𝒞𝓁𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎'𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝒹ℯ𝒶𝓉𝒽 （𝒜 𝒸𝒽ℯ𝓃𝒻ℴ𝓇𝒹 𝒶𝓊）

Chapter eleven: Is it over now?

A/N: This chapter is set the night after the previous one, unfortunately you will not be given a confession, this is a slow burn for a reason😍 however in this chapter the issue about the tutoring will be brought up again! And because of how heavy the last few chapters, and well the whole story for that matter will be a bit more tame. Trigger warning for mentions of sexual assault, suicide, self harm, and brief mentions of abuse. Enjoy> 3

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Pain is a relative term, for one person something may be unbarable, to another it barely leaves a scar. For Tim there wasn't much pain he couldn't deal with. Not the bruises he'd been given on the regular from his dad, not the broken bones, or scars, but somehow this seemed more unbearable than all that put together. He laid awake staring at the ceiling that night, flashes of her bloody body kept him awake. He constantly reminded himself she was safe, yet he also didn't know how sure he was that she was safe. Not when 24 hours ago he almost lost her again. He couldn't sleep again, he couldn't fathom the thought that maybe she slipped again, maybe she was still being hurt. There was something about the interaction with her dad he couldn't shake, what had he done too her that had her begging the nurses to make him leave? The more he thought the more he worried, was Patrick Chen abusive in some way? Granted he hadn't seen bruises on Lucy like ones that appeared on his own flesh, but that brought him no comfort, especially as the night grew later.

She was sent home around 12:30 pm picked up by her frantic mother who muttered curses at her father the whole time. She'd gripped ahold of Tim the whole time, until her mother dropped him back off at his house because he refused to leave her side. By time the drugs wore off Lucy realized that she was scared again, that she was lonely again laying in her bed staring up at her ceiling as she attempted to drown out her parents yelling, the images that only began to replay in her head again. "He's going to be back Monday, what if he hurts you again?" Echoed through her mind, and she wished she could just blare her music and drown it out, but her dad decided against it when he took her phone, and her mom had yet to win that fight. Around 11:20 that night, she heard a tapping on the outside of her window, and there he stood outside her window.

Apparently he'd completely lost his mind, he went from a phone call to being outside her window. He rethought it completely afterwards, after he came to his senses that he was outside her window like some sort of insane person, after knowing what happened to her he was met with a rush of extreme guilt, and then a giggling girl opening her window. "Are you seriously outside my window right now?" She asked, lacking all seriousness completely throwing him off instantly. He was prepared for her to panic, or yell not giggle and smile like that, not when it did things to him. "I'm sorry, I didn't think about it. I just wanted to see you." He whispered, as she let him climb into her window. He couldn't help but look at her way to long for a moment she looked  a little bit like her old self, the one that was ripped from her. "I can't believe you crawled in through the window because you wanted to see me." She said, as he stepped closer to her. "I was worried about you." He whispered, while taking her hands in his, he tried so hard not to let her know that he was fucking terrified she wasn't breathing.

A wave of guilt washed over her, because she realized instantly what he was worried about, he was worried she'd slit her wrists or something, and suddenly she was even more embarrassed then before but she tried not to be as she squeezed his hands. "Thank you for checking on me." She said softly, masking the guilt the best she could, as she looked up at him. "Of course." He said, but he didn't seem to fully understand her words, he didn't seem to focus on anything but her eyes. "What about you?" She asked, clearly something was going on, something brought him to her widow in the middle of the night. "Hmm? What about me?" He asked, as his hands squeezed hers again. "Is something wrong?" She asked, and he hesitantly shook his head, but the way he squeezed her hands like she was slipping away said otherwise. "Tim? I'm sorry for scaring you."