Golden Boy

Fued

I love my job and I'm not going to let some dirty, stupid, bitch ass snobs ruin it for me. Or am I?

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I made it back home from the bar before Enzo and got dressed into some sweats and a sports bra and laid on the bed. Why does Dean do that to me? He always has me thinking he cares but I know he doesn't. Why would he I barley even know him?

My head was spinning I barley knew what was happening but I looked down to see blood splattered all over this towel on my bed I looked at the towel to see my little old friend dressed in the same red clothes as the towel. Tears started to fall down my eyes as I realized what I did. It wasn't my fault I try so hard to stop but Kevin... he just makes me feel so useless everything that happened between us always brought back the pain.

I quickly ran into the restroom I threw the towel completely away hiding it under tissues. I put the water on and started to rub the dry blood off my wrist only causing more blood to surface at the vicious rubbing. More tears began to fall down my eyes as it seemed like there was a never ending river of blood flowing out of my arms. I left the bathroom and grabbed my trainers bag along with a long sleeved shirt.

"Viviana?" I could hear Enzo call as he came into the hotel room I rushed into the restroom and locked the door.

I wrapped my wrist in white bandages turning myself into a living mummy and slipped the shirt on. I put my hair up to make it look like I took a shower and left the room to see Enzo staring at me in disbelief.

"Where did you go I went back looking for you and you weren't there," he said and I looked on my bed to see that I had left the razor on the bed. Fuck.

"Umm I just wanted to come home early, I wasn't feeling good," I partially lied, I mean now I really didn't feel good, but who ever wants to come home early from the bar?

"Uh huh what's this broken bottle right here Viv," he said bending down for the bottle and out of complete instinct I lunged for the razor and tucked it under my pillow.

"Oh so that's where it went," I scratched the back of my head, "Umm I wanted some to go," I laughed I must have drunk Enzos bottle of wine he takes for the road. My bad.

"Yeah sure that's why it's my bottle Vivs," he looked me up and down while raising an eyebrow.

I slumped down on the floor putting my head against the wall, "Kevin came up to me," I nearly whispered as small tears began to escape the rim of my eyes.

"Viviana why didn't you tell me, are you okay, did he hurt you?" Enzo asked sitting down next to me putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Not really, I don't know he was definitely drunk he just grabbed my face," I buried my head into my lap covering my arms to the best of my abilities.

"That boy is going to get it the next time I see him he doesn't have a right to be putting his fat ass pig hands on you,"Enzo nearly screamed, causing me to snort a little. Enzo is like an older brother to me I don't know what I would do without him.

"Fat ass pig hands?" I looked up at him a small smile appeared on my face, surprisingly.

"Yes it's true, and you know it," he smirked down at me and I couldn't help but laugh.