CHAPTER EIGHT

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It's Tuesday and we don't have school because of some "teacher" day. I decided to just stay in my pajamas and watch movies. I just put a bag of popcorn in the microwave when I heard a knock on my front door.
I walked towards the door and opened it to see Caleb waiting for me. He grabbed me into a hug and then let go.
"I'm sorry for walking out at lunch. I just needed to cool down so I didn't take it out on you." He said, ashamedly.
"It's okay. I understand"
"No it's not. You were hurting and I walked away. But I don't understand why we can't tell someone about it. We need to get help so you don't go home with bruises everyday. What do your parents think?"
"My mom is at work all day and I haven't seen my dad in years."
"I'm sorry. Is it ok if I come in and hang out. I want to talk to you and stuff." He asked
"Sure. Come in."
He walked in and then I realized I wasn't wearing sleeves so I quickly put them behind my back. He noticed I had my arms behind me and quickly wrapped his arms around me, tugging me into an embrace.
"You can tell me and talk to me about anything, you know that right?" He asked, his mouth next to my ear
"Yes. There's something I need to tell you."
He pulled away and looked at me concerned. I looked down and pulled my arms from my back. He looked at them and sighed.
"I'm sorry. I know I promised but it's so hard to stop. It's like a drug. It's addicting..." I said hastily.
"I know that, that's why I'm not mad. I just want to help you."
I wrapped my arms around him and put my head on his chest. Crying. I dug my head, as deep as I could, into his chest.
   "Please don't leave me..." I say in between my sobbing.
   "I would never leave you."

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