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Ruined

I wake up and immediately reach out for Braden's warmth. When I don't find it my eyes pop open and I scan the room over with my eyes. When I don't see him I get up and put on one of Braden's tees that's way too big for me and look in the living room, kitchen, then finally his room. I peek in and see him in a pair of jeans with no shirt on. I admire his perfectly toned chest and arms, even better than that second day I was here in this exact position.

He put on a t shirt and I pouted. He turned around and I hid back behind the wall.

"Hey izzy." Brandon said.

"It's izzabelle. Not izzy." I say, playing along with the whole second morning thing.

"We're you enjoying the view?" Braden asks teasingly.

I blush a bit.

"I didn't see the view, there was an elephant wearing pants blocking my way." I say nonchalantly, and poke Brandon in the belly as hard as I can.

"Oh my god! Is your hand alright?" He asks, faking worry.

I roll my eyes.

"How am I supposed to hurt my hand on a sack of pudding?" I ask walking off and into the kitchen to make breakfast.

As soon as I put the bacon in the pan, Braden was behind me messing with my hair.

I flicked him away, unable to concentrate with him annoying me.

I walk to the other side of the insanely large kitchen as Braden tries to kiss my neck and bother me in multiple ways.

I continue trying to cook.

"CRAP!" I yell, running over to the bacon.

"Braden you made me completely burn the bacon! Neither you or me get bacon! And its ALL YOUR FAULT!" I yelled at Braden, giggling.

"Oh you love it!" Braden says.

He grabs me and pulls me to him fairly roughly. He kisses me passionately.

I pull away and go to my bedroom.

"I'm gonna take a shower! Ok?!" I yell to Braden.

"Alright baby girl!" He yelled back. I couldn't help the smile that broke out over my face and the flips my heart did.

I went into my connecting bathroom.

I've been having the urge to cut all day. I haven't in a while. I want to soooo bad. But I don't want to want to cut. I can't help it.

I've cut ever since I can remember practically. I remember another girl doing it when I was little, so I tried it, and it helped. So I've done it ever since. I've never gone for more than a week without a blade.

I grab my razor and manage to get a blade out. I bring the corner to my arm and slice down the length of it, careful not to hit any veins. I immediately feel hot tears stream down my face. I cut a few times across it. I'm about to do my last cut across the long one when Braden appears in the doorway. His face drops. He bends down and snatches the razor out of my hands, setting it on the counter. He bends down to me again as I reach back up for the blade.

"Izzabelle! Stop it!" Braden yells at me grabbing around my waist and pulling me back. It's the first time he's actually called me Izzabelle. It doesn't deter me though.

I struggle against him.

"Please just one more cut!" I cry out as more hot tears stream down my face. Braden pulls me out of the bathroom and into my bedroom.

"LET ME GO!" I scream bloody murder.

I don't know what's up with me right now, I just need that one last cut. I manage to break his grip and start running back into the bathroom, but he catches me again.

"Izzabelle! Calm the hell down!" Braden yells at me. I turn my head towards him. I've never seen him so angry.

I give up. I drop to my knees and turn to face him.

He picks me up under my arms and sets me on the bed.

"Stay." He says angrily through gritted teeth, not looking at me. He goes into the bathroom and gets rubbing alcohol and cotton swabs.

He returns to me as I sit on the bed. He still refuses to make eye contact.

New tears form in my eyes. Braden is scaring me.

He pours a bit of the rubbing alcohol on a cotton swab and roughly grabs my arm. I flinch back on reflex, but Braden doesn't notice, or if he does, doesn't react.

He roughly rubs the cotton swab over my cuts.

I cry out in pain and pull my arm away from Braden.

"Stop! Your hurting me!" I yell out as he tries to grab my arm again.

"I'm trying to help!" He yells back. I wince at his harsh voice.

"I'll do it myself." I mumble. I hop off the bed, and reach for the rubbing alcohol.

He grabs my cut up arm and pulls me back.

I scream out as a wave of sobs rush over me.

I pull my hand from his harsh grip and run out of the room. I run up the stairs and into a room that I'm not really sure is for. I go to the corner of the room and slump down it. A curl in a ball and hold my knees as I sob.

I hear Brandon yell my name but I ignore it.

I hear his heavy footsteps run up the stairs but I only make myself smaller. Brandon searches 2 other rooms before entering the one I'm hiding in.

He finds me immediately. He goes to pick me up but I flinch away from him.

I stand up and walk past him, trying to contain my tears.

This day started so perfect, and I had to go and ruin it. I ruin everything. Now Braden is probably going to give me back to the sold place. I'm such an idiot.

But right now I just want to cut myself again.