The kid practically hated me.

her past.

"Dylan?" my voice was slightly louder than a whisper since it was 12 am and everybody was asleep. "listening." he smiled down at me before kissing the top of my head. Why must he make this so hard? Here it goes, "I need to tell you something, it's not easy to say but you need to know." he needs to know everything, he deserves to know. "about a year ago my ex-boyfriend broke up with me. It wasn't an ordinary break up, I was heart-broken. He was cheating on me and 'didn't want me to get hurt' but I did and not just emotionally hurt..." I stuttered a little but manager to get it out. He looks confused almost lost. "what do you mean?" I was right, he doesn't understand.. "Dylan, what I'm trying to say is that because of him I hurt.. myself. I ended up cutting my wrist up and Austin found me at the right time. I was scared, hopeless." tears were streaming down my face, Dylan wiped them away and comforted me. "it's okay, breathe jas. listen to me, I care about you too much to let that happen to you again. Everything's going to be fine.. Do you have any scarring?" he asked looking sincere. I rolled my sleeve up and showed him my wrist. Scars run across in different angles. "here.." I whispered as he took my arm in his hand and slowly kissed each scar. "whoever caused this is not worth anything especially not your time." his eyes looked deep in to mine and that's when I realized he was right. I didn't have I think twice before deciding I wasn't going to meet up with Mark, ever. "I'm so glad I have you." i mumbled before kissing him, "I'm glad I have you too." he replied kissing back.