Keep dancing- DISCONTINUED

Chapter 18

Clean up,tease,awards,E! News, and paparazzi.

Chapter 18 Chachi's (POV):

After a while,I spoke up. "Justin, go lay on my bed. I wanna clean up." I say looking in his eyes. "Are you sure? I can help you." He says about to grab a towel. I block his hand and say. "Babe, I can do it by myself. Don't worry." I say looking in his eyes. "Ok." He says. He pecks my lips and walks out of my bathroom. I take a deep breath and look at the blood. There's so much. I touch it to make sure it didn't dry up. And it didn't. I sigh and grab a couple towels. I bunch the towel up and start to dab the blood and soon enough the whole towel was soaked in blood. Luckily I had a washer and dryer in my closet. But for now I put In my sink. I grab my other towel and begin to pick up the rest of the loose blood. Only half of the towel was soaked. I put that in the sink and grab another towel and the floor cleaner out of the bottom cabinet. I spray it on the dried up blood, and wipe it off. It took a while to get that fucking blood off. Excuse my French, but I mean come on, I had blood coming out of my wrist and my 'you know who'. I was depressed, tired, sad, pissed off, anxious, and hungry as living hell. I sigh and look at where the blood was. It was completely gone. I grab the blood soaked towels and wrap them in a clean towel. I tie it up, and walk to the closet. I put them in the washer, and walked back to my bathroom, each time I walked to or from the bathroom Justin saw me. I didn't look at him, cause I feel pathetic,worthless,and ugly. I walked to the bathroom and washed my hands. I have to clean my wrist, so I grab, yet another towel and soaked it warm water, and dab the open wounds. I yelp in pain, and squeeze my eyes shut as I continue to cleanup the blood on my wrist. "Fuck." I yelp. Justin runs in the bathroom. "Are you okay baby?" Justin asks. "Yea it just stings a lot." I say. I finish after 5 painful minutes. I walk to my closet, and pick out my pajamas, which were, knee high Jordan socks, purple and teal shorts, and my oversized Jordan shirt. I pick them off the hanger and drawer. I walk to my room, and start changing. "Oh yea my bra and underwear! Duuuuhhhhhh!" I say making the weird face and hitting my head. I heard Justin sigh in relief. Huh. I grab a pretty push up bra, and boy short underwear. I walk back and Justin stiffens up. I take my shirt off. Then my bra. His eyes get huge. I poke my boob. "Boobs are so weird!" I say squishing them. "Aren't they?" I say smirking. "Y-ye-yea, huh?" I laugh and put the bra on. Then I take off my underwear, and see Justin's breathing getting heavy. I laugh and change. "Your a tease." He says. "I know." I say smiling

{•2 weeks later•}

Chachi's (POV):

It's been two weeks since the over bleeding. And yes I still cut. And Justin doesn't know. YAnyways today's the Grammys. Yea. Its very exciting. Justin is my date, of course. I'm wearing this spaghetti strap dress, which is black, and has openings on the hips. (Remember Selena's 2012 billboard music awards dress? That's the one.) And also bright red shoes. And my hair is straightened. Well it's time for the awards. I'm in the limo, and realize I forgot to put makeup on the cuts. "Shit." I say to myself. At least there just mostly scars. I calm down, and get out the limo. I walk on the carpet, and start to pose. "Chachi! Over here!" Mario Lopez says. I walk over to him. "Hi chachi!" He says!

"Hi Mario!"

"You look lovely tonight!"

"oh why thank you!"

"Your very welcome! So I heard you canceled a couple of the Keep Dancing shows. What happened?"

"Oh! I got the flu. It was horrible, I tried to pull through and keep performing but Justin pulled me out, said I needed to rest."

"Oh what a caring boyfriend!"

"Oh yes! Well imma let you go talk to other people!" I say hugging Mario and waving while walking away. "Chachi!" A reporter says. I walk over.

"Hi!"

"Hello! How are you?"

"Oh I'm fine! Very excited actually!"

"I heard your nominated for a couple Grammys!"

"Yes I am!"

"Well good luck!"

"Thank you!" I saying smiling and walking away. I do couple more poses an walk inside. The awards was fun!!!! I won 3 Grammys for 'most meaningful lyrics' 'most upbeat song' mind you I was going against Justin for that one, and 'most played' and of course Justin won 4! I was at home, and I was trying to figure out were to put my Grammys. 'Oh the fire place!' I think. 'Haha I took it!' I hear Sel think back, 'fucker. Well we can share it.' I think back. 'Kay!' She thinks back. I run downstairs I put it on the mantal. I sit on the couch and turn on the tv.

"Upcoming artist Chachi Gonzales, won three Grammys last night!" Mario says. "I know!" The other one says. "But on a sadder note, it was recently reported that dance sensation Chachi, cuts herself. In my recent interview with dance sensation, she waves goodbye, but her wrist shows, scars all up and down her wrist." Mario says. "What's trending on twitter is #/staystrongchachi." Mario says. "We have set up an interview with Chachi Tomorrow. Chachi, sweetheart I your watching this, stay strong honey!" Mario says. "This is Mario Lopez, coming to you live, on E! News." I Was shocked at what I just watched. I go upstairs and go to bed. Mind you I was STILL dumbfounded after what I just watched.