Fallen Angels

chapter fifteen

Keval's Pov

That was the first time I've ever seen a girl look so broken. The look in her eyes before she turned away, made me want to hold her.

Her eyes looked so......dead.  It was as if she had lost hope, like she didn't have anything or anyone to live for.

But I wasn't sorry for her. That's what I've been trying to tell myself but it's not working.

I walked inside of my house, to see Joey and my step dad sitting on the couch.

“where have you been?", Joey asked while glaring at me.

“out.", was my short reply.

“stop it, twerps. One of our members are missing.", my step dad informed me.

“how? When? By who?", I asked all at once.

“who do you think? It's your little whore, Paris.", Joey answered.

It took all of my strength not to shoot him in the spot for talking about Paris like that.

“Joey, if you talk one more time, I'll shoot you.", my step dad told him.

“Paris couldn't have done it. She was with me today.", I answered.

“she sent one of her minions of course."

I was really angry at Paris now. She's been acting like a saint all evening, while she's been sending her people out to hurt others.

That was when I made my decision to befriend her, make her like me and then hurt her in the worst way possible.........

Paris's pov

I was currently in my room,though how I had the strength to get here was beyond me.

After lying lazily on my bed, I realized that I was getting close to the one thing that I spent years getting over, one thing that made me suicidal; depression.

I didn't think twice before I opened my bedside drawer and withdrew my razor blade. One of the things I did most when I was depressed was self harm.

I had great skin, so if I cut myself, the scars would fade after awhile. I thought about all the wrong things that has happened and started to cut my wrists.

The fact that my father killed himself.

Cut.

My first love slept with my sister. And called me orphan and worthless.

Cut.

I couldn't be a normal girl because of my fucked up life.

Cut.

About thirty minutes later, my hands were bleeding and I felt satisfied. I could feel the stinging pain and I loved it.

I started to feel tired so I quickly drifted off to sleep......

Ring! Ring! Ring!  What the fu-?

Oh. It's my alarm clock. I didn't feel like going to school but I didn't want to fail either.

My three days of suspension were spent with me cooped up in my room. I didn't eat, I cut myself and I didn't talk to anyone.

Crissy would come up to my room occasionally, but I would tell her I'm fine. Sometimes I would even threaten her.

I took a shower,did my hair without bothering to put on make-up. My outfit consisted of a tubed top bra with an oversized hoodie, black leggings and a black Nike Air Force.

I quietly went downstairs, hoping that no one would see me leave. But to my luck, Crissy was in the kitchen.

“morning", I muttered.

“what's wrong with you? Don't tell me that it's because of the suspension. It's not your first one, Paris.", she went straight to the point.

I didn't want to tell her that Tyler was back. When he slept with Calicia and Crissy found out, she gave Calicia a black eye and a broken arm.

“Tyler is back", I said as nonchalantly as I could.

I could hear Crissy gasp but I avoided her gaze. I couldn't deal with the pity. After all, she warned me about him.

“I can't believe this.", she whispered, before she engulfed me in a hug.

“it's okay, I'll live.", I assured her.

“you haven't eaten and you've been cutting yourself.", she snorted.

“how did you know?!", I exclaimed.

“you don't wear hoodie for fun. You're clearly hiding the cuts."

Fuck.

“I need to go.", I rushed out.

I quickly got in my car and drove to school. This was by far the day ever and it has just started.

Just fucking great....