Why She Stayed (xxxtentacion)

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Truths.

They say that truths are never meant to stay hidden, no matter what the truth will always make it's way out for those under false pretenses to know.

Only I was never prepared for the truth, truth that would hurt me, that had hurt me.

It was like any other day when I was upstairs in my room. I was watching the window recalling the days a certain person would sneak up into my room.

There came a tap on my door and Scar walked inside, keeping his eyes on me.

It felt strange to me having another guy in my room. I stood up from my bed and walked over to where he was standing. "Hey." I mumble.

He smiles. "Hey love."

"I didn't think you'd show up today." I tell him.

"My plans changed, I brought Megan too I thought you'd want to go somewhere today?"

"Megan is here?" I cock my head to the side, I could hear my mother speaking to someone which I could only assume was Megan. "It's weird her and my mom got close all of a sudden."

He shrugs. "So what do you say?" He asks.

I nod, "Yeah, sure."

He catches my hand and nuzzles his face into my neck inhaling my scent. "You are the most beautiful." I blush when he pulls away.

I head over to the closet to grab a sweater, pulling the one I thought would be decent I turn around only to be pulled into Scar's arms again, he planted a kiss on my lips.

Shocked I stood against him as his hands wandered down my body, I had to pull back and whisper, "No"

He kissed me again, cupping either side of my face. I had to squeeze my eyes shut to be able to kiss him back but my heart felt uneasy.

I push him away gently. "I'm sorry." I whisper.

He stays quiet. "What is it?"

I brush strands of hair behind my ear. "I'm trying." I tell him. "I keep trying to feel the same way..."

"You still hung up on him?" His voice was full of anger.

I stay quiet. "I'm sorry. I just need some more time." I say.

Scar shakes his head in disbelief. "He has a son Flor, he's moved on! Why can't you? I'm here aren't I?"

I stare up at Scar in shock. "I-" there wasn't a response to that. I didn't have anything I could say to that.

"Scar, I care about you a lot, if you give me some more time than maybe."

"How about we leave, we leave somewhere far from here." He proposes. "Just you and me love, no one else." He's pulling me into his arms as my body goes slack against him considering his proposition.

My hands slowly raise themselves to hold him back when suddenly I graze his pocket. Scar tensed up, trying to separate himself from me instead but I was reaching into his pocket when whatever was inside fell to the floor.

My eyes searched for it. "That's mine" Scar says reaching down to get it. My eyes widen when I see the red beaded bracelet.

"How did you?" With shaky hands I reach for it in his hands, and he willingly gives it to me. "This was mine before-"

I lift my head to stare at Scar, wanting an explanation for how he could have possibly had this. But he offers no explanation, just watches me with a guilt stricken face.

"Don't ask." Scar says. "Just ignore it." He pleads.

I blink a few times trying to comprehend what was happening, how much of this would I be able to understand. "I love you." Scar murmurs pressing his forehead against mine. "Don't look at me like that."