What happens when a girl with a rough past meets the boy of her dreams? Will he be able to provide her the comfort in the way that she needs? Or will he back out after a few months, not being satisfied with his rewards?
STARTED: January 2024
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A month later, Juraj went on another road trip. This one was two weeks long. During the two weeks Millie had spiraled back into the cycle of depression. It had gotten so bad that she pulled apart the boy's razors to cut herself, to feel some sort of relief. She had left them out, forgetting that he was coming back today.
"I'm home!" Her eyes went wide, remembering the bloody blades and bandages that she left on the counter in the bathroom. She dashed to the bathroom to hide them, but she tripped in the process, falling down, "Arw you okay?" The girl nodded, "That excited to see me?"
"I- yeah." She got up, limping into his arms, hugging him.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He kneeled down and rolled up her pajamas. Her knee was slightly bloody, "Let me go grab some uhh- antiseptic gel. I'll be right back."
Busted.
He entered the bathroom and saw the bloody mess on his counters, immediately thinking the worst, which was true, "Emília?" She slowly walked to the bathroom and saw the boy, wide-eyed and staring, "What happened?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! I-I swear!" Her rambling was stopped by a soft kiss to her lips.
"What happened, love?" He asked again, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I-I-I did it." She was ashamed. She couldn't look him in the eye, ending up just staring at her feet.
His hand grabbed hers, and then he took the hem of her sleeve with the other, "Can I?" She just nodded, still not making eye contact.
He slowly rolled up her sleeve. The lines on her arms were bright red. You couldn't miss them from across the room. Millies eyes filled with tears that threatened to spill any second. He was trying his best not to change his expression, but she still noticed how his eyes widened and eyebrows raised when he saw.
With feather light touch, he ran his index finger over the mark. She winced, feeling the pain from his cold touch.
"I'm sorry," She threw herself in his arms. Her knees buckled, and she sank to the floor. Juraj kept a steady grip on the girl, holding her all the way down, "I'm so sorry."
"Don't apologize, love. It's not your fault," He held her, slowly rubbing from under her shoulder to her collarbone, "What happened?"
"I-I... I just... I don't know. I'm sorry." She curled up into his lap, holding his muscular arm. Then she moved away, "If you want me to go, I'll go. I-I totally understand."
