Love Exists {BxB}

Chapter 29

Rocco's POV

Jak never found out.
Not yet at least..
It's been a couple days, that's all and he hasn't mentioned it, hopefully assuming it was actually just a bad dream.
"Rocco? Are you even paying attention?" Trin whines waving her hand in front of my face.
"Yeah sorry. What was it?" I say trying to keep my mind focused on her.
"I said that I'm worried about you." She repeats.
"Why? I'm fine." I say basically lying right to her face.
"No. You're not. Matty's gone missing, your dad's somewhere around here, you keep having nightmares, and I don't even know what's going on in your head." She says making me glare at her.
"I know you asked me not to bring it up again but I have to. Were all really worried about you." She explains.
I groan and lay back on her bed.
It's currently after school on a Thursday and we're supposed to be studying but Trinity just had to bring everything up again.
Jak and Seth are both at a hockey meet or whatever. Jak had skipped a whole bunch because of me and the three of us made him go to this one.
"I'm fine, Trin. I really am." I say convincingly.
"I can't believe that with everything going on. You must be hurting at least a little bit."
"Maybe a little bit but you aren't really helping by constantly talking about it." I say rolling my eyes and grabbing my math textbook.
I balance it on my stomach and struggle to understand what it's saying.
Suddenly the book is pulled out of my hands and dropped onto the floor.
"We are not studying. Not right now at least. You deserve something fun." Trinity says jumping up.
"Trin..." I say warningly.
She doesn't listen to me and runs off, appearing again a couple seconds later.
"I don't really go there too much and I'm stockpiled with clothes but..."
She proceeds to hold up 3 $50 hot topic gift cards.
"Shopping spree!" She squeals.
"I am not letting you spend $100 on me." I say immediately discarding the thought.
"How much clothes do you have?" She asks.
I hesitate before responding.
"3 pairs of jeans, 1 hoodie, 4 shirts, 1 pair of shoes." I reply.
I know it's not a lot but I don't really mind.
"That's not enough! You deserve it and theyre going to expire soon. I'm not planning on spending it but you can." She insists.
"Fine." I sigh pulling myself off her bed.

"Can I get a size smaller?" I ask quietly through the dressing room doors.
"How small are you? I don't think there are anything smaller than that." Trinity replies exasperated.
I look down at my topless body.
The pair of jeans still hung too loosely off my waist.
"This is the smallest size, Rocco." She says tossing another pair of jeans over the door.
I pull the ones I'm wearing off and tug on the next ones.
"It's good." I say letting a small smile touch my lips.
The jeans are black and super skinny but are still slightly loose but I don't really mind.
"Open up. Let me see!" She calls.
I carefully unlock the door and peek my head out making sure there's no one else around.
"Come on." She says tugging my elbow.
I self consciously stare at the ground as Trinity examins the jeans.
She pulls out her phone making my eyes widen and I step back quickly.
"Can I please send a picture to Jak?" She says pouting.
I roll my eyes and smile again.
"Whatever." I mumble.
She snaps a pic and I make a funny face so she takes another.
It ends up turning into a photoshoot type thing where I make funny faces and poses for her to take pictures of.
We end up laughing and smiling brightly.
That's when Trinity's eyes finally notice my wrists. The cuts are more like scabs and are scarring in places.
"Oh my god." She whispers.
My eyes widen and I hold my arms behind my back.
She pushes me back into the dressing room and locks the door.
"When?" She questions carefully taking my arms in her soft hands.
I burst into tears.

Trinity's POV

"Oh my god." I whisper.
I had seen his scars before a while back when we talked a little bit about it but there are more recent ones.
Ones that looked newer than what happened with Matty. 
I quickly push him back into the room, locking the door.
I hold his scarred, scabbed arms.
"When?" I ask feeling tears fill up my eyes.
Rocco immediately starts crying making me feel awful.
"I'm sorry!" He cries.
I pull him into my arms wishing I knew what to do, wishing Jak were here to help.
Somehow, even though I am about average height, maybe a little shorter, Rocco is still much shorter than me and so skinny.
It makes me feel like I'm trying to take care of an abused, sickly dog but no, it's a person.
I hold him tightly, rubbing his back.
"I'm sorry. Please don't tell Jak." He whispers.
"Jak doesn't know?" I ask.
He shakes his head.
His shirtless body is so cold and shaking I'm afraid he's going to pass out.
"It's okay. I won't tell him. Let's just pay and go home, okay?" I say soothingly.
He nods wiping away his tears.
I gather the clothes that we weren't buying and put them in a small pile for the people to take care of then walk to the cash with the stuff to buy.
The total is $163 and I pay with the gift cards and one of my $20 bills, not planning on telling Rocco that it went over.
He comes out of the dressing rooms wearing his dark blue loose skinny jeans and a black hoodie.
"Let's go." He says souding calm even after what happened earlier.

The car ride back he pretends that nothing happened and blasts some of his favourite music.
When we get back to my house he grabs the bags and hurries up the stairs to my room before me. By the time I get there, he's already packed and ready to leave.
"I'm going to walk home." He says trying to squeeze past me but I stop him.
"We have to talk about this." I say.
"Later. I have to go." He says nervously.
"You said earlier that you could stay until 5, it's only 4."
"Still gotta walk home and stuff."
"Rocco..." I say not knowing how to convince him to stay without actually forcing him.
"I'm sorry, Trin but I really gotta go. See you later." He says hurriedly.
He manges to leave and I decide not to go after him. I can't really talk to him if he really doesn't want to.

Rocco's POV

I finally manage to get out of the house and I hurry down the street, only slowly down when I can't see her house behind me anymore.
I'm only a street away from my house when I start feeling extremely paranoid.
It's kind of dark out because of how cloudy the sky is but none of the streetlights are on. 
I feel like someone's watching me but I can't see anyone around.
Every couple of minutes I see a dark sillouette out of the corner of my eye but that's it.

I'm only a couple of houses away when I actually see something.
Or someone...
A shadow stops just as I pass the house and I turn quickly.
A cloud moves at the exact right time and light shines on the street lighting up the stalker.
The same sinister smile.
The same hard glare.
The same balled fists.
The same blond hair.
The same person that I feared for tears of my life and still do.
My dad.
I literally sprint home.
Almost as fast as when I ran from Matty that one day weeks ago.
I slam the front door shut and lock every door perfectly aware of Bens confused look following me around.
He's finally going to get what he wants and take me away.

Paranoia stops me from sleep that night no matter how much I try.
My dad will get me no matter how much people try to protect me and no matter how much I try to protect myself.

Kinda sucky but whatver.
Thanks to RobinAfterRomance for making my cover and helping pick out the new name. :)
~Ellie