Finding 4

Chapter 28

Callum

I've tried to forget about it, like she asked. I've tried to not think of the way she cried, or the blood stain on my shirt, but I can't. I can't sit here, thinking about what she's doing to herself, and just let it happen.

But I can't tell anyone either. She'd never forgive me if I did that.

Having her hate me is better than not having her at all.

What if something happens? What if she accidentally cuts too deep? What if it gets infected?

It's not a healthy way to cope. If she needs help, she needs help, not a temporary fix that just ends up hurting her even worse in the end.

Plus, Brody asked me to take care of her. This is taking care of her.

I have to tell someone.

I can't, but I have to.

Even if it means I lose her.

My knuckles rap against the door, and a swell of nerves run through me. Seriously, I might throw up.

"Callum," Mr. Chris says a little shocked when he pulls open the door. "Marley's not here, she stayed the night with Tierny and Keely."

"Uh," I rub the back of my neck and then add, "I'm actually here to talk to you."

"Oh," he flashes his eyes. "Yeah, okay."

When he steps to the side, I walk into the house. The two of us go into the sitting room, where we sit down on separate sofas.

"What's up?" He asks leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. "Is everything okay?"

"Uh..." I rub my hands together nervously. She's going to hate me. "It's Marley."

Mr. Chris takes a deep breath and sits back up. I can feel the nervousness and confusion radiating off of the large, tattooed man.

"Is she okay?"

I swallow nervously and manage to make eye contact with him. Here goes nothing.

I spend the next few minutes telling Mr. Chris about what I walked in on the other night. About the several other cuts, and about how she cried. I left out how she said she was feeling. Why? I'm not sure. Maybe I was trying to spare a little bit of whatever she felt towards me before.

He paces the room, rubbing the back of his neck and occasionally letting out small puffs of air. He hasn't said anything at all, but I can tell exactly what he's thinking.

"Are you sure?" He asks. "That's what you saw?"

I just nod, my leg bouncing now and my hands still rubbing together, feeling more sweaty than they did before. My nerves haven't calmed down at all, if anything they've just gotten worse.

"Shit," he whispers, rubbing his hands over his face.

The front door opens, and my stomach drops because I know who it is. I also know this could be the last time I ever see her.

She's gonna hate me.

A/N

Super short chapter.

Also, the og characters will be coming into play soon, don't worry.