Cuts

Ch 4. Life Sucks

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Chapter 4 - Life Sucks

Harry threw the tissues in the dustbin and I was still frozen, staring at him.

"It's looks okay." He told me, putting a hand on my shoulder.

What are you trying to do?

I finally came back to reality and moved.

"Um.. thanks." I tugged a hair behind my ear.

"No problem." He smiled. When he smiles he always looks so wow.. just wow.

"Come with me to the cafe?" What?

"Really?" I said, my tone full on sarcastic.

"Yeah." He digged his hands in his pockets.

"I don't think so.."

Whore

Slut

Bitch

Easy

No way I'm doing this.

"Oh, come on!" He groaned.

"I'm really sorry Harry. I really do want to come but I just can't.." He doesn't know how hard it is for me to resist him. Having a crush on someone for more than a year and when finally comes a day, he's asking you out and you just.. shit I'm so fucked up.

"It's okay." He said, my heart sank at his words.

I better go. The insults will be there no matter what.

"Let's go." His eyes sparkled. Was that because of what I said?

"You sure?" He double checked.

I bet he is regreting asking me.

"It's okay if you don't want to." I said, with no emotion.

"Of course I want to." Relief flashed over me but I don't want people saying shit about him.

I can't ditch him now.

Why the hell is my life so messed up?

"How do we escape from this place?" He asked.

"First I'll go outside then you come?" I suggested.

"But if someone sees? Oh god!" He groaned. I giggled at him.

"Okay so you go outside and then call me if everything is cool." He answered his own question.

"I don't have your number."

"Then take it stupid!" He inserted his number in my phone till that I put some stroke over my eyes again.

"You don't need that." He commented.

"Don't joke. I already look hell." I rolled my eyes.

"Of course you do." He said sarcastically but my heart sank. I'm too sensitive too all the comments I get. I know I shouldn't be but I can't help it.

"I'm goin'." I opened the door and went outside. All clear. I took my phone and searched Harry and was about to call him when Stacey interrupted.

"Oh look who we have here." No please. Not right now.

"How have you been Stephanie?" Stacey asked. I just want to pull all my hair from my head.

"Good."

"Look at you disgusting little shit. You've been good? Let me make you feel a little worse? Should I?"

What is her problem? What have I done to her?

She came near me and digged her nails in my left arms.

Do not cry.

"Are you feeling better now?"

I didn't reply so she pressed them even harder, I winced back this time.

"I'm sorry." I screamed when the physical torture became too much.

"You should be." She slapped me and then blew me a kiss and went.

Fuck my life.