Haley's POV
I was taken aback by what I saw when I walked into, or more so was drug into, Ricky's apartment.
Furniture was sprawled in random places and there was a pile of broken picture frames in a corner. I avoided the mess and followed where Ricky was taking me. Chris disappeared into another room, most likely to clean up.
Ricky slowed and turned left, flicking on a light. Quietly, he swung the door closed. He sat down on the counter and pulled me up beside him.
I looked down and started rubbing my finger nervously. He motioned for me to my give him my arm. I shook my head, and of course, he took it anyway.
Slowly and carefully, he pulled my sleeve up to revealed my bloody, wounded forearms. I cringed and attempted to pull my arm back, but he just looked at me with an unreadable emotion on his face. He was probably disgusted.
Ricky turned slightly, pulling a bottle of alcohol and a box of band aids out of a small drawer.
"This is gonna hurt." He said, looking at me apologetically. I nodded my head slightly, biting my lip to hold back any whimpers.
And I'm glad a did. I hadn't realized how many cuts I had made this time.
"I'm sorry." I choked out, hiding my face behind my hair.
"Don't be." He replied softly, as he put the last band aid on. He took my jacket and handed me one of his. It fit surprisingly well.
"Why?" Ricky stared intently at me with his depthless blue eyes.
"I-uh-I couldn't handle- I don't know. I'm just stupid." I said, trying to turn away.
"No, don't ever say that. You are not stupid." He wrapped in his long arms, pulling me as close as possible. I snuggled into his chest and let it all out.
My breathing became haggard and I could feel another anxiety attack coming on. Oh God, how was I going to explain this. Or stop it? Ricky pulled away and looked at my shaking body.
"Haley? Are you okay? Did I do something?" I attempted to shake my head and felt myself spinning.
Then everything went black.
Ricky's POV
Halfway through our hug, I felt Haley start trembling. I pulled away and saw how pale she had gotten. Her chest was moving up and down in uneven breaths. Shit, what was happening?
"Haley? Are you okay? Did I do something?" I asked, her head slightly moved before her body went limp.
She nearly fell to the floor. I picked her up bridal style, opening the door with my elbow. I laid her on my bed, hoping she'd wake up soon.
"Dude, what'd you do to her?" Chris asked, his voice a bit panicked.
"Nothing, I was uh- talking to her and she passed out." I wasn't going to tell him about the incident.
He shook his head and sat down beside me on the bed.
"So are you going to tell me what happened with you and Kira?" I looked up at him and sighed. There was no avoiding this.
"She found out about my scars and flipped out. I told her to leave and then that mess," I motioned out to the main area, "happened." He looked at me pitifully.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't, Chris. I don't want your pity. If she was that shallow and didn't understand what I went through, then I didn't want her anyway." He nodded his head and looked at Haley.
"So what's her story?"
"I don't know yet. I've been trying to figure her out, but I can't." Her face was finally peaceful.
"Where'd you meet her."
"The other day when I was on my way from Starkbucks, she ran into me. She was distraught so I decided to follow her to make sure she was okay. I know, I'm creepy. But I'm glad I did cause she got hit by a car. That's why I didn't talk to you or the guys for a while cause I stayed with her at the hospital. I ended up staying with her last night and apparently left my phone at her place." I took a deep breath, not realizing how fast I had said all of that. Chris nodded and got up.
"Well, I got to go. I'll tell the guys you aren't coming to practice?"
"I'll let you know if she wakes up and is up to it." He nodded and walked out, leaving me alone with Haley's sleeping body.
She was so beautiful. Her deep, jet black hair flowed perfectly from a beanie. Her face was structured and altogether perfect.
Why would she hurt herself? That makes me a hypocrite, because even to this day, I still had the urge to cut and recently relapsed.
I was determined to help her.
