static shown TV

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EL SAT IN THE living room, everyone silently watching the back of her head as she faced the static shown TV.

Jayden rolled her long sleeves over her left hand and clenched it tight while her right was at her lips, picking the skin and making her flinch. It felt nice though. The small burn as she picked the not yet dead skin off of her raw, pink lips.

Max stared at her hand before getting the courage to grab it and take it in her own. The red-head did not like Jayden picking at her lips, she knew it hurt her. 

The Harrington girl glanced at Max, her eyes slightly hooded. "What?" She whispered.

"Don't pick your lips." Max whispered back, playing with the ring on Jay's middle finger. Jayden sighed but relaxed, letting Max have full control of her hand. That's when Eleven removed her blindfold and turned towards her friends. Family.

"What's he doing now?" Vera asked, leaning over the couch.

"He's in his room." She said simply. "On his bed." With that, El stood up and traveled to the kitchen.

"I should go check on her." Jayden whispered. Max nodded and reluctantly let go of her girlfriends hand. Eleven was in the kitchen with a tired look. "You okay?" Jayden asked as she got a glass for the girl and filled it up with water.

She handed El the water and sat herself on the counter next to Eleven. "El.. if it ever gets too much you can tell us." She said to the girl who had just downed the water in under a second. "I know what it feels like when stress overflows. It's never good." Jayden took the glass and leaned towards the sink, filling the water up again.

"What do you mean?" Eleven asked quietly, looking up at the girl. The brunette sighed, handing El the glass while trying to think of a way to explain.

"Everyone has their own stress, and if it builds up and there is too much, bad things happen."

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