My Sugar Angel #JustWriteIt

Chapter 15: Hurt and Neon Pink Band Aids

Savannah's POV

I stood in the doorway of Griffin's bedroom, as he held the razor close to his skin. I really hope he wouldn't do what I was thinking.

"Griffin?" I asked with uncertainty.

He turned around and brought the razor closer to his skin. "Go away," he snapped.

"What are you doing?" I asked with caution and walked slowly to him.

"Pretty self-explanatory."

I touched his arm and he winced. "Just leave me alone, Savannah," he responded weakly.

Griffin brought the razor to his arm and it came in contact with his skin. A tint of blood flowed down his arm, as he hissed in pain. He was about to do it again, but I grasped his arm with fear.

"Don't do it, Griffin," I said in a strong voice, as I held his wrist firmly.

"You aren't the boss of me," he hastily replied.

I used all of my force and pushed him against the wall, which caused Griffin's eyes to widen. I firmly held his arm against the wall and stared into those beautiful blue eyes of Griffin.

"Griffin...please don't do this," I said softly. I used my other hand and stroked his cheek. Tears streamed down his face and my heart ached for him. I wanted him to be happy and annoying, not some broken and depressed boy.

"I want to do this. My father wants me to be like him, but I'm just a disappointment in his eyes. He has never showed any love for me, in my entire life. He never went to any of my baseball games or awards ceremonies. You know, most teenagers would pay to be in my position. Well, I think family is the most important thing in life. I want a loving and caring family. I'm tired of being neglected by my father. In fact, he will never be a real father to me.

"I cut because it helps me feel better. Did you know that I have never been showed real love by anyone? My mom shows it, but not enough. She works too hard in the bakery so she can't spend much time with me. Plus, my dad is like a stranger to me! During my whole childhood, I have been raised by nannies and maids. I never had a normal childhood and now, it's too late. Savannah, I just want to be loved! My heart aches to feel love and it wants to mend from love. I just want to be happy and cutting makes me happy. Don't you want me to be happy?"

I stepped away from him and looked at his teary eyes with pity. I know what he has been going through. I know how it feels to want to be loved. I just don't think cutting is the best option. As I looked at him, tears came down my cheeks and I tried to wipe them away, but failed.

"I don't want you to hurt yourself, anymore. That isn't going to solve anything. How long have you been doing this?" I asked in a whisper.

"For four years and the last time I did this was over the summer," he explained and stepped closer to me.

Relief flooded through me and I smiled a small smile. At least, he doesn't do it often.

"Griffin, I care about you and I don't want you to do this. You think you are just inflicting pain upon yourself. Well, you are hurting me too," I said quietly and wrapped my arms around his neck.

He sighed at me and dropped the razor, causing it to break. He wrapped his arms around my waist, even though there was still blood on his left arm. It was a bit gross, but I didn't really care. He needed comfort and love from someone. Plus, I was wearing a red dress. No biggie!

Butterflies invaded my stomach, but I ignored the feeling. I focused in the friendly hug and rested my head on Griffin's chest. We hugged in silence, until I decided to speak up again.

"You don't have to be like your father. I want you to stop comparing yourself to him because you are amazing, just the way you are. You may be annoying, but you are still a great person. Please, stop cutting for me..." I said softly.

Griffin pulled away and stared intently at me. "I will, not because you said so, but because I don't want to hurt you anymore," he spoke in a hoarse voice.

With those words, he leaned in and kissed my forehead. His soft lips lingered on my forehead, a while longer, until he pulled away.

I immediately turned red, while he smirked at me. I rolled my eyes at him, but he continued to smirk.

A minute later, I held his arm firmly and inspected it. There was a line of blood, that was five inches, on his arm. I sighed at him and we walked together to his bathroom.

I looked around the bathroom and realized it was the same one, where I saw him naked. I shuddered at the terrifying memory, as I took a cotton ball from the medicine cabinet. I put some antiseptic on the cotton ball and dabbed the cut in Griffin's arm.

"That hurts!" he hissed in pain, as he clutched his left arm.

"This is why we don't harm ourselves. There is no good that comes from it," I explained.

I took out a box of band aids and pulled a neon pink one out of the box. I looked up at Griffin and smirked at him, as his eyes widened with horror.

"I'm not wearing that on my finger!" he shouted loudly.

"Too bad, baby," I said mockingly.

I wrapped the pink band aid around his finger and smiled at him. "We should hang out," I finally suggested.

He nodded at me and eagerly pulled me out of the bathroom. We ran downstairs and outside in the cold weather, without jackets. I immediately shivered, but the warmth from his hand made it a bit better.

I frowned out him. "What are we doing?"

"Hanging outside," he explained and tightened his hand around mine.

We walked together until we reached a huge oak tree, in his yard. I settled down in the shade with Griffin beside me. For a minute, we sat in silence and I closed my eyes.

"You should celebrate Thanksgiving with my family. I would really appreciate it, if you would," he suggested.

I opened both of my eyes and looked at him. "I would love to, Griffin."

"Great. By the way, thank you for earlier. I feel a bit embarrassed of what happened," he said quietly.

I smiled at him and he smiled back. "Don't be. I won't judge you because of today. It just makes me love you even more."

His eyes widened and he smirked. "You love me, Savvy?" he asked in a cocky manner. 

I blushed at my words and shook my head. "In a friendly way, so don't be too sure about that."

He rolled his eyes at me. "Anyway, I'm glad we are friends, my Sugar Angel."

Author's Note: I really hope you liked this! Please recommend this to others! I really appreciate it!

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Now, I really felt sad about this chapter. This chapter shows the sensitive side of Griffin and you get to understand him. Now, Thanksgiving is coming up in the book and let's just say....the fun begins!

Thanks for reading! sourpatchkidmaddie :)