It was over. The OTRT was finally over. I just wanted to get home and see my family and ask my beautiful girlfriend Genesis a very special question. I sat on the couch and gave her a call.
"Hello?" I could hear in her voice that she was crying.
"Gen? Are you alright? What's wrong? Is everything at school going alright?"
"Yea, it's all fine! Are you home?"
"Yea! I can come over if you want."
"No!! Let me come their! See you in a few!" She hung up. I could tell their was something wrong.
About a half an hour later I heard a knock on the door of my apartment.
"Genesis!!!" She came in and hugged me weakly. When I placed my hand on her waist she winced in pain and pulled away. "You okay Gen?" "Yea, just fine.." I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder. I threw her on the couch and raised her shirt just enough to see her waist. Their was a bruise the size of my hand, maybe a little bigger. "What happened?" "I hit the side of a table, it's nothing I'll be fine." She got up and grabbed a blanket and cuddled herself on the couch. When I went to grab my sweatshirt I noticed something on my shoulder. "Is this...blood? What the hell?" I pulled off my shirt and saw two little lines of blood. "Hey, Genesis? Would you come here a second?" She walked in and before she could ask any questions I scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom. I placed her on the scale and she tried getting off but I wouldn't let her. 110.2 lbs. "Gen? Is their something we need to talk about?" She started crying. I picked her up and placed her on the counter pulling out the first aid kit. "W-what are you d-doing?" She whimpered. I pulled up her sleeves to see the endless scars. "Please tell me the truth...where did the bruise come from....why are you doing this to yourself...please?" I've never seen her so vulnerable. "While you were on tour, I found out I was anorexic! My mom thought it was because I wasn't spending as much times with my step dad, but all he does is hit me and yell at me. Then at school everyone calls me fat and worthless and I couldn't take it anymore...I needed you." All I could do was hug her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and we stood their for a good ten minuets while she cried into my neck. She pulled away and took out a spray can of disinfectant. "Please no!" She begged, I knew if she wanted to heal she would need this. I placed a firm grip beneath her elbow and cleaned her up. Her crying doubled. I picked her up and laid her on the floor of my bedroom kissing every beaten bruise, and cut. "Would you like to come live with me instead?"
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