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Connor's POV:
I slammed the door behind me and listened as he made his way downstairs. Then I worked quickly. I shoved my chair under the door and turned the lock so that I was stuck in here with everyone else out there. Next, I stripped down to my boxers and pulled out a box I hid under my bed. It was just a small one so it would be almost impossible to find if you didn't know about it. I gulped and took the top off to see it full of blades. I took the one on top out and sat the lid back on the box.
I took a deep breath before placing it against my skin. I can do this.
I swiped it across, immediately loving the feeling it gave me. I looked down and saw a small line of blood starting. I smiled at it before making another one. This time I didn't look at it before making another. I kept going until my arm and legs were covered. I smiled at the picture and switched my blade to the other hand. I started going on the other arm until a knock came from outside the door. I wiped my tears away the best I could as I controlled my voice.
"Yes?" The knob couldn't turn because of my setup.
"Connor please let me in." I heard Louis speak.
"Fuck off." I started to make more cuts on my arm until that side was covered in blood as well. I started to laugh and smear it. Then I walked to the wall and wrote the word 'believe'.
I stumbled around my room laughing like a maniac. My dad took that loser back. After he had left him for some girl. Louis was the biggest shit that I have ever known. He is worse than Brice. I walked to my window and looked out it. The moon was shining brightly enough that it lit up the streets. I heard two pair of footsteps coming down the hall. One stopped but the other kept going until they were in front of my door.
"Connor, its Niall." I rolled my eyes.
"No shit you are the only one around with an Irish accent." I walked to my desk and got out stuff to start cleaning my cuts. I did my right arm first then my left.
"I'm worried about you. Please let me in." I turned around and saw the mess I had made.
"I'm fine Niall. We can talk tomorrow I'm going to bed right now." I flicked the lights off as I pulled on my shirt and a hoodie before walking in the dark to my dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans.
I texted Troye asking if he could pick me up to which he agreed and said
he would park around the block in our usual spot. I pulled on my socks and shoes and waited a while until I knew they would both be asleep.
After I knew they were I took the chair away and unlocked the door. I headed down to the kitchen and got a case of unopened beer that my dad kept for 'guy nights.' He hasn't had one in forever. I felt a pang in my chest as I pulled it out and walked to the door. I shut it quietly behind me and started down the street. I paused half way and pulled one out, opened it and took a long swig.
I picked the case back up as I continued walking. My tears began to fall again but I didn't bother wiping them away. Why should I?
I stopped at Troye's car and opened the door. I stepped in and put my seat belt on and took a new bottle out.
"Connor you shouldn't drink that much you're only fifteen."
"Fuck off, mother." I opened it up and leaned my head back as I gulped it down.
"Fine but don't blame me when your dads go-"
"I only have one dad. Just, just Niall." Troye glanced over at me as he began to drive.
"What about Louis?"
"He's a dip shit. Fucking cheated and got a girl pregnant. S'why he always leaves." He went quiet after that.
"So they broke up?" I shook my head.
"Niall has no idea and I don't want to be the one that breaks it to him." We sat in silence for a while until the door to my house opened. I looked at the figure walking out and let out a laugh.
"See? That fucker is leaving Niall once again. I'm not surprised though." Troye glanced at me quickly but kept his eyes on Louis.
"Where is he going?"
"Probably to knock up another girl" Troye reached over the seat and hit the side of my head lightly.
"I don't care how much you hate him or how drunk you are. That man is your father too." I flipped him off and looked out the window.
"We should follow him."
"What?" We turned to each other.
"Follow him and see where the girl lives." Troye raised his eyebrows.
"Yea. Yea okay. We can do that." I nodded and watched him pull out.
"Yea buddy! We're going on a chase now!" I took another sip from my drink as Troye pulled out and began following him.
"Connor you shouldn't drink anymore." I sighed but put the bottle back in the case.
"Fine I'll just get drunk later tonight." He shook his head but continued driving behind Louis.
We followed him for about an hour before he finally pulled into a drive way.
"Look for an address!" I yelled to Troye who also tried to find it.
"There!" I pointed to the house. "327 Cherry Lane!" I quickly opened up the glove box and took out a tablet and pen. I scribbled the information down and looked at it for a moment.
"What now?" We sat holding our eyes on the other person.
"I-I don't know. We can't tell Niall. It would break him. But he needs to know." We sat looking at each other for a while longer until he broke the silence.
"We should just go home for now and sleep on it." Troye pulled away from where we were sitting and began to head back towards my house.
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