The McLaren Boys (Oscar Pastry)

2.5

Rose's POV

"What the fuck happened?" Oscar yelled and I flinched.
"Please don't yell." I whisper, shaking.

I feel so dirty, so nasty, so weak.

"I asked you something, Rose!" he shouted again, and that's when Charles stepped in.

"She said, don't yell. She's freaked out and you're making it worse." he snapped at him and I looked at Oscar with probably very red eyes.

"Sun, what happened?" he then asked gently, walking towards me.

I flinch and hurt washes over his face.

"Darling... it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. I would never hurt you. What happened?" he assured me, walking closer and pulling me into his arms.

I break down crying again, while he whispers comforting words into my ear.

"I said no, Oscar." I gasp into his shoulder, trying to catch my breath.

"He hurt you?! He raped you?!" he raised his voice and stood up walking to the guy.

He stepped on his balls multiple times, then kicking his stomach a bit more. At the end he punched his face and literally spat on him.

He turned to look at me.

"Nobody hurts my girl."

I will not lie, I would find this attractive at every other time, just not right now.

(this part was so cringe to write😭)

Charles and Arthur were obviously uncomfortable, so Charles spoke.

"Hey, we'll leave you here to talk." while tapping my shoulder and exited the room along with Arthur.

"Baby, are you okay? No! That was a stupid question. You are not okay. Please just know i'm here for you, okay." he smiles at me softly and I nod, before burying my face into the crook of his neck.

"Are you gonna be okay till this weekend?" he asked worried.
"I have to be. I have no other choice, really." I answer quietly.

"Oh, Sun I am so sorry. You didn't deserve this. No one does." he kindly said and hugged me again.

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Oscar and I were laying in my room, in my birth house and it felt extremely weird.

There was always some noise going on when Mama was here.

Either she was cleaning, or watching the TV which would provide the noise.

Oscar has been acting like I have to be treated like glass; he wouldn't even hug me, and it was getting on my nerves.

I wanted him to hug me, to tell me everything's going to be alright.

But none of it happened, he just laid in the bed, scrolling through his phone.

It was like he didn't care at all.

Maybe I didn't deserve his attention.

I mean, I was a just a broken girl with mental issues, while he was basically an angel.

Just one cut wouldn't be bad, right?

It would just release the pain.

Just one.

I stood up from the bed and Oscar eyed me suspiciously.

"Where are you going?" he asked.
"I'm going to take a shower... I feel dirty. Still." I answered quietly, and he nodded before looking back at his phone.

Oh, well.

I opened the bathroom door and locked them behind me. I don't really want to get caught.

I brought a jumper and some sweatpants with me, so I can hide the cuts.

Just one.

After turning on the shower, I sat on the floor and took the blade out of my phone case and place it between my thumb and index finger.

Just one cut.

I make a gash on my arm.

Accidentally.

But that's not enough. I need more. I need to feel pain.

I need to feel something.

I make another next to it.

And another one.

Another.
Another.
Another.

Until my arm wasn't covered in blood.

I loved my own blood. I loved seeing the red liquid running down my arm, knowing I hurt myself.

I simply loved it.

After massacring my arm, I went into the shower, feeling the stinging sensation of the cuts.

When I was done in the shower, I bandaged the gashes, because the blood wouldn't stop dripping out. and dressed into my jumper.

I came out of the bathroom, Oscar eyeing me up and down.

It looked like something snapped inside him when he suddenly stood himself up and literally running to me, just to embrace me into his arms.

I melted into the hug.

It felt so nice.

"Don't hurt yourself, Sun. Please, for me. I know it's hard, but please try. Everything will be okay. Alright?" he comforted me, almost reading my mind with it.

"Thank you, butterfly." I smile into the kiss we share.
"Butterfly?" he chuckled and I nod proudly.
"Yes, they're beautiful... just like you." I look down, biting on my lip when shyness hits me.

He cups my cheek for me to look at him. He was blushing hard.
"I will always be here for you." he says and kisses my forehead.
(sure he will...)

"Thank you." I repeated.
"Show me." he whispered.
"Show you what?" I asked confused.
"Show me the cuts." he says a bit louder now.

"No, Oscar you don't want to see them. They're ugly." I started defending myself.
"Please." he pleaded and I gave in.

I sat him on the bed and rolled up my sleeve.
He gently removed the bandages, trying not to hurt me.

"It's okay. You won't hurt me." I lie and smile at him.

His eyes widen when he sees the gashes, so I snap my arm towards myself.

"No, show me." he demanded softly.

I show him what he asked and he takes a hold of my arm again.

He pressed a kiss on the first one.

Then the second.
Third.
Fourth.

Till he kissed all of them.

"They're unique." he breathes out.
"They're a sign of weakness." I laugh more at myself than anyone else.

"Now, you're wrong. They're not a sign of weakness. They're a sign of bravery, healing and strength. You've come so far, Sun. You are the strongest person I know. After today... I- I wouldn't survive this. You did. And you will. So your mother can be even more proud of you. Okay?" he expressed.

"Okay."

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SOOOOO????

see, there was no drama🤭

if you saw any mistakes, no you didn't.

love ya'll x

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