Some scars don't heal || m.c

0.6

*TRIGGER WARNING!!! DON'T READ THIS CHAPTER IF BLOOD OR SELF-HARM ARE SENSITIVE SUBJECTS FOR YOU.*

Song of the Chapter- If you can't hang by Sleeping with Sirens

*TAYLOR'S POV*

After the message that made me leave my blades, I choose not to reply to Michael, for fear of annoyance. He'd been so kind and I didn't want to become a burden on him. So instead I went about my daily life as usual, but always with this extra spring that thoughts of Michael's messages brought. A silent thank you to him also brought about my first 3 days clean in a while. But obviously, fate wasn't going to let that continue.

Loud pounding coming up the stairs to my room snapped me out of my picture scrolling on my laptop. I was looking through a mixture of pictures of 5SOS and my boyfriend, Conner, and I. My door was thrust open and my dad marched through, red in the face and very obviously drunk. This never ends well, he's an angry drunk to say the least and I'm usually used to take his anger out on.

Gulping, I close my laptop and stand up from the floor. Mumbling under his breath unintelliagbly, he stumbles towards me. He's drunk alright, incrediably drunk. A feeling rises up in the pit of my stomach; fear, pure and simple.

An arm lashes out at me and slams me into the dresser whilst aiming kicks at me. Punches are thrown, bottles smashed, pain inflicted and my cried fill the air as the cycle continues into the night until my mind finally brings the sweet relief of unconciouness...

•••••••••

Waking up the next morning was the worst; everything ached and throbbed. The bruises that had only just begun to heal had already reformed along with new ones and numerous scratches on my face and neck. Groaning, I got up to walk over to my makeup box to attempt to do the cover up. The sad thing is that makeup had become no longer a thing of prettiness but rather a tool to cover abuse.

After concealing most of the visable edvidance of my dad's drinking, I put on mascara and sit down on my bed with my phone. I need to call Conner. He's the only person I really feel like I can trust alot of the time, maybe because I've know him for years, and we've always been close, even before we started dating last year. He was my best friend, as well as my boyfriend, but there were some secrets that even he didn't know. Or at least, didn't used to...

"Hello?" The phone picks up at the other end and Conner's voice fills the speaker, soothing me.

"Hey Con, it's me." I say, smiling already.

"Taylor? Oh. Right. Umm..." He stammers and my heart instantly begins to race; this is what happened last time it all went wrong.

*FLASHBACK*

"Hey Conner!" I say into the phone, still glowing with the newness of our relationship. Conner and I had been dating for 2 months now and it was great, everything was going well and I thought I might be developing some greater feelings for him, perhaps into the love zone, not that I wanted to ginx it by telling him that.

"Taylor.... Hi.... Ummm can we talk??" He stuttered, making me nervous.

"Well that's why I'm phoning you, haha" I laughed nervously, attempting a joke, but failing to relieve the tension.

He laughed anyway, "Er yeah I guess so. Well you see, you know that party last week that you couldn't come to?"

I couldn't come because of yet another of my dad's drunk episodes, not that I'd told him that.

"Yeah, what about it? Tell me please Conner, you're making me nervous." The butterflies were really beginning to grow now.

"Well, I got really drunk, Tristan wouldn't stop partically forcing me to drink, and his sister was there, you know the one in lower sixth form?" He asked, sounding very upset and nervous.