The Help || l.h

Chapter 5

Rosie's P.O.V.

"He's not just some random shit ass dick. He's my boyfriend." I emphasized.

"Well, that's an even shittier reason!" he exclaimed at me. "I bet that dick broke up with you and all you're doing is hurting yourself even more. You think that's going to help, but it won't. Who the fuck just-"

"Shut up, you fucking dick." I cut him off there. "You will never understand what he did to me." That fucking dick jumping to conclusions. I have to admit , he gets on quite fast, but fuck is he retarded. I thought he was supposed to be my my motherfucking therapist who calms me down and reassures me that everything is going to be fine like all the others did (which clearly worked for a few hours but eventually it did not help me at all)? "Luke, Spencer, he..." I stuttered. "He died."

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Luke's P.O.V.

Well now isn't she stupid? She cuts for a fucking insensible reason and that is because her boyfriend broke up with her. What the actual fuck? "You think that's going to help? It won't help stupid! Who the fuck just-"

"Shut up you fucking dick. You don't understand. He's dead." she stutters. "Spencer died. I was too late." she bit back her tears, but it just slipped out and she started to cry, so at that moment, I went over to wrap my arms around her. What the fuck was I thinking just then? Why did I say that? Who knew that she's undergone such pain and holy shit why is my vocabulary that fucked up?

"He must have meant so much to you, huh, princess?" I whispered into her strawberry-smelling hair. By the sound of her sniffles, I knew that she meant is as a yes. "Don't worry. It will be fine."

"It won't, Luke! Nothing will ever be fine." she stood up facing me releasing herself from my grasp. She's so pathetic. I would understand if the guy just died a few weeks ago, unless he actually did die a few weeks ago.

"Oh, Lord," I sighed. "Rosie, you need to calm down for just a few hours. I swear you are so pathetic, and I don't mind if you're gonna walk out the room just because of my comment when it's all true, unless, of course, your boyfriend died a few days ago." She didn't respond, so I assumed the guy did die a few days ago. I can't judge her then, now can I? "I'm sorry."

"No, he died two years ago." she whispered. I just completely lost hope for fucking humanity at that point. Jesus, can't she just let it go? It's been two years for fucks sake, it's just so fucked.

"Oh my god, Rosie, you're pathetic." I said with a monotonic voice. She just ignored that thought, though, and kept sobbing into my chest, her tears making my shirt wet. "Why can't you just get over it, oh my god?"

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"Did you get anything?" Miss Maya asked me.

"Well, her boyfriend died two years ago and she can't get over it so she self harms and I think it's really pathetic and i will get her nowhere." I explained.

"Did she explain why or anything?" she asked as she typed some random shit on her computer, the keyboard making such annoying noises as she types in random shit fast.

"No, just that stupid, pathetic shit."

I glance around her office because I was highly bored. I could've been eating the lasagne from the cafeteria by now, but I was suddenly held up in a weird interview about Rosie in Miss Maya's extremely dull colored office filled with stuff either three year olds or thirty year olds would find useful. So much for a counselling office. Anyways, why interview me instead of the girl?

"Luke, you need to do better than that, if you can. Please, just try." she pleads.

"The fuck? Miss Maya, I'm just a fucking teenage boy who tries to help people but I am not a fucking trained -"