"She's so cute when she's asleep." Pete smiled
"Isn't she?" Patrick agreed
"Fuck you." I rolled over and put my head under the pillow
"Awww!" Pete gawked
I sat up "I will destroy both of you." I yawned
"You're too cute!" Patrick booped my nose
I growled and snapped at his finger
"Hey! No hurting the fingers, I'm a guitar player, I need them."
"Whatever." I stretched
"Good morning!" Pete laughed
I just stared at him
"Aww." He smiled
"I have to get dressed." I stood up
"Not before you give us hugs." Pete opened his arms
I laughed and rolled my eyes "good morning." I hugged him then Patrick, holding Patrick for a second longer
"Good morning." Patrick smiled
"Now, can I get dressed?"
"Yes." Pete smiled and I opened my suitcase
"Do y'all mind me changing here, or are you shy?" I laughed
"Um, I gotta change, too. I'll be in my room." Patrick walked out and shut the door
"Guess he's shy." I laughed
"So you ready for a day of fun?" Pete asked as I started to change
"I guess." I shrugged
"What's that?" Pete pointed to my arm
"what's what?" I asked hiding my arm
"What you're hiding."
"What am I hiding?" I laughed nervously
"That's what I want to know."
"I'm not hiding anything."
"Then let me see your arm."
I shook my head "I can't."
"Roqy.." He put his hand out "please let me see."
I nodded and showed him my arm
"These don't look too new.." He looked at the five cuts on my arm, along with scars on my wrist
"23 days.." I sighed
"Wow. That's really good. But these must've been deep."
"They are. It's the longest I've been clean in a while."
"How bad did they bleed?"
"I passed out. Charlie found me, so I'm still alive. Unfortunately." I sighed and put black ripped skinny jeans on
"Very fortunately." He looked at me with a sad look "I can see your ribs.."
I looked down and shrugged "yeah. I've never really had a problem loosing weight. It's pretty easy."
"Then why are you starving yourself?"
"I just don't really like food." I put an Aerosmith shirt on
"Well then I'm taking you to the best pizza place in town." He smiled and hugged me "I want to see these healed, with no fresh ones anywhere, okay?"
"Okay." I nodded and held him tightly
"Alright, let's get you a little breakfast. At least something. Please."
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Hopeless
FanfictionStreet singer Roquel Williams is used to earning about $20 a day, on a good day. Every week she jumps to a new hotel. Running from her past, her addictions stay with her wherever she goes. One day, when confronted with her past, two kind strangers o...
