Chapter 7

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DANI'S POV

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Santana leaned in and kissed me. It only took me a second to kiss back. It was the best kiss I've ever had. I'll tell you that.

She wasn't rough with it or sloppy.

It was soft and sweet and passionate. I guess she really wanted to get this right.

Hey she did.

She pulled away leaving me wanting more. She knew it too.

We laid there for a little. Watching each other.

"Soo..." I finally said.

"Sooo what?" She smiled.

"What do you wanna do?" I asked.

"Uhmm, I'm gonna show you something special about this tree..."

She said excitedly.

"Ok!"

"Follow me."

I nodded. This tree was huge!

We made our way to the back of the tree and there was a ladder.

She went up first and then she helped me up into this giant tree house.

"Ohmygod. this is so cool!" I squealed like a little kid.

"Isn't it? My uncle and I made it." She smiled remembering the memory.

There was a little table with chairs and a little couch. It was adorable. The windows had curtains so it looked like nothing was up here. It even had an outlet with a heater!

"Hey, what's today?" San asked.

"Friday, why?" I asked.

"Let's go get blankets and pillows. We can sleep here tonight." San said happily.

"O-ok." I swallowed.

"What's wrong?" San pouted.

"N-nothing." I needed to cut tonight. I've been holding it in all day.

"Something's wrong. Tell me." Santana pleaded.

"Nothing's wrong. I just need to stop at my house for some stuff. Ok?" I asked.

"Ok." Santana said, she came over and pecked my lips.

we got down and drove to my house..

"you wanna come in? i asked.

"Uhmm sure." She said.

"hey mom im home!" i yelled.

i ran upstairs and got some blankets and pillows.

"You want some cloths for tonight? that cheerios uniform looks kinda uncomfortable.." i offered.

"uhh sure.." Santana said a little uneasy.

"here." i said tossing her my sweatpants and a tanktop. she quickly threw them on and i gave her a sweatshirt.

she looked good in my cloths..

"like what you see?" i heard santana say i didnt even realize i was starring. oops

"sorry." i said blushing.

"dont be" she winked.

I ran to the bathroom with cloths. i quickly sliced my arms threw a bandage on and got a pair of sweats and a longsleve shirt on.

i walked out and santana was sitting on my bed.

"hey, can i use the bathroom?" She asked.

"Of course." i smiled.

she walked in and walked out with tears in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" i asked then she held the blade in her hand. my body went numb and my stomach turned.

"w-why do y-ouu h-ave t-this? w-hy is t-there b-lood on the f-loor?" She asked sniffling.

shit did i forget to clean up? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME

"I uhmm was shaving my leg b-before and i accidently cut my leg..." i tried to lie.

"r-really? because it wasnt like that before... i went to get your perfume and this was not there!" she said raising her voice, holding up the blade.

"I- Im s-sorry." i didnt know why

"Dani, please tell me what you did..." She said with tears streaming down here face and i did to now

"I- uhm...." I barley got out. she started walking over to me.

"Show me baby. please." she pleaded.

"NO! you wouldn't like me anymore! IM SUPRISED YOU STAYED AFTER I TOLD YOU I PURGED AND STARVED MYSELF! I cant lose you.." i whispered the last part.

"you'll never lose me." she whispered coming closer.

"you have to show me at the tree house ok?"

i nodded.

"C'mon let's go baby."

"Let me just go tell my mom." She nodded.

I opened my moms door to her and my dad. What. Tears sprung in my eyes.

"Miss me?" He smirked. And my mom was in shock.

"I HATE YOU!" I shouted running out of the house with Santana trailing behind.

"What happen?" San asked.

"I'll talk about it at the treehouse." I said crying as she tried to comfort me while driving.

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A/N.

CLIFFHANGER

So, I think I'm gonna update every other day... I want to make the chapters longer and I think that would help. Is that ok? Tell me your opinion

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