Growing Up With Him- Conor Maynard Fan Fic

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Warning, Trigger warnings.

Conor gets angry with all the guys taking pictures.
"Guys please stop." I say. They all laugh. Are they laughing at me? How I look? I can't take this. Especially on my birthday. I put my clothes back on. I don't even care about my ankle anymore. I'm so fucking pissed at them. I can't believe them. Conor tried wrapping his arm around me but I push it away and storm off. I can hear them behind me. My phone blows up. I can hear that he tries calling after me but I don't answer. How could they just laugh at me. That's so fucking messed up. Thats mental. For fucks sake. I storm into my house. Luckily no one home. I slam my door and pace the floor sobbing. I've done this to many times. This whole thing is so fucking exhausting. I've never done this before, but my own friends. I go into my bathroom. I grab a regular razor and some tweezers. I take out the blades. I've never cut before but I feel like everything is falling apart. I take it and contemplate. I put it against my wrist and drag it across. I put it into my pocket and clean my wrist and the razor and throw it away. I keep the blade in my pocket though. I never wanted to cut but all your friends betraying you and making fun of you. What else do you have. Conor leaves a voice mail saying
"Baby what's happened? We were all having fun and you left? Where did you go. I'm sorry for what I've done. Like I've said, I didn't want to ever hurt you. Please pick up your phone. Were all very scared and worried about you."
I ignore it and the next call.
"Were all going to yours. Please be there. I'm so fucking sorry, Samantha. Please tell me what I've done so I can make it up. This can't happen. It's your birthday. Please baby just answer so I know your safe."
Great so they're coming here. They can't be far now. I don't know what todo. I contemplate on my life. I look at the ring. Fuck. I hear a knock on my front door. It opens. Footsteps run up the stairs and knock on my bedroom door. I make another mark on my wrist and clean it. I'm not worth this. This isn't worth it.
"Baby please. It's Conor, Joe and Jack. The others are outside waiting." Conor says. I don't answer. I stand up in the middle of my room.
"Please I know your in there baby. Just answer so I know your okay." Conor says.
"Leave!" I raise my voice. I've been crying for a long time now.
"Please baby. I wanna help you. But I need to know what todo." Conor says. I don't wanna be mad at him.
"I'm coming in." He says. He opens the door and turns to shut it behind him. He looks at me as I look at him.
"Samantha, what's happened?" He asks.
"You know what's happened!" I say.
"Love, what's you mean?" He asked.
"God your so fucking clueless!" I raise my voice again. I never yell. I hate yelling but something has come over me.
"Love please. Tell me what's happened!" He says coming towards me. He puts his hands on my shoulders. I shake them off and turn my back towards him.
He sighs.