Envy TS & TK

Cuts

⚠️Blood, it will be marked, it's not very descriptive at all but could be triggering for those who suffer from self harm⚠️

Word count: 1110

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Also hold onto your weaves

Taylor POV

The school week went by pretty quickly, I've had an easy week. Minus the few beatings from Joe, this has been the easiest week I've had in a long time.

My symptoms have not stopped. I keep testing but they all continue to be negative. I know what you're thinking.

Go to the doctor or ask Travis.

I would but I don't have any money to go to the doctor. As for Travis, I haven't told him yet and I don't think I will for a while. Mainly for a fact that between Joe and Travis they have the highest possibility of being this possible baby's creator.

I snap out of my thoughts when I hear Joe coming up the stairs and I quickly get back to folding laundry so that I don't risk a beating. In normal Joe fashion he inters our bedroom by slamming the door open, I don't know how it's still on its hinges.

"Hurry up bitch I don't want you to be late like last time. John was pissed off about it. So get your ass up and get downstairs and on your way!" Joe shouts at me throwing his hands in the air. He then turns and slams the door shut on his way out.

I get up and make my way to the bathroom mainly because I want to test before I go to John's apartment.

I grab a new box of tests form under the bathroom sink and pull out all three that's in the box. I open the wrapping on them all and set them on the counter.

After peeing in a cup I quickly dip all three of the tests in the cup. I place the caps on them and then head back into our room to grab a change of clothes, my small first aid kit, cellphone charger and some cash. I put them in my backpack that I take with me every time I go to someone's house.

I walk back into the bathroom, bag and phone in hand, to check the tests before I leave. I quickly flip them over and read the response. All the test have the same answer. One line. Negative.

I keep studying them but the answer doesn't change in the shitty lighting in our bathroom. I hear Joe call for me to get going to John's. I quickly put the tests in my backpack and walk down the narrow hallway to the stairs and out the door.

Time skip 10 minutes later

I'm running late to John's apartment. Which will mean that this will be just like last week. It won't be good.

Last week John had me locked and tied up in a closet for hours after he had beaten, raped, and cut me. It was one of the longest and most terrifying experiences of my life. I didn't think I was gonna make it.

I make it to John's apartment. As soon as I approach the door it flies open and a raging John is standing in the doorway. He grabs me by the arm and rips me inside the small living space. 

I immediately know that this is going to be worse than last week.

Time skip 4 hours later
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I regain consensus and blink the dots out of my vision. As soon as I'm fully conscious that's when I realize the pain.

I look down and see a sea of blood coming from some deep and long cuts on my thighs and my lower stomach. I then look more and see that there are also blood coming from some cuts on my upper arms and the tops of my breasts.

"Holy shit," I faintly whisper.

I look to my right to see my clothes I had on when I got here and my backpack. I grab my bag and open it searching for my very small first aid kit.

I open it and grab the pain killers inside it and take a few of the pills dry. I put the kit back in my bag. I then grab my change of clothes, then I realize that I need to stop the bleeding as much as I can.

In a quick decision I grab the change of clothes plus the ones I wore here, and put them on John's bed that's to my left and then use his bed to help stand and I lean heavily against it. I take the clothes I wore here and start to wrap and tie them around the places bleeding the most. Thankful that I wore a hoodie along with the shirt I was wearing.

I then put the change of clothes overtop of all the wrapping I just did. Not bothering to put on any underwear or my bra as it's the least of my worries. I grab my back pack with the little strength and consensus I had left and walked to the front door seeing that John is passed out in his recliner, beer in hand.

I make it out the door and head towards the stairs getting more lightheaded the more I walked. I could see Travis' apartment complex from John's apartment complex and I knew I didn't have that far to go but it felt like it was miles longer than the 100 or so feet it really was.

By the time I get to the last five steps before I'm on Travis' level I feel like I'm going to collapse any second. I can see his door. The short five steps up the stairs and three steps to his front door and I'm there.

Walking up the stairs my legs are shaking and on fire. I can look behind me and see the unfaltering trail of blood behind me and pooling at my feet and dripping onto my old beat up converse that were a birthday gift from Blake.

⚠️end

I make it to his front door and fall straight to my ass as my legs give out and my vision starts to go out as well. As if the angels answer my silent prayers the door I'm leaning against is opened and my head and upper body fall onto the shoes of someone I know.

"Travis," I faintly rasp out.

It all goes black after that.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

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