* V I O L E T *
He wrenched?
Like wrenched in pain?
What the fuck?
I look up at him, his eyes are big just as if I just found out his biggest secret.
Which I'm pretty sure I just did.
I take his hand and pull up his sleeve, revealing 3 fresh cuts.
Oh damn boy.
"Okay what could possible make you do this?" I ask.
"Nah - uh we are not gonna talk about me, bye"
I pull him back and sit him on bed, I sit on my chair in front of him.
"Tell!"
"Okay, but then you won't tell anyone"
"If you don't tell my story and I won't tell yours"
He nod.
"Well you know how me and Martius is famous and how hate follows with that. Like I am getting used to it, but there is still some of it that hits me a little too hard. But then there is the other part where I'm starting to get pissed of by Matthew, but I can't tell him and then I get mad at myself and then I just cut to get everything out" he say not moving his eyes away from mine once.
He look down at the cuts and start to cry.
I start to cry too.
I walk to the bed and wrap my arms around him. He wrap his around me and we fall back into the bed.
I feel safe.
What the fuck V?
Control yourself!
You are laying bed, cuddled up to the boy you love, but also the boy who bullies you.
Violet get your shit together.
YOU ARE READING
Twisted Truth - Marcus G.
Fanfiction'Maybe they're right' 'I hate myself' 'I'm fat' 'Maybe I should just die and disappear from this world' That is just a few of the thoughts that hits Violets head everyday. Those and then this special boy. Her bully. Marcus Gunnarsen. --- Sorry for s...
