PTX Fan-Fic

Worried

Hey guys! Uh, before I get started, I just want to say that there MIGHT be some slight triggers for cutters. Nothing serious, just talking about it. It doesn't go into any detail on stuff, so, ya.

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---Bella's POV

It's the next day, and I'm still in bed. I haven't left. It's currently 10:30, and I have NO will power. "Babe you have to get up sometime..." Mitch sighs, stepping into the doorway of the bedroom. "I know....I will." I sigh back, getting out of the bed. "I don't know what to do Mitch...I really don't..." He hugs me, which brightens my spirit for the time being. "We're going to get through this. All three of us." He smirks. I smile and walk past him out of the room. "I'm gonna call Lucy to come over." I grab my phone as he nods. "Hey, uh, can you come over?" I ask, getting an immediate answer. "I'll be right there!" She says, hanging up. 

Within 5 minutes, Lucy is inside the penthouse, and talking with Mitch. I'm making lunch, but I keep dropping stuff. I whisper yell some 'shit's'and 'damnit's', which I'm surprised they couldn't hear. 

---Mitch's POV

"How's she taking it?" Lucy asks me. She's talking about Bell. Duh. "Not very well. She was nervous and unsure about having a baby in the first place. Now this happens." I sigh, earning a sad look from Lucy. "Is she cutting again?" She asks. Long story short, Bell used to be a cutter. And anything that made her depressed or angry, she cut to release it. "No, she hasn't. Even if she has, there isn't any signs. I'm not surprised if she will start up again though." I worriedly take a sip of water, looking over to Bell in the kitchen. I hope she isn't cutting again. 

(Later that week)

Ever since Lucy brought the topic of Bell cutting again up, I've been on guard. Bell just walked out of the bedroom with a tank top on, so this is the ideal time to check. "Hey babe?" I ask, walking up to her. "Ya?" She asks back. I take her wrists and gently rub my thumbs over the ALMOST invisible cuts. I'm using the word ALMOST very lightly, since they're still quite noticeable if you concentrate on them. I don't feel any new ones.......wait. "Bell...." I sigh. She looks down and looks back up at me with sad puppy eyes. "I'm sorry...." She confesses. I bring her wrists up to where I can see them, and I see 3 new cuts. They're not deep. Which is a good thing. "Baby you know you can't do this..." I sigh, sitting down with her on the couch. "I know......but.....I didn't mean to. My body took control of me and I....well......" She stutters. "Hey, it's alright. Well, it's not. But, if I was going through what you're going through, I would've too. But that doesn't make it ok. You've been doing so well...." I say. "I cut once, besides these three, when we had that fight. Avi found out about it and is worried about me. He's been so protective towards me lately...." She explains. "We all need Avi." I laugh, which makes her giggle, which makes me smile. "Promise you won't do it anymore?" Beg. She nods, "Promise." I smile and hug her. I hope she keeps the promise.