This WASN'T Planned // (Weston Koury / Mario Selman Fanfiction)

Chapter 13

Allison's P.O.V.

"Allison, let me in." I hear from outside my bedroom door. I wipe my tears away with my sleeve and sniffle, "Please just leave me alone, Mario."

"Don't make me break this door down! I have the muscles!" He says as he wiggles the doorknob. I let out a giggle and mumble, "As if."

"I heard that. How hurtful of you." He says still messing with the doorknob. The door flys open and reveals Mario. He drops a hanger from his hand and runs to me, engulfing me in a hug.

"What happened?" He says stroking my back softly. I breath in and as I'm about to release my breath and speak, more tears come flooding from my eyes. Who knew Weston had such an impact on me.

"Shh shh, stop crying, everything will be alright." He whispers into my ear, "Why the fuck isn't Weston trying to cheer you up?" Mario says in a frustrated voice. Weston. His name booms in my head.

Mario pulls away from hugging me and looks me in the face. He lays his hands on the side of my cheeks and wipes away my tears with his thumbs.

"I'm here, okay? Please, stop crying."

I look into his eyes. They've never looked so enduring. I look down at his lips and can't help but let my lips fall on them. It felt so right. Our lips moved in sync and I let my hands slide up his back and run through his hair.

After minutes of kissing, I hear Westons voice. My eyes pop open and dart to my bedroom door which was wide open. My legs are wrapped around Marios waist and he sitting on the flooring crisscross style. I pull away but its to late to move.

"Allison I-" he pops up at my door with a rose in his right hand. I don't know what to do; I'm in so much shock that I just sit there with my eyes wide.

I notice him grip the stem of the rose tighter, "I fucking knew I did the right thing, you fucking slut." He runs out of sight and I hear loud footsteps as he runs down the stairs.

"Ally.." Mario whispers as I start to tear up again. I jump out of Marios lap and run to look for Weston. I stop myself halfway down the steps when I realize theres nothing I can do to make this situation any better. I'm just a slut.

"Allison, it's not true." Marios says from the top of the stairs. I look up at him with tears crawling down my cheeks.

"Get out."

"Ally.."

"MARIO GET OUT!" I yell looking into his eyes. He says nothing and slowly walks down the stairs. He walks to the front door and pauses.

"Please, don't-"

"Get. Out." I say, cutting him off.

He closes my front door and the sound echoes throughout the house. I run up the stairs and run to my room. I close my door and slide down it letting all my tears go.

My eyes open and I focus on my nightstand. I crawl to it and slowly slide open the second drawer, revealing 2 blades. I bite my lip but my hand flys to one of the blades. I get up and go to the bathroom, closing the door after me. I sit on the toilet and roll up my sleeve, letting out a sigh as I reveal my past scars. 7 months clean about to get washed away like nothing.

Don't do it, Ally. A voice says in my head. My hand begins to tremble as I lay the blade on my skin.

Just do it already, you slut! Another voice beams louder.

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I laugh at the voice and let the blade slide against my skin, letting blood drip out of it. For being a slut.

I continue to cut away at my arm for all the reasons I've been holding in for so long, watching the blood drip all over the floor.

I stand on my feet and feel myself get light headed. I lean on the sink and rest for a minute then stand back up straight. One last cut; to being a disappointment!

I throw the blade into the little puddle of blood on the floor and watch as it gets covered in blood. I turn back to the sink and slowly open up the faucet, letting water pour out. I wash the blood off my arm and clean my hands.

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I pull my sleeve down and cover up the fresh scars, not wanting to look at them. I walk out of the bathroom and shut the door quietly. I stumble to my bed and crawl under my covers, I'm okay.

I'll be fine.

Right?