Give me a chance.

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Alyssa's POV

I shouldn't have snapped at him.

He didnt know. He wouldn't understand.

*flashback*

He caressed my my cheek as we lay in the grass that moonlit night.

"Jason?" I asked nervously.

"Ya baby" he said, seemingly unaware of my nerves.

"Why did you bring me here?"

"Well Porcelain, I wanted us to be alone. "

"Why?"

"This is why" he then rolled on top of me and started kissing me.

"Jason stop"

"Aww is wittle porcelain afraid of being touched" He started kissing down my neck and grabbing me roughly.

"JASON STOP!"

"Shut up bitch! I know you want this !"

"No!"

"Ugh why do I even call you porcelain anymore! Your such a fat, ugly, worthless whore!"

Those words shattered my heart.

I kneed him in the balls and ran. I ran as fast as I could. When I got home I ran to my bathroom and stripped and got in the shower. I say on the floor as the hot water washed away the filth. I couldn't believe he would say that. Two years together. Did he think that of me all along? God I am so disgusted with myself. I looked up and saw my razor. I grabbed it and just stared at it. I took the blade and held it to my wrist. I slid it along it and a thin red line appeared, which was soon washed away by te shower. One cut, fat. Two cuts, ugly. Three cuts, whore. Four cuts, bitch. I just kept cutting. When I stopped I realized my wrist looked horrible. I got out of the shower and dried off. At least the bleeding stopped. And my parents won't care. They hate me anyways. They are never home and when they are, I wish they weren't. All the do is yell and criticize me. I walked to my room and lay down. How I fell asleep is a miracle. I'm still not sure how I fell asleep to this day.

*flashback ended*

"Josh I'm sorry I snapped. Just a bad memory. That's all." I say apologetically.

"Would you tell me the memory. "

"You'll hate me"

How could I hate you!" He exclaimed.

"I can't get hurt again!" I screamed, throwing my hands up, which caused the sleeves of my dress to pull up, exposing my scars. He grabbed my wrist and held it, examining the scars.

"Let go. Please" I pleaded.

"Why?" Was all he said.

"It's a long story" I tried to say.

"I have time" he said letting my wrist go.

"Well..." And I began explaining the story of my scars and why I had them.

"I'm so sorry Alyssa. " he whispered when I finished.

"Don't be it's not your fault I'm a fuck up. " I said softly.

"You aren't the fuck up. That asshole is the fuck up. If I ever see him I will beat him" he said, anger shadowing his blue eyes.

"Thank you, but why do you care so much?" I asked, slightly confused.

"Because you are a sweet girl and you didn't deserve that. I hope you realize that I care about you alot."

"Thank you josh. You know, you aren't the asshole I thought you were" After I said that I gave him a hug and I cried. I cried and he comforted me. I never felt so happy, so loved in my life.

I was at peace.

But all good things have to end sometime right?

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