Raven me this

~CHAPTER 4~

Blair Zabini

I woke up at about 3am with my stomach churning.

I sat up and looked where I was.

Hold up. This isn't my room. Nor the girls. Or my brothers.

HOLY FUCK.

I mentally cursed at myself when I saw Mattheo asleep on the sofa in the room.

I stood up to grab my shoes and run but as I bent down to pick them up I felt bile filling my throat.

"Shit" I said before racing into his bathroom and hunching over the toilet emptying everything inside of my body.

"Fuck fuck fuck" I sighed as I went to throw up again.

I heard footsteps walking. No running towards the bathroom.

"Shit Blair you okay?" Mattheo asked as he ran towards me and took the hair out of my hands that I was holding up. "Do I look okay?" I replied before resting against the wall that was next to the toilet as he sat down next to me.

We sat in silence for a moment not daring to look at one another.

"How bad was I" I sighed as I finally looked at him. Which was when I realized he was only wearing shorts.

He had abs that looked like they were made of bricks. His arm muscles well defined as he rested them on his legs. His jaw line looked sharp enough to cut through paper perfectly.

But he also had scars covering his chest and probably on his back from what I could see on his shoulder. I felt for him. I really did.

I took a quick glance at his lower arm to see if my thoughts were right. And they were.

He had self harm scars scattered from the elbow to the wrist.

His dark mark was covered in them. As if he was trying to get rid of it.

I think he felt me staring before he waved his hand in front of my face to get my attention

"Hello? Blair you in there?" He said still waving his hand. "What? Oh shit erm yeah just erm nothing" I replied looking down at my lap and fiddling with my hands before realizing my scars were on show on my thighs and quickly pulled my dress down to cover them. Hoping he didn't see them.

"What's the story" he asked. "What?" I asked confused. "Everyone has a story" he replied before nodding to my thighs.

Shit. He saw them.

I let out a sight not wanting to tell him but I did anyways.

"Promise you won't tell Blaise" I asked looked up at him. "Now why would I do that" he shrugged. "Please. Only Luna and the girls know" I practically begged looking up at him with pleading eyes.

He looked back into my eyes for a second considering his choices before saying "fine now spill" and looking away from me.

I took in a deep breath before starting to explain my story to him.