I pace through my living room, waiting for Tim to arrive. What if he finds out? What have I done? I'm so stupid. I need it again. I need to cut again. I deserve it for being stupid and fat
Knock knock
I rush to the door and open it, wearing sweatpants, a white tank top that is covered by a huge hoodie that hides my cuts and scars
"Hey, what happened?" Tim asks with a cold, but... concerned face
"I... I had a bad dream... and sort of... panicked... I'm so sorry for calling you this late!"
"Well, I'm up now, so are you gonna let me in or...?" He trails off, expecting me to let him in
"Yes...yes. of course, sorry, " I say and move so he can enter
"What was the dream about?" He asks, leaving me shocked and nervous.
What do I do?
"Uh...some...monsters..." I lie, I can't tell him about chris and what he did to me. He'll think it's my fault too
"Seriously? You call me at 1 because you had a bad dream about monsters???!"
"No...no...I'm lying.... sorry, I...uhm....it's just personal... and.... and I'm not sure... I can... tell you... I'm so sorry for calling late... I'm just... I don't know why I called... this is stupid... you should go back home... you know? Get some sleep... I shouldn't have wok-" I start rambling, but tim cuts me off
"Stop," tim cuts me off, telling me to stop rambling with a stern voice that makes me shut up immediately. Partially because it's a sudden loud, strong voice, and partially because of my trauma, from my childhood, chris and... Caleb...
"Stop it, take a deep breath. If you don't want to say, that's fine. But one day, you owe me, one he'll of an explanation, " he says as he puts his strong hand on my shoulder. A soothing gesture. I look down at my feet, my hands fidgeting together, my fingertips touching each other. My lower lip between my teeth, gently giving it a small bite
"Lucy" he says with a more annoyed, angry tone
"Y-Yes.... sorry... sir... I... yes..." I stutter
"If you wake me up again, at 1 am, and then refuse to tell me what's wrong, I won't come, so sit down and drink tea before I'm leaving" he says as I walks to the kitchen, starting to make tea
Tea. Right
How much calories is in it?
It can't be more then 3, right? I mean it's tea, I can't get fatter from...tea? Then all my hard work would be for nothing.
It's tea
YOU ARE READING
~lucy chen~ slow burn
FanfictionTW SH, TW SUICIDAL THOUGHTS,TW ABUSE, TW R@PE. what if chris broke up with lucy becauseshe was too old and fat and ugly for him (she isnt, my angel), so she decided to go to a bar to drain the feelings... Chris was abusive, he raped and hit her Cal...
