When you have bad mental health, one little thing could ruin everything for you. Well, that's what happened to me today. I was in school and someone came up to me after class. I noticed that it was one of my boyfriend's friends. He told me that my boyfriend, Vic, wanted to brake up with me!
Vic didn't even have the decency to tell me in person! I thought I loved him.. I thought he loved me.. I thought I was doing something right for once. I screwed everything up. When the bell for dismissal rang I grabbed my stuff from my locker and went behind the school. I could barely see anything considering the tears in my eyes. I was so upset but even more mad.
I found myself punching the brick wall of the school. I punched it over and over and over again. I was so mad I couldn't take it. I punched the wall until my knuckles were bloody. Blood dripped from my hands as I slid down the wall and put my head between my knees. I was a crying, bloody mess.
I checked the time and saw that I had to get home quick or else my dad would start to get nervous. I headed home, dry tears still on my face and blood still on my knuckles. My phone buzzed and it was from Vic. (Italic, you. Bold, Vic)
I'm sorry I had to do that..
You're a fucking asshole who didn't even have the balls to brake up with me face to face
Listen I'm sorry, I just found someone else
Who?!
Jessica...
Well you can stay out of my life now, for the six months we've been together, I thought we had something special but I was wrong. So stay away from me, dickhead
I shut my phone off as I walked through the front door. I ran to my room and took a shower since I didn't want my uncles or dad to see me like the mess I was. I let the warm water run down my body as I silently cried. Although I was mad at Vic and never wanted to see him again.. I was still gonna miss those times where I felt loved and safe from myself. With Vic gone, I don't think I'll do so good.
I got dressed in some sweats and a tank top and looked at myself in the mirror. Well maybe he dumped you cause you look like an ugly fuck 24/7. Those voices get to me sometimes..
I went downstairs and saw Ray sitting on the couch. "Hey why didn't you say hi when you came in?" He asked me. "Oh, I had gym.. and I smelled like sweat." I replied, laughing it off. He smiled and pointed to the kitchen, "Dad is in the kitchen, sweets." I smiled and nodded.
I went into the kitchen to see my dad and then it hit me. I forgot to cover my knuckles!! I looked around and thankfully found Frank's sweater hanging on one of the kitchen chairs. "Hey Y/n, how was school?" I put the sweater over my head and gave him a look. "Dad, school is school. The best it could get is maybe an 'eh', ya know." He smiled and nodded while walking up to give me a hug. I missed the feeling of hugs.
I sat at the kitchen table for the next hour talking to my dad while he cooked everyone dinner. Once dinner was ready, everyone sat down and stared eating.
"Is that my sweater?" Frank leaned closer to me and asked. I held in a laugh and looked down. "Maybe." He shook his head and chuckled. I put my hands down on each side of my plate, not thinking about my damn bruised and red knuckles. "Y/n, what happened to your knuckles? They look hurt." My dad said with a voice full of concern. "Oh it's.. nothing." I shoved my hands into the sweater pocket and kept my head down.
"Y/n, I know those marks from anywhere, why were you punching walls?" Frank said. "Cause something happened at school and I couldn't control myself." I looked back at him with a tired, unamused face. "Are you getting bullied?" Mikey asked. "What?! No! It's just.. Vic kind of.. broke up with me but had his friend tell me instead. That pissed me off and I.. that's where this came from." I said, lifting my fists up to show the bruises once more.
"That dick, I'm gonna-"
"No you won't, Frank. It's fine, really. I'm ok." I cut him off cause I already knew what he was going to say. "It's not ok, Y/n. No one should cause you so much pain that you have to punch a wall!" Ray argued. I rolled my eyes and put my head back.
"If I say I'm fine and it's ok, I mean it. It doesn't matter cause it's done and over with and Vic is out of my life, so he can have fun getting a sloppy blowjob from Jessica the Slut." I didn't realize what I had said until Frank stared clapping but my dad swatted his shoulder. "Y/n! Don't use that kind of language!"
"Sorry, I'm just pissed." I got up and went to the trash can. My stomach felt nauseous for some reason. I stared into the trash can until all my dinner came up. My dad rushed over to rub my back and I continued throwing up my guts. Once I finished I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
"You alright now?" My dad asked leaning on the door frame of the bathroom. I shook my head and hugged him. It hurt so bad, the fact that Vic was now gone and off with someone else. I could've sworn that our relationship was going good but I guess I was so so so wrong.
I came out of the bathroom to see Ray, Mikey and Frank all sitting on the couch, lights off, two tubs of ice cream and Netflix on the tv. The couch was full of blankets and pillows. "We know how hard a break up can be, so we wanted to make you feel better." Mikey said with a sympathetic smile. I ran up to them and snuggled right into the middle of Ray and Mikey while my dad sat next to Frank.
As the night went on, we continued to watch F•R•I•E•N•D•S and eat ice cream. "Guys, I can't thank you enough." I said quietly. Ray hugged me even tighter and the rest of them said they loved me. "We just want you to be happy, sweets!" Ray said. I closed my eyes and fell asleep in Ray's warm embrace.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed. Also, NO HATE TO VIC FUENTES!! HE IS AN AMAZING GUY!! I just needed a quick boyfriend guy and he popped into my head.
Stay safe, killjoys!
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