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Chapter 23

Chapter 23
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There is bloody flour everywhere.

After Harry left to go pick up some more clothes, I went back into my apartment to make us something to eat. That went fine. I made tacos, I knew they are his favourite and they are easy enough to make. I've already eaten mine though, my stomach was making some funny ass noises while I was cooking.

Then I got the bright idea to make some cookies for us to munch on later while we chill. And that is why it looks like someone set off a flour bomb in my apartment. I'm quite good at baking, I actually pride myself in it however, I am very messy. There's empty egg shells, sugar, chocolate chips and flour all over my sides. I'm pretty sure I've got some of it in my hair.

I continued to mix up the cookie dough in the bowl and had started to put little balls onto the tray I'll put in the oven, when I heard my apartment door open up. Not long after in walked Harry with a black duffel bag and a bleeding nose.

Wait. His nose is bleeding?

"Harry what the hell happened?" I walked straight over to him holding his chin with my cookie dough covered hand so I could inspect his face further. He didn't look like he'd been beaten up but the blood coming from his nose says he least took one punch to the face. I grabbed his hand and walked him into my bathroom. "Sit." I pointed at the toilet seat.

Harry did as I said and sat on the closed toilet. He didn't look in pain or anything but he looked annoyed. I opened up the mirror and pulled out my little first aid kit I've used on him many times before. "So are you going to tell me what happened?"

"I guess you could say my father didn't want me to leave." He shrugged while I held a tissue under his nose to collect some of the blood. I further inspected his nose now that I could see it better and I don't think it's broken but I think it may bruise under his eyes a bit.

"I'm so sorry Harry." I couldn't help but apologise to him. I hate that he doesn't have a loving household. He really deserves it. As I was wiping Harry's nose with an antiseptic wipe, I could see him eyeing up the little medical box I have. I was a little confused as to why so I looked with him and there, sat on top of everything were two blades that I've used to cut my self before. I chucked them in there the last time I used them, they must have moved to the top as I was shuffling around in there to find the wipes.

I immediately slammed the lid shut and carried on wiping Harry's nose. I didn't make any eye contact with him, I was too embarrassed that he saw that. Harry pulled his head back and used his hand to make me look at him. I thought that he'd be angry but he didn't look it. He sat there with a side smile, his thumb was circling on the side of his cheek and I could feel my eyes brimming with tears. I wasn't sad but I just never wanted him to see that. "Baby, don't cry please."

Harry held my waist and pulled me onto his lap. He just smiled at me, I couldn't help but smile back at him. His hands stayed held on the bottom of my back. "Maybe you should get rid of them Bri."

My heart skipped a beat. That thought has never crossed my mind because I've always been so dependent on them. Throwing them out would make me feel nervous because I don't have them to turn to if I feel like I need them. "Oh, I- uhm. I don't know."

"Hey. Don't overthink it.." his hands came up to hold my face. "...I'm obviously not going to force you to do anything but I was thinking that maybe if you get rid of them it will stop the temptation to hurt yourself."

I completely understand what he's saying but it's just not that simple. It would be so hard for him to understand because he doesn't feel the things I feel. I've relied on hurting myself for so long, just getting rid of that is hard.