Forgotten

Chapter 4

Chapter 4:

Jacey's POV:

Okay, where the hell is she. Charlie left like an two hours ago. She should be back by now. I still can't believe Dylan left me and now i have to wait for Charlie to get her ass home for some hope of an explanation. He said i would know why he broke up with me after Charlie talked with Payton. As far as im concerned im the one sitting here with a broken heart and no explanation so if she could hurry the fuck up that would be awesome.

Ok ok i need to calm down. I know im just upset about Dylan but i don't want to take it out on charlie to her face. But come on, how is she still not back, shes taking forev-

"hey im back" i heard Charlie struggle to get the words out, interrupting me mid thought

"how'd it go" i questioned, the question nagging at the front of my mind. Did he mention Dylan?

"n-not so w-well" she stuttered, her voice breaking. I finally looked up at her and judging by her puffy red eyes and smeared make up, i could tell she had been crying.

"define 'not so well'" i questioned her further.

She continued to explain what had happened, every now and then a tear would fall from the corner of her eye. By the time she was finished and i was fully aware that my ex boyfriend left me for a guy, my jaw was practically on the floor.

"whoa.." was all i managed to get out. I sat there for a moment and then told her i just wanted to be alone to let it sink in so i grabbed my things and trudged back to my house.

Charlie's POV

I as i watched as Jacey walk out the door and left me to clean up the living room from her stay. Now this wouldn't be a problem if my neat freak dad wasn't coming home today. I knew he wouldn't be as hard on me, in fact he would probably ignore me, if i had a friend over. Now, if this house wasn't spotless i would probably get a little more than a smack upside the head. He seemed to find anything that wasn't perfect and use it as an excuse to scream at me and beat me. My mom, of course, was to scared to actually do anything so she just locked herself in her room whenever he was like that. There was really nothing either of us could do to help ourselves from him, especially when he's taken in enough of his precious alcohol.

I finally got the living room cleaned up and i was on my way upstairs to my room when i heard my parents pull into the driveway. It was sunday night and they had just gotten back from their "weekend away", whatever that's supposed to mean. I quickly glanced back at the living room and noticed something as i peered over the railing at the top of the staircase. Next thing i knew my dad stormed in and i could tell by his face that he noticed it too.

"CHARLIE GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOOOOWWWwww" he slurred. I could tell that he had gotten drunk before he came home. As a nervously walked down the stairs back to the living room, the scent a beer reeking from him hit me like a wall, causing me to stumble back.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT!!?!" he exclaimed as he pointed to the dirty spoons from the ice cream me and Jacey had shared.

"im sorry, ill clean it up right away" i muttered scrambling towards the spoons. It was easy enough to say that my mother had already made her way down the hall to take safety in her room. As i started to walk to the kitchen to put the spoons in the dishwasher, i felt a tight grip against my arm, throwing me to the ground.

"YOU KNOW BETTER THAN TO LEAVE MY FUCKING HOUSE A PIG STY YOU WORTHLESS WASTE OF SPACE!!!" he spat in my face as i stumble to get up but he soon pushed me back down, kicking the side of my arm with a brute force until i was left crying on the floor and he belt out in laughter as he sauntered of to his room to, im sure, pass out.

I cringed in pain as i lifted up my sleeve to look at the damage done. Some areas of my arm were bleeding from the contact with his heavy working boots and i could already see some bruises forming at the surface. I wiped a tear from my face and sighed as i stood back up and made my way over to the kitchen to put the spoons in the dishwasher. I washed out the cuts on my arm and wrapped it then headed upstairs to my room once again.

I walked in and locked the door behind me. Once i was in i burst out into tears yet again today. I crawled over to my bed and searched underneath. I found the tiny black box containing the sharp and shiny silver objects that i had been so long without. I no longer had Payton's promise to keep, nor did i have him to keep me happy. I picked up on of the smooth little blades in my fingers and pushed back my bracelets. I started to bring the sharp tip to my skin and suddenly a feeling of relief washed over me as i watched the familiar red liquid bead up at the surface of the torn skin. I made a few more even cuts before i cleaned up my wrist. I looked at it and noticed the three fairly deep cuts. One for not being enough for the boy i loved. One for not being enough for my best friend to stick around. And finally, one for the words looped over and over in my head 'YOU WORTHLESS WASTE OF SPACE' which i could help but feel was true.

I rolled my bracelets back down and made my way over to my docking station and put my phone on it. I started playing "savior" by Black Veil Brides as i crawled under my covers and eventually cried myself to sleep, wishing that i had myself a savior..

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A/N

Okay im sorry if it sucks, i finished it at 2 in the morning, but i hope you liked it!

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Yours to Hold~ Skillet