Save me Mr.Badboy

chapter 6

I tried to escape the house multiple times during the day but he had locked me in. I knew I had been rude earlier but I was just trying to seem more interesting than what he probably perceived of me. I knew that he would see me as suicide girl who cries over nightmares and I guess I was right. I just wish he would let me leave.

I've had nothing to do all day other than think, me being alone and thinking is not a good mix. I've tried to take my mind off of how I'm feeling but nothing has worked. I walk upstairs and into the shared bathroom.

All white tiles surrounded me, on the floor and on the walls. I felt even more insane than before. That's when my tunnel vision kicked in, there was one thing that my eyes were drawn to. The razor. Just one little cut to relieve tension. I don't want him to come home and have a dead girl on his conscience.

I sat in the bath fully clothed and sliced at my wrist. First a small scratch, next a deeper one and a deeper one. Very soon my arm was bleeding relatively heavily so I pushed it underneath the cold tap to take away the sting.

When my wrist finally stopped bleeding like crazy I went to "my" bedroom and laid down. I feel emotionally and physically drained. I pass out under the covers feeling exhausted.
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"Alice!" I hear a voice yelling up the stairs and recognise it immediately. Looks like the motor cyclist clean freak decided to actually come home.

"What?" I croak and suddenly the door opens, I quickly hide my left arm under the blanket.
"Why the fuck did you try to scratch my bike earlier!" He continues to shout and I feel as if my ears are going to bleed.

"Please get out" I state calmly.

"Please explain yourself!" He gets closer to me accidentally placing his hand on my wrist. I wince and pull back and he looks at me suspiciously.

"You don't know what I was upset about yesterday so maybe you shouldn't start taking the piss out of me for crying!" I shout, my frustration from earlier today finally boiling over, "you've had me cooped up in this house all day loosing my mind, I don't know if you have realised but I don't want to be here! You can't just take people off the streets and lock you in your home it's called kidnapping!" I get up to leave the room.

"Nobody seems to have noticed that you're missing" He says bitterly and I slam the door running downstairs and trying to pry open any of the exits.

"You sick bastard let me out!" I scream crying now.

No reply. I run back upstairs and search the rooms, wandering into his where he was laid on his bed rubbing his hands through his hair.

"what are you doing in here?" He questions but I ignore him, making a B line for the balcony door.

I manage to get to the edge, to feel my body slip, I almost fall, I almost get to leave this world but that same fucking hand grabs me.

"You are so destructive! I get it, you're upset, you don't need to tell me why but you really think trying to loll yourself if going to convince me it's safe to let you leave!" He shouts and it clicks, good behaviour means I get to leave sooner. I notice he is looking toward my wrist with wide eyes, it is stinging considerably more than earlier. I too look down and realise the cuts have split open and are bleeding heavily once again.

"you.. You did this while I was gone?" He stammers, this is only the second time I've seen him falter while in his company. I see an opportunity to get out.

"You think you are looking after me?" I shout and hold my wrist closer to him, "you're making me more insane than I was before"

He looks into my eyes and surprisingly pulls me into a tight embrace. He says nothing, he just holds me, rubbing my back soothingly with his hands and I break down in his arms.