Expected (18+)

10

"He hung up?" I tell my father as the phone hangs up " he probably uhh lost service" my father stutters and that's when I realize.

He's avoiding me.

"Why isn't he talking to me? What did I do?" I ask my father as tears fall from my eyes "he uhm, he told me to tell you he doesn't want to talk to you anymore Val" my father whispers as he walks up to me slowly.

"What?" I say looking up with him as tears fall from my eyes, all I feel right now is pain, why would he do this to me, why would he leave me when I needed him most.

Maybe I was a bet, maybe all he had to do was act like he liked me then just leave me, and of course me being an idiot I fell for it.

It's all my fault.

"I want to be alone" I tell my father and he nods leaving the hospital room, the sad thing is in two weeks I have to go back to school and I have to see him.

Slowly, I grab my phone and start taking off my phone case, a river of tears stream down my face and I can't stop them, I just stare at the blade with blurry eyes.

Picking it up and bringing it to my wrist I send a harsh cut and I almost scream but the pain faded away, I need more.

"Is it because of me"

"Princes"

"Why do you cut your wrist"

"I'm so sorry"

"It's all my fault"

His words ring through my head but I don't stop, I send harsher cuts deep in my skin as blood drips on my leg but I don't care.

I don't want to feel anymore, it all hurts, he left me after telling me he would never doing that and telling me he's so sorry for everything he put me through just to do it again.

"Let me see your wrist, princess" I roll my eyes and show him my wrist that I haven't cut in days since I've been close with him.

He smiles before hugging me and kissing my forehead "I'm proud of you" he whispers and my ear and something goes through my body and straight to my heart.

"I'm so sorry for putting you in that position were you thought you had to hurt yourself to feel better, it doesn't princess, it just makes it worse" he whispers.

Groaning, I stare down at my cut wrist before standing up and walking over to the bathroom, I watch as the blood drips from my wrist into the sink making the water a deep dark red.

I realize how much I cut, I cut so much that if I kept going I would have bled out most likely, my life is seriously fucked, my father is the only person I have and I haven't showed him any attention lately.

Running out of the bathroom and putting on my jacket I open the hospital room doors to see my father with tears in his eyes as he stands there and his hands to his face.

"Daddy?" I whisper and he looks up quickly and wipes his tears "hey, I was just getting you your favorite" he says as he lifts up a chocolate chip cookie and I smile walking over to him and taking him into a big hug.

"I love you, so much" I whisper, suddenly I feel his strong arms wraps around my waist and he hugs me tightly.

"I love you so much more" he whispers in my ears and I smile softly as I melt into his touch, I've missed this, I've missed him.

I've always took my father for granted, I never thought of how hard it was for him to lose his wife, the woman he loved enough to want to spend the rest of his life with her.

I was selfish and never cared to ask him if he was okay, I guess with everything going on in my life I never thought about anyone else, I was truly selfish.

"Are you okay" I ask him and I watch as he looks down at me before slowly nodding, a small smile stretched across his face but I know it's not real.

Who could actually be happy right now, Being in a coma for months then waking up to someone you trusted ghosting you out of the blue.

I trusted him, at least I tried to trust him, but he was always the villain in my story and maybe that wasn't meant to change.

Or maybe he wasn't meant to change, maybe he never cared for me like he liked to act like he did, maybe I was a nobody to him, just another of his woman who he fucks then throws to the side.

Maybe, me and him are just not meant to be friends or even in each others life because from the experience we have had, it doesn't look like it.

Ezra hasn't did anything but bring me pain and I hope he fucking know that, I hate him, and I never want to speak to him again.

How can u do that to someone you told you were sorry for everything you put them through, how can u do that to someone that made your smile grow when you saw them, how can you do that to someone who loved you.

I thought my life was bad when my mother came back, or I was cutting myself because of him, but now everything has just gotten worse than it ever has and I know he doesn't regret a god damn thing.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I really really fucking hate him with everything in my fucking body.

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Hello everyone, this chapter was kinda rushed because I'm trying to get another book out.