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17. Strip Club

Paris' POV

I looked at him with wide eyes and started shaking.

How does he know?

"Paris I'm not gonna hurt you. I know you have been through a lot before but I'm not like that"

I gulped and he grabbed my hand gently.

"I'm not just using you for sex. I genuinely care about you. I know you have had some pretty rough relationships before and you don't want to be hurt again but I'm here for you"

This is what he thinks happened to me? I've never had a boyfriend before.

"Ashton-"

"Shhh just shhhh. It's alright. I understand" he said rubbing my thumb.

I looked at the inside clock and saw it was already 5:30. Wait 5:30! Tristan was going to be home soon!

"You guys have to leave now! Please! It's for the best" I rushed out quietly.

"What's happening Paris?" Caitlyn asked.

"Please just get out of here" I said looking around madly.

"Just promise us that you'll be okay" Caitlyn spoke softly while gripping my shoulders.

I nodded and Caitlyn kissed my arms before they walked back to Ashton's house.

I'm probably going to die tonight. Maybe I should just do it myself quickly so I don't have to go through the pain and torture.

I shut the door and locked all the windows and doors so no one could get into the house and headed up to my room.

I grabbed the pills from underneath my pillow and opened the lid.

I emptied the whole bottle into my mouth and swallowed all the pills with some help of water.

"Goodbye" I whispered before I saw black.

Tristan's POV

I slammed on the door for about the tenth time. Where was the girl? I had forgotten the keys for the house so I just expected Paris to just open the door but she didn't.

"Paris!" I boomed.

"Excuse me sir. Are you alright?"

I turned around and saw the boy that came around a few days ago to check up on Paris.

"Uh yes thanks. Just having some trouble getting into the house. I forgot my keys"

"Well Paris is home. I came to see her just before. I'm really sorry about what happened with her, it must have been hard"

"Oh really?"

"Yeah" he said nodding his head sadly.

I barged the door and it opened.

I gave the boy one last look before slamming the door and heading up to Paris' room.

I opened her door and saw her shaking with foam coming out of her mouth.

I rushed over to her and saw an empty bottle in her hand.

"Paris" I groaned. "What have you done! I can't take you to the hospital stupid girl"

All the foam stopped and I wiped if from her mouth. Gross.

"Paris" I said sternly.

"Am I in heaven?"

"You tried to kill yourself? You tried to get away from me? I talked to that boy Paris! What have I told you about people!" I screamed.

"They're not going to hurt me! I should be dead Tristan! I shouldn't be here! I deserve to be dead!" She cried out like the little kid she is.