An Unexpected Love {Editing}

Chapter 22

Kenzie's POV
I wake up to the smell of burnt bacon. I run downstairs yelling, "HUNTER BRYCE ROWLAND IF YOU BURN DOWN THIS HOUSE I AM GOING TO SLAP YOU INTO NEXT YEAR!" When I get downstairs I see Hunter sitting on the floor, weak from laughing. I roll my eyes and walk over to him. I sit next to him and rest my head on his shoulder. "Cuddle time!" I squeal. He stops laughing and wraps his arm around my neck. Brandon walks in shirtless. "Where's the bacon?" He asks. "Put on a shirt and maybe I'll tell you." I smile. He groans and grabs the plate of bacon on the table. I jump up and grab it from his hands. "Your butt jiggled." Hunter laughs immaturely. "Give me the bacon." Brandon whines. "Give me a hug." I giggle. "I don't want them anymore." He sighs walking away. I sigh and hand him the plate. He walks over to the couch and sits down. I smile and flip onto the couch. "Why you so mad?" "You taking me away from London before I could get her number." He mumbles. "London's bad news. She paid a guy to try and rape me!" I say angrily. "WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULD'VE HAVE PLAYED!" He yells. "She made me!" I yell. "MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN A SLUT AND KISSED HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE!" He yells. That pushes me over the edge and I run to my room slamming the door behind me. I lock it and go to the bathroom. I grab my makeup bag and stare at the razor. "I'm strong. I can get through this without using it." I repeat over and over. I give up in trying to convince myself and grab it when I hear someone banging on the door. "MACKENZIE LYNN ROSS!" Hunter yells behind the locked door. I ignore him and look at myself in the mirror. "Slut." I whisper making a cut. "Ugly." Another one. "Fat." Another one. "Stupid." Another one. "Whore." Another one. I hear the door being picked. "Disgusting." I scream making another cut. Hunter walks in. He looks at me in disbelief. "Mackenzie!" He yells grabbing the razor from my hand. I look at myself in the mirror. "Slut. Ugly. Fat. Stupid. Whore. Disgusting." I repeat over and over. "Mackenzie stop." He says taking my hands in his. I continue chanting it getting louder every time. "MACKENZIE. STOP!" He yells. Tears fill in my eyes. "Mackenzie." He says looking at me with tears in his eyes. "Stop." He says when I look up at him. A tear falls down his face. I wipe it. "You need to stop doing this." He sighs referring to my arm. "I know." I nod with a sigh. "I love you. I don't want to lose you due to cuts." He says as more tears stream down his face. "I love you too." I sigh grabbing a towel to wipe the blood from my arm. Brandon walks in. "Look I'm sorry." He sighs. "Yeah a little too late for that." I sigh holding up my arm. "It slipped." "So you do think I'm a slut. You just don't say anything." I sigh turning on the water and getting the towel wet. "I don't think you're a slut. It just slipped. You aren't a slut. London is." He mumbles the last part. I look at him weird. He shows me a picture of her and Jacob kissing. "I told you she's bad news." I sigh. "Do you forgive me?" He asks. I nod, finish cleaning the blood and then pull him into a hug. Hunter joins the hug being the awkward bean he is. I hear a knock on the door and go answer it. I look at the person in disbelief.