Naya POV
"I still don't understand" I say staring at her wrists. She knows I'm talking about the scars. Why does she do it? She told me she stopped.
"Maybe if you were me, you would." She mumbles. I guess it was for her to only hear, but I heard. Before I could just drop it. My mouth moves faster than my mind.
"What do you mean?" I ask. She looks up, giving that 'Oh Shit!' Look. I focus on her expression still not changing. "Dem? I asked you a question... Please?" I say getting concerned
"It's nothing. Can we just drop it, and go out already!" She pulls away from my gaze and heads for the door.
"Do you not trust me?" I ask. I can feel the tears starting come up, but I push them back. Only allowing the glossy shine to show.
"I do trust you."
"Then please, explain to me, why you started this again? Please?" I beg. She looks at me with fear. Like if she tells me, she might die. "Please?" I plead once more. She huffs, walking over to the bed. She plops down, patting the spot next to her for me to sit too. "Okay." She takes a deep breath. "It started... W-with the dream. The one about th-the baby." Her voice started to get shaky. I can tell by her expression she is way to scared to tell me. I feel like I'm pressuring her again. Why does it have to feel like this? I don't want her to do something that she doesn't want to do. This is going to be a long nigh for us.
Hey beautifully gorgeous readers!!! I kinda am running out of ideas. Please leave a comment for any suggestions. I will also allow u to even try to write a part. I'm still kinda freaking out about the 2K reads!! That's more than my other stories. I'm still in a HOLY SHIT!! Moment, but I'm gonna go to finish the next part. Love you Beautifuls. Bye :-*
~Essence
