𝕔𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕡 | ranboo x male oc

11

a/n PLEASE READ
this chapter is kinda angst so please don't read this chapter if these trigger you:

-reference to past abuse
-self harm (cutting)

james pov:
"bye noah" i say as i hop in wills car. i look at my brother to see him smiling at me. "so are you guys like a thing now?" "is that weird that i'm dating one of your friends? also please don't tell anyone." "no, you seem great together and your secret is safe with me." i connect my phone to the car and start playing devil town on spotify.

after the short car ride we arrive at our house. i get out and will unlocks the front door. we walk inside and make plans for dinner since i missed lunch due to noah's stream.

i go up to my room and right as i'm about to close the door, i hear a knock on the front door. i assume will opens it then i hear him yelling. "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY HOUSE, JAMES MADE IT CLEAR THAT HE NEVER WANTS TO SEE YOU AGAIN!!!"

i bolt downstairs to see my ex, liam at the door. "what the actual fuck are you doing here." "hey j, i know i fucked up before but i really miss you." i hated when people call me 'j' because of liam. "go away please." i didn't even notice the tears rolling down my face.

he tries to walk in but will pushes him back. "will, please let me in i messed up, don't you believe in second chances?" "not for abusers like you! just go away james doesn't want to see you and especially doesn't want to get back with you!" liam looks directly at me with an angry expression on his face. "well it looks like you haven't changed, your still such a baby.i wouldn't have hurt you if you didn't deserve it. i should have killed you when i had the chance."

will and i stood there in shock as liam walked away. "james are you ok?" i can't get a single word out. i run up to my room tears still streaming down my face. i dig through my dresser to find a small box.

i open the box and see my razors are still in good condition. it's been almost a year since i last used these, then again it's been almost a year since i've seen liam. he was right, i did deserve it.

i pull out the small shiny object and bring it to my thigh. i zone out for a bit but when i zone back in my thighs are covered in semi-deep cuts, not deep enough for stitches but definitely not shallow. i see there's a small puddle of blood below where i'm sitting. i get up and walk to the bathroom trying to bear the pain.

i open the cabinet and grab the bandages. i wrap them around the wounds and walk back to my room. i put on a pair of black sweatpants then clean up the blood. i put the small box back in its original place. i grab my phone to plug it in then curl up in bed under my covers. i cry myself into a peaceful slumber.