The bad boy and I (on hold)

Dinner & Threats

June's P.O.V.

"Shit!" I whispered realizing that if my dad heard I'd for sure get the beating of my life. I moved aside and welcomed Dylan into my house along with his mother who must've been the one who gave this greek god most of his looks. I felt underdressed as I looked at the 2 of them. I shut the door lightly and led them into the dining room too a full cooked meal. I sat next to Dylan just as my dad came into the dining room giving me a warning look. My dad and Dylan's mom fell into a conversation about work as Dylan and I awkwardly sat in silence. He broke our awkward silence not even a minute later. "so..this is a great dish." I glanced up at him away from my plate of food and mumbled a quick but silent "Thanks". He gave me a serious look and leaned in to me, making me shiver as he whispered a threat to me. "If you tell anyone about any of this, I will see to it myself that your life become hell. And I mean Anything. The singing, dancing, this dinner. None of it ever happened." I looked into his eyes fearfully then back at my father who was too deep into a work related conversation to see the familiar scared look on my face. My demons broke through any of my sudden thoughts. You're so fucking stupid. Nobody likes you. You're a waste of space and a waste of a life. God, You're so fucking pathetic. No one will ever accept you as a person. It's you're fault their dead. If only you wouldn't have been such a scared baby none of this would've happened. Their dead because of you. As if you really had a chance with Dylan. He would never go for a killer like you. 

My eyes started to tear up and I wiped it away as if it never came. I rose from the table and politely excused myself from the dinner table. I walked into the kitchen and used the island to hold me up. It is my fault. It's all my fault. It's my fault their both dead. It's my own fault that my dad hates me. It's my fault. Everything is just my fault. If only I was never born they would be living like a happy family. I  took out the warm apple spice crumble that I had quickly whipped up after my dad arrived and held 2 in my hands setting them down for my father and Lillian (Dylan's mom) and then went back into the kitchen and grabbed the other 2 setting it down at my placemat and Dylan's. I took everyone's dinner plates and took the into the kitchen, quickly placing them in the sink and turned on the water and put a dollop of soap into the sink letting the bubble go halfway before going back into the dining room to eat the desert I made. My tastebuds were welcomed with the most amazing taste ever. I looked around to see everyone enjoying themselves as my dad had started a conversation with Dylan about some topic. All eyes were casted upon me as Jillian asked me a question. Too enveloped with my desert I hadn't noticed and was brought aware that something had happened since my dad was glaring his eyes at me after getting my attention by clearing his throat. I looked down and mumbled a "Sorry, I didn't realize someone was talking to me" realizing I should've been paying better attention. Jillian repeated the question, giving her my full attention this time. "Did you cook all of this, Hun?" she gave me a contagious smile and I couldn't help smiling. "Yes. Do you like it?" She nodded eagerly "Oh my god..it was fabulous. Where did you learn to cook like this?" That question brought me to the brink of tears. "My sister. She was a wonderful cook and aspired to become a world renown chef one day". Jillian must have not noticed the tears about to pour out the sockets of my eyes. "was?" I politely excused myself and ran up the stairs towards my room and locked the door behind me. The second the lock clicked I slid down and started to cry. I was careful not to let loud sobs escape my mouth. If I did I knew I would get into more trouble than I wished to get in after today. I crawled towards my bathroom and opened a cabinet at the bottom of my sink and pulled out a photo of My mom (Kate), Dad (Ben) and my older sister (May). A smile plastered on all of their faces. They looked so happy. Too bad you came along. You ruined their lives literally. You killed both of them. You're a sick monster that kills everyone people loves. How can you live with yourself knowing that. My deadly thoughts mixed with my emotional and physical state brought me to do something I promised myself I would never do unless it got real bad. I pulled a razor out from behind where the picture was and started slitting my wrists deeply. All the pain numbing as I continued to slit the fresh cuts. Footsteps could be heard from the hallway, a lot more than 1 person was walking towards my room and a faint knock was heard before I blacked out.