Don't want to love you

Chapter 13 (❗TW SELF-HARM)

A year and eight months later.

The brunette left the room covered with curtains, buttoning the top two buttons of her shirt and straightening her hair. A blonde ran out after her, shouting her name with a request to stop. The requests were completely ignored and then the girl grabbed the brunette by the hand.

"Can you fucking back off?" The brunette pulled her hand away and shouted angrily, which attracted the attention of people in the bar.

"But, Freen.." The blonde says uncertainly and looks at the girl in front of her with pleading in her eyes.

"Just forget my name forever." The brunette sighed and continued. "I've already forgotten yours." She grinned sarcastically at the blonde and went to the bar, where a young guy met her and shook his head dejectedly. "Stefan, another whiskey, please." He complied with her request and the girl emptied the glass in one gulp, twisting her lips from the strength, but still asked to repeat.

The bartender refilled her every time, although sometimes he asked her if she wanted to stop, to which the girl shook her head negatively. Before heading to the room with that blonde, the brunette also drank. But it's worth admitting that she was holding up well, despite the strength of alcohol and the amount she drank. Until a certain point, when she began to see a girl with a muted pink hair color, with a beautiful smile and facial contours. Freen reached out to the girl, but returning to reality, Stefan was in front of her, who was moving away from her. After that, the brunette's head was on the bar and you could hear her snoring nearby. The bartender rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly and looked at the girl with displeasure.

He walked around the bar from the side and approached the girl, groping in her pockets for her phone and wallet. He took money from his wallet for drinks. Turning on the phone, the guy found the password. He decided to look at the list of emergency contacts and, finding there a number written as "Baby 💗", pressed the call button.

"Freen?" After a large number of beeps, a sleepy female voice came.

"Um, sorry, but your girlfriend got drunk and fell asleep in our bar.. Could you come and pick her up?" Stefan heard a heavy sigh.

"Yes, of course, tell me the address of your bar."

Stefan said the address of the bar ended the call. He returned the phone to the brunette in his pocket and returned to his workplace waiting for the girl to arrive. After about seven minutes, a girl with pink hair just below her shoulders stood in front of him, round glasses on the bridge of her nose. Next to her was a guy who looked like her. He had brown hair combed back. Stefan narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth in surprise.

"You're Richard Armstrong, aren't you?" Then Stefan turned his gaze to the girl. "Are you Rebecca Patricia Armstrong?"

Richie and Becky looked at each other and grinned.

"Yes, but it's strange that you didn't recognize Freen Sarocha Chankimha, who is now sleeping peacefully in front of you." Becky pointed her index finger at the brunette.

"Oh, shit." Stefan looked at the brunette with surprise. "Anyway, I'm disappointed in her." After receiving a puzzled look, he began to explain. "She cheated on you, Rebecca. I'm sorry to pry into your personal life, but she left the room with the girl she yelled at." After these words, it suddenly became quiet, despite the music around. And at that moment, Richie laughed out loud, clutching his stomach.

"She's not my girlfriend." Becky smiled sadly, biting her lower lip. Stefan looked at her with an apology in his eyes. "It's okay. We have to go, thanks for looking after her." The girl handed the guy a few hundred and winked, and then put her arm around Freen's waist on one side, and Richie held her on the other and they headed to the car.

They carefully put the brunette in the back seat, the guy got behind the wheel, and the girl next to him.

"What do you think it is.." Richie looked at his sister with regret and carefully tried to start a conversation, but she just turned up the volume of the music.

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"What happened to you...?" Becky asked in a half-whisper, sitting on the bed next to the sleeping brunette. She gently fingered strands of brown hair, not knowing why she was doing it. Becky kissed Freen on the temple and slowly headed to the bathroom.

Becky sat down on the floor, leaning her head on the washing machine. She hugged her knees to her, thinking over the bartender's words. In the time that has passed since that incident, she and Freen have really become close. They spent every moment with each other, but almost two weeks ago, the brunette began to move away. She began to return home later, being drunk, and waved off Freen's questions. Becky didn't let her parents notice it and also defended the brunette in front of Lana. Despite the fact that she only got ignored in response, she still continued to do it. But she forgot about herself. Her diet has noticeably deteriorated, she has trouble sleeping and constant anxiety. And now that she was doing everything for Freen, the brunette decided to get drunk every day and sleep with strange girls?

Muffled sobs rang out in the complete silence. Tears from brown eyes dripped onto the tile. Becky squeezed her hips to hold back her sobs and felt a searing pain. She had a strong desire to hurt herself, as she had been doing for the past two weeks. Becky took a packed blade out of her jeans pocket. She treated the blade to avoid infection and, returning to her original position, lowered her jeans to her knees. There were scars and fresh cuts on the thighs of both legs, inflicted yesterday. The girl pressed the blade on the area where there were no signs of self-harm yet, and slowly drew a line, while closing her eyes, completely surrendering to physical pain. One line was followed by another; and another; and a third. Becky hissed in pain, but at the same time she enjoyed the feeling. She preferred to make cuts with a slow movement to deepen the wound, instead of sudden movements. Blood started to drip out of the scratches, and she wanted to treat it, but suddenly the bathroom door flew open.

A brunette with a pale expression appeared in the doorway, covering her mouth with her hand. Becky looked in fright at Freen, who was looking at the scarred thighs with the same shock. The brunette took her hand away from her mouth and wanted to say something, but instead she ran to the toilet and threw up.

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im sorry, i forgot to put a warning, i hope no one got hurt.