Fun Love- LGBTQ Love Story *not completed*

Chapter 2 *trigger warning*

Lea's POV

"Mom! Me and Dylan are home!" I shout as I walk into the house. Dylan throws her bag by the door and so do I.

"You want something to drink?" I ask Dylan. She nods and sits and the counter. We haven't talk about her father in a while. And the fact that he wants her to move from Ohio to California is insane. "Here you go." I say handing her a glass of water.

She pulls me over so I am sitting on her lap. "Lea, we need to talk." Dylan said in a hard time. Ugh that's the sign that she is serious. "Ok, then let's talk." I get off her lap and sit in a chair.

"I am not moving with my father. But you know I rather live with him than my mother." She right. Her mother is a nut job. I mean 7 kids in a small house, all but 2 with the same father. Boyfriend is drunk half the time Yes . The other half he is getting in fighting while high off coke or meth. "I don't want you to move away from me. I never want to leave you but if it's better for you to be with your dad then you should go." I say. 

Dylan sits there stunned. She probably wasn't expecting for me to say that. "Ok, but wh- No, Dylan. How about this? Go live with your dad for a few days. You can text and call me whenever ok?" She nods. "Ok, don't worry about me. I have Sami, Izzy and Tyler. I am gonna be fine babe." I say hugging her.

She doesn't want me to leave but she has to. I can't keep letting her leave with her mom. 

"Lets go watch a movie in my room ok?" A smirk grows on her face and she picks me up. "Ahhh, Dylan!!!!" I scream.

I feel the cool soft bed sheets underneath me once I was out down. I grab the remote and get into bed. I didn't care that it was only 3:30 in the afternoon. Dylan climbed in after me and we cuddled. We started watching '10 Things I Hate About You' but instead we ended up making out half way through.

A few hours later my mom came into my room and said that it was tile for Dylan to go home. I sighed and walked down stairs. Dylan's grabbed her bag and swung it over her shoulder. I got on my tippy toes and kissed her goodbye. I closed the door and ran upstairs.

The sat on my bed for a few minutes deciding something. The end result of that was bad.

I walked into my bathroom, went into the medicine cabinet and took out something that I shouldn't have.

I was 7 months "sober" from cutting. But now I am no loner. 4 huge cuts cover my forearm to wrist.

Blood. Blood everywhere. Fuck. I messed up.

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Okie dokie hiya. So I like drama filled things. I mean hell my life is filled with shit and drama.
My best friend said that the last chapter was good, so her ya go. Idk if this is good or not. But fair warning this isn't the only time cutting or any self harm will be involed. Just a heads up. Any who buh-bye
-aj