Your Nickle Ain't Worth My Dime (A Sleeping with Sirens fan fiction)

Bend or Break

*Damon's POV*

I watched as Mariah awkwardly talked to Kellin at the door. He walked out and left her staring at the closed door. I knew she was trying her best to seem like she wasn't upset, but I wasn't sure how long that would last. She hadn't eaten dinner, and that worried me. She weighed in at a solid 90 pounds when we were at the hospital. That's not okay. I mean, she wasn't ever very big. Just a few inches over five-foot and had never weighed over 130lbs anyways. 

I walked up to her and put my hand on her shoulder. "Mya," I said softly. 

She turned around, forcing a smile. "Hey, Damon. What's up?"

I opened my arms and pulled her into a hug. I felt her smile dissolve as she buried her face in my shirt. I heard her sniffle and that's when I knew she was crying. She barely ever cried, especially in front of people. If she did, she didn't tell anybody. That was just what she did. Now, though, she was hurt and it was more than okay to cry. 

She sniffled again, following with a shaky breath. I tightened my hold on her and she did the same, burying her face even more. We stood like that for a while, but I didn't hear her crying except for the small and stifled breaths. Those stopped after a few minutes, but she stayed clinging to me with her head leaning on my chest. 

She pulled back and wiped her cheeks. "Thanks, Damon," she said, standing on her toes and kissing my cheek. She ran back into my room before I could say anything else and closed the door. All I could think about was the Paramore lyric, "For all the pain that you're alive to feel, just let the pain remind you hearts can heal." In such a short amount of time, she'd been through a lot. Hell, we all had. I was really just hoping she ate something tonight.

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*Jeydon's POV*

I held Mariah's saran wrapped dinner in my hand as I knocked on Damon's door. I heard Jasey Rae by All Time Low playing and Mariah softly humming along. I knocked again and I could tell she didn't hear me, so I just walked in. I don't know why I didn't expect it, but she was sat on Damon's bed reading Grave Mercy by Robin LaFevers. She had read it before, but it was one of her favorites. Right now may have made that love for the book a little stronger considering it was about a women who was hurt and abused by men all her life so she becomes a nun at a convent that assassinates all the evil and pig-like men in their country. 

She looked up at me and set her book down. "Don't make this easy. I want you to mean it. Say you'll mean it. You're dressed to kill. I'm calling you out. Don't waste your time on me," she sang before turning her music off. "Sometimes, I think I should join a convent."

I luaghed and handed her her plate. "You should eat."

She gave the plate a look of disgust and put it down next to her. "I'm not really hungry, but thanks."

"Like Hell you're not hungry. You're going to eat." I grabbed her phone from next to her, which was open and on Tumblr, and stuffed in the pocket of my jeans. "I'm holding your phone hostage until you eat."

She glared at me and gave in, picking at the green beans and rice on her plate. I smiled as she finished the rice. "Good girl," I told her, scruffing her hair.

"I am not a dog," she said sternly, holding her hand out for her phone. I handed it to her. She unlocked it and dropped it onto the bed, folding her arms over her chest. "He's all over my dash, Jey. Why did you have to do that?"

"You know that it was a good thing!" I stood up. "Him doing that wasn't fair to you, and it most definitely wasn't helping you get better."

"I know," she admitted. "Hey, Jey?"