Trauma ➸ Audrey Jensen [1]

9 ➸ thank you

nine ; thank you

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HARLEY

Audrey and I were laughing hysterically, walking out of the empty gas station. No one was there, except for the loser working behind the counter. Poor guy. Gas station night shifts must suck. Audrey threw the pack of alcohol in the back seat, letting out a sigh of relief as she jumped in the front.

"Jesus fucking Christ, that was scary," I laughed. Audrey nodded her head, laughing breathlessly again. We bought a 12 pack of some flavored beer, with Audrey's fake ID. It surprised me that she had one, but it's barely good enough because we nearly got caught. The only thing that saved us was the fact that we told him we weren't lying, then called him an asshole for making us 'late' for a party we made up. So he gives it a second glance, deciding that we looked pretty old.

It was like this weekend would never end, and I didn't want it to. It felt like I was just having the time of my entire damn life. But, it could go on. I thought, instead of going home Monday, I could just... you know, stay? We could just become fake housemates or something. That's how close I felt to her. I had forgotten all of my problems. Thankfully, I took my meds this morning and before I got on the roof.

"Do you want to buy bathing suits or something?" She asked, starting the car as she lit a cigarette that sat between her lips. I shrugged, but in my head, I knew the answer. I couldn't let her see... I couldn't let her see the scars.

"I don't know, it's pretty cold," I lied, hoping she'd buy it. She scoffed, blowing smoke out the window as she drove down the dark empty road. I stayed silent, and she let out a sad sigh.

"I won't judge your body. I mean, who do I look like to you?"

She got aggressive, like she was tired of me just wanting to feel comfortable. No. There are scars up and down my body, and you'll leave me. I will do no good being in your life. I shook my head, and she let out another scoff while blowing cigarette smoke out the window again.

"What is it, Harley?" She asked lightly, her voice was soft and she had calmed down. I shook my head, refusing to show her. She can never see. "Harley."

"Audrey!" I snapped, quickly realizing what I had just done. I had never really yelled at anyone before, especially someone that has been so nice to me. She was shocked, because my yell was so loud and sudden, that it even made me jump.

She pulled the car over, stepping on the breaks, and it was then I realized we were at the lake. I was prepared for her to scream at me, or even ditch me here, but instead she hopped out of the car and made her way over to my side. She opened the door, lifting me down. She did this so quickly, making me wonder what the hell she was doing.

She grabbed a hold of one of my arms, but gently. I was about to ask her what the fuck she was doing, but I interrupted myself by squealing and telling her to get off me. She grabbed my sleeve, lifting it up to my elbow as I struggled, but she was too strong. My arm was now exposed, and she let go when her eyes landed on the horrifying scars I had made only a few days ago.

I choked a sob, covering them up as Audrey stood there shocked. There was no point in lying. "They're everywhere. Are you happy now?!"

She took a step back, her mouth slightly gaped open as she stared at my now covered arm. "Harley..." her voice cracked, and I opened my eyes to see that there were tears flooding down her eyes. Her eyes were puffy and red already, and she blinked another few out of her eyes, sending them rolling down her cheeks. "Why?" She whispered, her voice so low that I didn't even know if I would consider it a whisper.