Bulls In The Bronx ( A Vic Fuentes Fan Fic )

The Boy Who Could Fly

I was going to add another part once I got 15 reads, but I decided to add it now, I hope you enjoy. :) Comment and tell me what you think should happen next! This is my first time writing so I'd love some advice. :)

Chapter 2:

Shay’s POV:

I’ve been best friends with Hazel since we were 8. She’s always been so happy, so outgoing, but once we got into high school, everything changed. People started making fun of her because of her weight, calling her every hurtful name they could think of. She’s always been a little overweight, but I always thought she was beautiful as a butterfly. She use to stand up for herself, but after a while, she got really tired of it. I remember the night she told me she started cutting herself…..

-Flashback-

Me and Hazel were sitting on my bed, eating popcorn watching The Last Song for the thousandth time, when I looked over at her, she seemed to be in her own little world, staring out of the window.

“Hazel, what’s wrong?”

“Shay, I have to tell you something, but you have to swear you will never tell anyone else, no matter what.”

“I promise..”

She slowly stood up, and started to take her pants off. What the hell is she doing? When she turned around, my eyes shot straight down to the infected red lines on her upper thighs. Oh no. My eyes started to tear up, what am I supposed to say?

“I cut myself Shay.”

As the words floated out of her mouth, I started sobbing hysterically. How could I not have known my best friend was hurting so much? Did I see the signs but brush them off?

“How long?” I asked her, my voice shaking.

“Almost 2 years now. I was always afraid to tell you, I thought you would think I was a freak, worthless, and crazy.. I couldn’t even think about losing you, you’re my best friend…”

“H-h-hazel..” I reached to touch her thighs, but she jumped back.

“They really burn when I touch them… Could you help me clean them up? I didn’t bring anything with me to clean them and they sting really bad.”

-End of flashback-

Ever since then, I knew I had to do something to help Hazel, but I just didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t tell her parents, they would’ve sent her to the hospital in 2.5 seconds. I couldn’t tell her grandma, she would’ve done the same. It has been 3 years since she told me, and she promised she was going to stop, but the other night while I was searching for my pj’s in her apartment, I found a pair of bloody jeans next to the dresser. I knew then that I had to tell someone, even if it meant she would never talk to me again.

Vic’s POV:

“Shay, what’s wrong with Hazel?”

I can feel my heart pounding out of my chest, I’m starting to sweat, I feel like I’m going to be sick.

“Vic…. Hazel has cut herself for almost 5 years now. She told me about 3 years ago, but she promised me she was going to stop, but the other day I found a pair of her jeans, and they were all bloody. She made me promise not to tell anyone, but I’m so scared Vic. There was so much blood….”

I can feel the hot tears streaming down my cheeks. Why would someone as beautiful as Hazel do that? Why wouldn’t she tell me so I can help her?

I grab Shay and give her a tight hug, “I’m going over to her house right now, and I’m going to talk to her.”

Before she could say anything, I’m out the door, in the car, on my way to Hazel’s apartment. I can barely see the road, my eyes are so blurry from crying. As I pull in front of her house, I start screaming in my car, what if it’s too late? What if I can’t help her?