Bethany's POV
"I wish you had gone to school today, Gee.” I sigh, as me and Gee cuddle awkwardly with limited space on the couch.
“If you think I’m going to leave you after that, you must be joking.” He says, and my heart instantly drops. He was angry with me. I squirm and try to stand, not wanting to cause anymore argument for the night. He pulls me so I’m literally on top of him, a giant Beth, Gee and couch sandwich. I have no choice but to meet his eyes with mine.
“I didn’t mean it like that.” He declares.
“I know what you meant. I’m sorry.” I say, burying my face into his chest, despite the fact that he probably wants me to get up and leave now.
“No really, I just mean I want to protect you. I want to show you I’m off the drugs, I swear Bethany, after that, never again. Ever.” He says, it’s heartfelt, but don’t they say it’s almost impossible to never relapse, or at least go back and try it. Sort of like self-harming.
He kisses my nose, and his legs shift beneath me, causing unwanted pressure to my thighs and I let out a gasp, instantly covering my mouth with my own hand.
“Are you hurt?” Gee asks, and I shake my head dismissively, but he shifts his legs again to test me, and this time a few of the cuts start burning, and it feels as though maybe they ripped back open.
I jump up and run toward the bathroom but Gee grabs my waist.
“Let me go, Gee!” I shriek, he can’t know. He’s holding me tighter now, I don’t like the contact, I’m panicking and squirming and Gee gets it and lets me go, sending me flying onto the floor.
When I sit back up, my dreads are confirmed, blood seeps through my jeans on my leg. Gee’s gaze follows mine, and he sits beside me.
I can do nothing but look away with guilty, tear filled eyes. He is looking at me now, boring his beautiful…so beautifully crafted eyes into my head, willing me to glance at him. But I can’t. I stand slowly and walk to the bathroom, not hearing him follow, but he must have because when I try closing the door a large hand stops it and steps in with me.
“Show me.” He says. I freeze, he wants me to, to take my pants off, in front of him.
“I-I dunno Gee.”I stutter, and he smirks knowingly, but doesn’t leave. He moves closer and rests his hands on my hips and says softly,
“Trust me?” And I do.
I dispose of my jeans in the hamper, and feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment, and guilt. A big yummy pot of guilt and embarrassment for dinner kids, come and get some.
Gee’s eyes look me and up and down, and then fall on my shirt. I know he isn’t hoping I’ll take it off too, he wants to make sure there are no cuts under there.
“That’s all of them,” I tell him with assurance and he picks me up, setting me on the sink to wash my wounds.
“I don’t understand, you seemed so happy to be here, with me and going to school.” He mumbles.
“Happy?” I laugh, I guess I really pulled it off then, huh?
“I never wanted to go to college, that was never my plan. I hated the idea, and I still do.” I spit, perhaps a little to angst filled.
“Why are you here then?” He questions, wrapping some form of bandaging around my entire thigh, on both legs.
“Mom wanted to spend more time with her new husband, I wasn’t important anymore. I had nowhere else to go, nothing to do.” I sigh, remembering the huge argument where my mother nearly killed Bunny by throwing her cage at me as I stood hopeless in my front yard, neighbors watching, silently judging from there perfect white porches.
“Who says so? You can go, do great things.” He smiles, standing in-between my legs as he finishes bandaging me.
“I mean yeah, it’d be cool to go be in a band someplace or I don’t know, go someplace other than here, but I need a job to pay for the apartment on my own. At least I get some funds from the financial support people to pay while I’m learning.” I tell him, everything I’ve been thinking about since I got here.
“If you drop out, you can live here for free while I finish college.” He suggest, I’m amazed. Would he really do that, for little ole me?
“What about Frank?” I ask and he nearly chokes on his own spit.
“Frank’s not actually going to go through with this, Beth. He’s too into music, too into his side bands. He’s going to get places and get big. He won’t need college.” He says, but I don’t agree, but I don’t argue either.
And about 20 minutes later, I was on the phone, dropping out of college, finally.
A/N woah long chapter, helloo. ~
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Fanfiction*5 years ago* Bethany Lisa Wood sits in her last day of highschool-ever. She has no plans for her future. Only to get out of the godforsaken town she’d been calling home for the past 19 years of her life. She knew how she was supposed to be sad toda...
