I Love the Girls Who Hate To Love (girlxgirl) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 10

I’m standing there, speechless.

I only saw it for a split second before they jumped apart. My girlfriend. In Cade’s lap, her legs around his waist. Both their tongues practically down the other’s freakin’ throat. Pulling each other’s clothes off. She looks at me. Pouts her bottom lip the way she knows I like.

Pulling her tee shirt back on, she saunters over and wraps her arms around me.

She whispers in my ear, “Baby, it’s all his fault I swear. I didn’t want to, It was all him.”

She steps back but I pull her back to me. And I hiss, “You bitch. You cheating bitch. If it was all him, why we’re you on top??”

I kiss her on the lips and slap her hard across the face.

I look at Tristian. He has this I’m-so-pissed-yet-so-turned-on-by-this expression. I’m tempted to slap the shit out of all three of them. But instead, I turn on the spot and run, run down the hall, run out the door, run home. I burst through the front door, and my mum is screaming at me.

“CAMERON?? WHAT WERE YOU DOING OUTSIDE??”

I ignore her. I dash up the stairs to the bathroom and lock the door. I rip through the entire bathroom. It’s not here. I check the under the cracked tile. There it is. My trusty razor blade.

I curl up in the bathtub and just cuddle with the blade. It’s my new best friend.

I hear knocking at the front door.

“Hi, Misses Grimm. I’m sorry to come over so early but I’m extremely worried about Cam… Is she here?” It’s Tristian.

“Hello, um…”

“Tristian, ma’am.”

“Tristian. Why do you think there’s something wrong with my daughter?”

“I received some concerning texts from her…”

“I’m sorry but she’s grounded. She shouldn’t be sending anyone any texts, or even have her phone…”

I drown out my mothers voice.

Turning the blade over in my hand, contemplating what I’m about to do.

I ball my left hand into a fist.

I drag the blade down my arm, lightly at first.

Then I go back over, pressing harder this time.

And the third time, I press so hard blood comes gushing out of my arm.

Blood runs into my fist. I let it pool in my palm. I tilt my head back and let the blood drip into my mouth.

The metallic taste causes me to smile

I shimmy out of my jeans and start cutting my thighs too. And deep as I can.

Blood is stating to pool in the bottom of the bathtub, little puddles.

I move the blade to my wrist.

I’m ready to do it.

To drag this blade across.

Split open my veins.

End it all.