Stampy and Sqaishey Love Story 5

Chapter 43

A/N ~ I haven't written in so long, I'm sorry! I've been so so busy and stressed.  :((  Death Note is an anime, if you're wondering. It's awesome.

Also, sorry this is so short! I have 0 inspiration right now, but I really wanted to update :)

Trigger warning?? Mention of self harm and bulimia

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"So, last night" I sighed, sat beside my husband on Rachel's bed while she sat in her computer chair, knees pulled up to her chest kind of like L from Death Note "What was going on?"

"I just felt... rubbish" she shrugged, "and I was scared"

"I don't want to sound like I'm interrogating you, but scared?" Stampy spoke, watching her eyes well with tears and her bottom lip quiver as she began to speak.

"Scared of doing something stupid again" she muttered, eyes directed towards the floor "-yes, again. My arm- I um-"

"It's okay" I hummed, getting up and stepping forwards, pointing to her sleeve. She rolled it up and revealed multiple fresh cuts, and scars. I sucked in a quiet breath, trying to hold back tears  at the site "how-"

"they're in the top drawer of my bedside table"

Stampy reached over, opening the drawer and taking out three blades, one of which had dried out blood on it. Rachel sighed, trying to avoid eye contact as tears fell.

"Is that all of them?"

"Yeah" she nodded "um... I've been throwing up, as well. And avoiding meals when I can"

"Oh Rae" Stampy hummed, kneeling down beside me and placing a hand on her shoulder.

"You will be okay, we will get you sorted"

She choked, falling into our arms and sobbing hard. My heart broke more and more as she cried in mental pain. I felt terrible that we'd not taken enough notice, like somehow it was my fault because we'd not done anything before now.

"Um, would you like therapy?" her father asked, rubbing her back softly.

"Uh... Yeah, actually... Please" she sniffled, making us nod.

"I'll find something as soon as I can. Would you like it weekly?"

"Please"

I nodded, kissing her on the forehead gently and wiping her tears. Once she'd settled down enough, we decided to leave her be and allow her to rest. 

Downstairs, Stampy and I sat on the settee drinking our coffees and cuddling up, chatting about what we were going to do and how we would go about things with the other kids. Obviously we'd have to ask Rachel if she'd want Ben to know or not, but we weren't sure if the other kids were a bit young.

My phone pinged, indicating a text message from Max, informing me he'd spoken to his parents, and was know wondering if Stampy and I were okay with him coming round for a couple of hours to chill out.

"Who is it?"  

"Max, he's spoken to his mum and dad 'nd wants to know if he's okay to come round"

"Yeah, just as long as they're okay with it and Rachel too" my husband nodded, checking his watch "it's almost three, I ought to get going to pick the kids up actually"

"I'll go if you want? You took them this morning" I responded, standing up to get my shoes on without waiting for a reply.

"You sure?"

"Yeah it's fine, I might pop to the shop too"

"Alright, see you later" 

With one last wave, I closed the door and left, with nothing but my kids on my mind.