Abused and used// Daniel Seavey ; COMPLETED

thirty-one

~june 20th, 2018~
~daniel~

today would be the day that i'd propose to her. why? why did this have to happen?

i'm sat here laying in bed. i didn't get any sleep last night. i was sat here crying in bed all night. i lost the love of my life.

i don't feel like eating or getting out of bed. i was going to marry her one day, but instead, i lost her, forever.

~beatrice~

i don't know if i can do this anymore. i knew he was just like other guys. they used me. he used me. everyone uses me. it's like i'm a toy. they play with me like a doll.

i took my razor to my wrist and started to slit my wrist. someone grabbed my hand to stop me. they took the razor from my hand. i sat there hiding my face crying.

"what's wrong?" i heard a familiar male voice say.

i just shook my head.

"you don't need to do this to yourself." he said as he sat beside me.

"yes, i do." i said.

"beatrice, he was going to propose to you today." he said.

i looked up and saw that it was jack.

"then why did he cheat?" i asked

"he wasn't. he was planning it with us."

"why was he ignoring me?"

"he was trying to make you mad so you would leave. just because he wanted to plan with us."

"really?" i asked very curious.

"yes. now can you please come back home?"

"he hates me."

"no he doesn't."

"how do you know?"

"he misses you, a lot."
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i decided to go back with jack. once we got there, i couldn't force myself out of his car. i wanted to, but i couldn't.

i was scared. what if he hates me? i made a mistake. a big one.
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breathe beatrice, breathe, i tell myself.

i got out of the car and walked in behind jack.

"jack." i whispered

he looks at me with a questioning face.

"i can't do this."

"you're a coward beatrice!" my mind yelled at me.

"never mind" i told him.

i walked up to daniel's room and took a deep breathe before knocking on his door.

"go away!" he yelled.

i could hear his cry's full of sadness. i did this to him.

"yes, i'll marry you, mr. seavey." i said as it slipped out accidentally.

"shit" i said as i ran downstairs.

i was thinking about what i would've said if he actually proposed and it slipped. fuck.

why would he even marry a slut like me anyways?