When you got inside your stepmother was standing by the window. She turned around and looked at you. You stood there preparing yourself for what was about to come.
"Where have you been!!??" She shouted.
"O..ou...out with a friend" you said hesitantly.
"You really think that guy out there cares about you??" She asked
You looked down and stared at your feet.
"You're pathetic" she said and walked away.
You ran up to your room, shut the door and locked it. You were crying by this point. You pulled out your blades and began cutting, deeper than normal. You stopped when you heard tapping on you window. You got up and looked out. You were on the second story so you had to looked down. You saw Brendon standing at the bottom throwing rocks.
"What're you doing!!" You whisper shouted down at him.
He noticed you were crying and started climbing the tree next to your window . You instinctively moved back as he crawled through the window.
"What's wrong" he said looking at you with concern.
He wiped the tears off of your face. You noticed he was staring at you bleeding wrist that you had to time to take care of before he decided to climb in through your window.
You got up and started to wrap a piece of cloth around it. He had became to quiet and you had noticed he was still staring at you like he had just seen a deer get run over.
"I'm fine" you said while sitting down on your bed.
He sat down next to you. He grasped your arm and pulled it to his chest, bent down and kissed it.
You blushed and looked away.
" Please don't do that (Y/N)".
You looked down at the ground. It had been quiet for a while now, or so it seemed, and he was still holding on to your arm as it it were a bird with a broken wing.
"Will you show me some of you drawings?" He said with a grin.
"Sure" you said looking up and smiling back.
You got up and walked over to the drawer that you kept your drawing in and pulled out a random stack. He began looking through them
"Wow! (Y/N) these are really good" he said while looking at a picture of a fox that you drew.
"Thanks, I try" you said while your cheeks turned a bright shade of pink.
You noticed that you had grabbed the picture of him and it was at the bottom of the pile.
"What's this he said" as you tried to grab it before he could see it.
"Is this me??" He said looking at you and grinning.
" um....uh....yeah" you said hesitantly. You blushed and looked away.
You looked over and he was still staring at it.
"You can keep it if you'd like" you said while picking up the rest of the drawings.
"Really!!!??, thanks". He said excitedly.
Just then you heard a banging sound on your door.
"Go and hide" you whispered to him while pointing to the closet.
He did and you went and opened the door. It was your dad and he was drunk. This happened every night after your mom left him. He came in and he had a beer bottle in his hand.
"Your a terrible person for leaving me!!!!" He said slurring his words and almost dropping his beer.
"Dad it's me, your daughter, I'm not her!!" You said urgently to him because he had you backed up against a wall.
Then out of nowhere he took the beer bottle and smashed it across your forehead. He left you on the floor crying.
"(Y/N)!!!!" Brendon said running out of your closet.
"Are you ok" he said while bending down next to you and grasping your face, which was now bleeding.
"I'm fine" you said looking away because you didn't want him to see you crying. You looked up and he was taking his tight black shirt off.
"What're you doing??" You asked while blushing at the sight of his chest.
"Shhhshh, don't talk" he said while cleaning the cut with his shirt.
You stared at him. He stared back. He had stopped cleaning your wound. He leaned down ever so carefully not to touch you for fear of injuring you more. You felt his soft warm hand cup your face.
"Is this okay?" He whispered.
You nod and feel his soft lips move ever so slightly against your causing your heart to skip a beat.
" I will never let that happen again, I promise" he said pulling away from you.
You smiled.
"Come on, let's get you to bed" he said while helping you stand.
He laid down in bed with you and waited for you to fall asleep. You didn't want to because he was still here and when he was around you couldn't quite think straight. But your eyes grew tired and you couldn't resist the warmth of him comforting you.
Authors note!!
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