It Started on Stage

Chapter 14

I was on the couch with Chris. He came over to check on me. I've been trying regain his trust but it's been a struggle of mine. I juts hope he doesn't do anything again. "Hey why don't we go somewhere tonight" he said stroking my hair. "Like where?" I asked looking up at him. "Well I can take you to dinner tonight, if you like" he said. "Yes I would love to" I said. He smiled and kissed my forehead. Ricky came out of his room and came downstairs.

"Hey I'm gonna go and hang out with the guys so I'll be back later" he said not paying attention to Chris. I nodded and he went out the door. Chris phone started to ring. He picked it up and answered."hello.... Yea....ok I'll be there in a little bit....ok bye" he hung up. "Who was that" I asked. "It was my manager he needs to talk to me about out tour since we didn't get to finish... I'll be back ok" he kissed me and got up. I sat there and went on my phone for a little bit.

I scrolled through Instagram and saw a picture of me and Chris on stage. I looked through the comments and smiled to myself.

She's so pretty

I ship them!!!!

Omg they're so cute together :)

Wow they really like me.... My smile began to falter when I read some of the hate comments.

Eww she's so ugly

They don't belong together. He's probably just using her lmao

She should kill herself HAHA she can't sing for shit

I started to cry and my thoughts started getting the best of me. I knew I'm ugly and worthless. What if Chris is using me? Ugh I hate myself. I ran up to the guest room and got my bag. I then took out my box of razors and went to the bathroom. I took the blade and started to cut. Blood dripped off my arm and fell into the sink. I cried and cried. I hate myself I just want to take all the pain away.

I then heard someone walk in... It was Chris. "DELILAH WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING" he then ran to me and snatched the razor and threw it somewhere. I fell to my knees and started to cry. He went to me and hugged me tightly. "WHY DELILAH WHY YOU'RE TO BEAUTIFUL TO DO THAT" he said crying softly. "I HATE MYSELF AND MY LIFE I JUST WANT TO DIE" I sobbed into his chest. "DON'T SAY THAT DAMMIT I LOVE AND CARE ABOUT YOU SO MUCH I CAN'T LOSE YOU" I didn't say anything I just cried more. "I'M JUST A WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT WHO'S JUST BOTHERING YOU ALL THE TIME" I cried more. "DELILAH YOU'RE WORTH IT TRUST ME" he said lifting my face to his. I pushed away from him. "NO I'M NOT" I said yelling. "YES YOU ARE" he yelled right back at me. I didn't say anything. He then pulled me into a kiss. I kissed back. After a few moments we pulled away.

He then took a wash cloth and wet it. He got my arm and cleaned the blood off. Once they were cleaned he kissed all my scars and I smiled. "Delilah don't ever think you're not worth it. You mean everything to me and I love you so much. If you were to die...I don't know what I would do without you" I still kinda didn't believe him. He then pulled me into a hug. "I love you to" I said looking up at him. He smirked and kissed me and I kissed back. I honestly don't know what I would do without him...❤