Bill furrowed his eyebrows.
"Tom,"
"I know, I know." I grunted, leaning forward as
I put my head in my hands.
"Shit," Bill muttered. "She doesn't even know the truth, yet you knocked her up? Tom, you need to tell her the truth before it's -"
"The truth?" I looked down.
"The truth." Bill spoke.
"She doesn't need to know the truth." I remarked, rubbing the back of my neck.
Bill got up, shaking his head as he left. "That's fucked up, Tom." Georg mumbled, and followed behind Bill.
If keeping her safe is fucked up, then I'm fucked up like theres no tomorrow.
I bit my lip ring, tapping the counter as I gripped the glass bottle I had in hand tightly.
They think they know everything.
My grip tightened.
Well, they don't.
Remind me, who was the one who even came up with this project in the first place? Fucking me. Apparently I'm the cunt here for trying to protect a teenage girl I fucking knocked up.
The glass cracked,
I'm the bad guy? The fuck did I even do to get this fucking label.
Then shattered.
"Fuck," I groaned, shaking my hand a little as blood trickled down my palm. Sliced open, gushing blood. I winced at the sight and grabbed a rag, tying it around my hand before I pushed the rest of the glass to the side.
I hope it gets in their fucking food.
I licked my thumb, rubbing off the blood still running down my tensed forearms. My veins were rapidly showing.
I walked to my room, grunting slightly as I looked over to Kirsty.
She mumbled a little, her head moving to the side.
I looked down, pulling out my phone from my pocket, and dialled in a clinics number. I held it to my ear after a moment, leaning against my desk as the line picked up.
K A N E ' S P O V
I sighed, my eyes slowly opening to the sound of chatter. I gazed over at Tom. On the phone, he nodded while talking and wandered around.
My eyes flickered to his hand.
"Hey, hey, go back to sleep." He closed his phone, putting it to the side.
"Your hand."
"Accident, I'm fine. We got tomorrow scheduled. 9am, alright?" He said, looking down at his shoes for a moment before he turned, looking back at me and raising an eyebrow in silent question.
I nodded. He nodded back in reassurance and was about to leave.
"Tom?"
"Mm?" He hummed, turning towards the bed.
"I'm really, really fucking scared."
He pursed his lips, and approached before crawling onto the bed next to me, feling it dip slightly.
He pulled me close, his lips pressing a gentle kiss on my shoulder.
"Everything is going to be alright."
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𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 .★. 𝗧.𝗞.
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