Broken

Chapter 22

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As Grace and I walked into Zaxby's, I couldn't help but think of Harry and Kylee together. I don't even know why I bother to think of him. I barely know the guy.

Even though we slept on the same bed, and we talked on the hill by the lake. Otherwise, he hasn't said one word to me. I don't have a crush on him. It's not possible. He's a fuckboy, and there is nothing that I can do to possibly stop him, or change his attitude.

"So, um Bo? Why were you crying during english?", Grace asked while tapping her fingers rapidly against the booth table.

"I just thought of my dad", I took a deep breath, "and how he committed suicide."

My dad was unspeakably the best father you could possibly wish for. He made me laugh, his smile could brighten my day. He gave me piggyback rides took me to the park, and told me jokes.

"He-he what?"

"Killed himself", I chocked on my breath, and I started to cry thinking of him and his smile.

"Bo....I- I am so sorry, no one deserves to go through that pain", she stands up from the booth and comes to pull me in a hug.

I let my head roll into her lap, as I stare at my feet. Tears escaped my eyes, and flowed to my hear. I sniffled, "That's why I'm depressed", I encounter.

"Where's your mom?", she asks.

"It's not important", I hesitate to say what really happened, I couldn't bring myself to it. I was already in enough pain than necessary.

My heart ached.

"It's okay you don't have to tell me, today, or tomorrow", she says while rubbing my back.

"I know", I whisper.

*Harry's POV*
For some fucking reason my body wandered to Bo and Kylee's room. Kylee was out shopping and Bo left somewhere, so I decided to come in.

I turned the door handle and stepped into the light maroon colored room. I made my way to the bathroom, to find what I was looking for. I looked under cabinets, and in drawers.

Nothing.

I made my way to Bostoyns bed, and checked underneath it. Jackpot.

There was a wooden box the size of my head. I tugged it from the bed, and put the box on her bed.

I unclasped the thingy on the box, and pulled it open. I let out a small gasp, as I struggled to find air.

My eyes widened when I saw what was inside the box.

There were fifty razors, a bloody cloth, a pack of band-aids, and some gauze.

I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes. No one deserves to go through this pain.

I shut the box and hold it tight against my chest. I walk out of her room, close the door and leave with the box close to my chest.

I was not going to let her harm herself.

I made it to my room and opened it. Louis was out to lunch, looking for Grace, so I was by myself.

I shoved the box under my bed, and I lied down on my bed. I stared at the ceiling.

I grabbed the pillow closest to me, and held it at my face. I started to cry.

Why Bo why?

*Grace's POV*

As I held Bo close to me. I couldn't help but think of what she could possibly go through. The reason I cut and the reason she cuts are completely different. I cut because I'm bullied. She cuts because her dad killed himself.

I could not imagine her pain. She is my best friend, she means the world to me and I had to protect her.

"Grace?", she asked. Her voice sounded small, frightened.

"Mhmm", I said while I ran my fingers through her hair.

"Can we go back to the dorms?", she asks.

I nod my head even though she can't see.

"Sure", I say. And we get up slowly.

When we stand up Bostoyn looks at me.

"Grace promise me one thing", she says looking into my eyes.

"Anything", I whisper.

"Don't leave me like everybody else please", she says with tears in her eyes.

"Never", I say with a small smile.

"Because if you don't I would not be able to take it."

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