Miranda's POV
"I'm sorry." Aaron hugged me as I bawled my eyes out, on my bedroom floor.
"He's such an ass." I whimpered.
Aaron's phone started ringing, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and answered it. "Hey Gray." He said.
"Leave." I stood.
Aaron hung up his phone without saying bye, "I'm sorry."
"Stop! Just stop saying you're sorry!"
"Can you just listen for a second?"
"What?" I rolled my eyes.
"Can you come to LA with me? He wants to see you."
"No way in hell!" I screamed, "leave my house!"
"I'll leave if you promise me one thing."
"What's that?"
"Just keep me updated on your cuts, please."
"Why would I-"
He cut me off, "I saved you, so just keep me updated. I won't tell Grayson anything."
"Fine." I whispered.
"Thanks." He half smiled.
"Bye." I said.
"See ya."
After Aaron left I collapsed on my bed and examined the cuts all over my arms. There was dry blood coating my arms, gross. I walked into the bathroom to clean off the blood, it stung like a bitch. "Fuck." I whispered to myself.
"Miranda?" I heard Jack yell from downstairs.
"Just in the bathroom!" I yelled back.
I walked out of the bathroom and into my room to find a sweatshirt. I don't want my dad or Jack seeing my arms, I don't want to explain to them that it's not an act of a suicide attempt.
"Hey Jack." I smiled sitting down at the dining room table.
"How was your day?"
"Good." I lied.
"You're lying." He spun around from the fridge.
"No I'm not."
"Ok than explain the blood drips on the front porch and the blood smeared on the door knob. What the fuck happened?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing? Miranda! Just fucking tell me!" He pleaded.
"You won't understand." I looked down at the table and started playing with some toast crumbs.
"Just please tell me."
"Ja-"
"Tell me. I won't tell dad."
I explained to him the days events and how Grayson wanted to break up with me and blah blah blah.
"That son of a bitch." Jack said under his breath.
"Yea." I said holding back tears.
"Let's go clean up that blood before dad gets home." Jack stood up.
After cleaning up the blood outside I climbed into my bed and grabbed my shattered phone. There was a message from Aaron,
A- how are you doing?
Me- fine, why?
A- just thought I'd ask. I'm on my way back to LA. I'll see you soon, I hope
Me- k
A- that's it?
Me- what do you mean? I barely know you...
A- ok, I'm sorry
Me- is that all you know how to say?
A- no
Me- k, just checking. I'm going to bed now ttyl
A- it's 2 in the afternoon
Me- I'm tired
A- ok, sleep good and keep in touch please
-Paige
