Suicide ~Rihanna
"Let me see," Tyler said softly from the other side of his bed.
I shook my head frantically.
"Troye, please. I need to know how bad it is."
"Tilly, I can't. It's disgusting."
He sighed. "Troye... I don't want to argue. Just let me see."
I nodded in defeat, pulling my sweatshirt over my head.
Tyler's eyes widened in surprise, but thankfully he didn't say anything. He picked up one of my scarred arms, his gaze wandering down my bruised shoulders and hips. The greenish patches on my ribs that Jacob's fists left when I refused to do what he said.
Tyler pulled me close to him. "Why didn't you tell me when this started? Why did you go to him in the first place??"
Questions I don't have answers to.
"I- I don't know," I said truthfully. "Everything was perfect until he moved here. And I just wanted him... I've never felt that before with anyone but Connor. I guess I wanted to try something new."
"Connor still loves you, you know?" Tyler said. "I don't think he'll ever stop. Some people are just meant for each other."
I didn't respond.
"Troye, we need to report this. If you don't want to I will-"
I was about to object but he stopped me.
"I won't say anything without your permission first."
I denied without hesitation. No one can EVER know about this. I don't need people calling me a slut and a drug addict again. I'm not going to put my family through that kind of shame again.
Tyler crossed his arms looking a little frustrated.
"Tyler," I said softly with tears in my eyes. "You can't let anyone find out."
"But I can't let him keep hurting you!!" He yelled.
I shrunk away from him, surprised by his change in tone. His eyes softened immediately.
"Troye, please. We'll talk to the school counselor. I promise you she won't tell anyone."
I shook my head. "I'm sorry... I just can't."
Tyler sighed wrapping an arm loosely around my shoulders. "It'll be okay. We'll figure something out."
No we wont...
My body can't take any more abuse. My mind won't let me get help. I've run out of choices...
~V
Im still deciding between a happy ending or a sad ending. Becuase I could make this a really really REALLY sad ending...
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