Your Name On My Wrist [book1]

chapter twenty five

•••••••••••••••••Lily's POV••••••••••••••

My dad. The man that left me scared. Not only emotionally scared. Hell no. But also physically and mentally. When I was still living back home with him, I was terrified. I barely talked to other men or boys, the reason was simple. To me it was anyways. Others would find it stupid and idiotic. But J was afraid they would treat me like my dad treated me. I was scared to get hurt even more. But then reuniting with my uncle, gave me a change of mind. He's always been kind and caring, so if he's letting me stay with him and five teenage boys, they must be very trust worthy.

But now I feel weak again. I just want to block everyone out again. The boys all seem nice and kind hearted, but so did my dad. The date with Harry was amazing! We had so much fun! But so did I and my dad the first night he ever threw a punch at my face. He brought me to the carnival, and when we got home, he said I was bratty the whole night and he just, punched me straight in the face.

Before my mind could process anything, I was laying on my bed, listening to depressive music and...a small knife like object. I gripped onto the sharp weapon, I felt like I had to do this. To forget. Forget the pain and hurt he had caused me. I slowly sat up, turned my arm around and took my leather jacket off. I brought the blade close to end of my wrist. Before actually doing anything, I stared at my previous cuts. There was what seemed to be the letter 'L' followed by the letters 'I' and 'A'. In my mind, 'L' stands for 'love'. Something I've been deprived of. 'I' was, to me, 'irritated'. I was irritated of being treated like a human punching bag. And finally, the letter 'A'. It didn't have much meaning. It was carved into my skin like the Avengers A. Just because I liked it and I loved the movie. Thinking of a small cut, I carved in an 'M'. Mom. That's who I needed, loved and hated all at the same time. I stared at my wrist again. Guilt taking over me. Why did I do this? Why did I harm myself? I was sitting there crying, a blade in one hand and a bloody wrist. I walked into the bathroom that was a part of my room, and I washed up my arm. The letters becoming more visible. I read the letters together. ' L I A M'. Then it occurred to me. The way Liam looked at me and Harry. When mine and Harry's hands were interlocked. He tried being sweet and caring, like he showed love. And the end of a song came into my head...'Sometimes the one you want, isn't always the one you need...'. Now the one I need, his name, is on my wrist.

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*A/N.:

AWWWWWWWWW C:

That was the last chapter of Your Name On My Wrist. :'c

I had fun writing this, except for those damn writer blocks. So did you guys like it?

I know you don't want me to leave y'all hanging! Sooooo

I wrote a sequel! I already have the first chapter written!

It's called 'Help Her Recover'.

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Love you all!

-Emma xo