Scars {Completed}

Chapter Twenty

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Kenzie's POV

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"No, officer. For the last time, I do not cut myself!" I lie.

The officers who had come to my apartment, had said that an anonymous source told them I was a crazy anorexic freak self harmer... Okay. Not those exact words, but same meaning!

They had brought me to the police station, trying to get me to sign a sheet that gave them permission to get me admitted to a hospital.

Not happening.

As soon as they had brought up the 'Hospital' topic, I asked to call Mark, in hope he would save me.

"Ms. McHill, it's for your own safety. Please." The officer behind the desk pleaded.

I simply sink back into the seat they had offered me, and stay quiet.

"Ken!" I hear Mark call from the entrance.

I get up, and run towards him, giving him a huge hug, "Mark! Please.. Don't let them take me to the hospital.." I beg, looking at him from eye-to-eye.

I had already given him the 411 about the situation, hoping he would be able to convince the police I was 'normal'.

"Don't worry," He says, tucking a loose hair behind my ear, "They're not going to take you anywhere." He kisses me on the forehead, and walks towards the officer awaiting an explanation.

I walk over towards the back of the room, and take a seat in an old worn-out chair.

Hospitals. You're favorite place to be. The voice in my head laughs.

When I was about seven, I had a major dehydration stage, and got admitted into a hospital for a month.

Worst. Experience. Ever.

Minutes pass, and I finally see Mark walking over to me.

I walk over to him, "What'd they say? What happened?" I ask, my hands slightly shaking from fear.

"They said as long as you don't hurt yourself at all, and eat normal, you don't ever need to go to a hospital." He smiles.

"Thank you so much." I say, kissing his cheek softly.

"I think a 'thank you' deserves a little more than that." He laughs.

I tip toe and kiss him, making him pull me closer by waist, "That's much better," I feel him smile in between us.

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Roquelle's POV

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"Did you fucking hear what he said? She's free to go!" Matt complained as we stood at the back of the police station, eavesdropping on Mark and Kenzie.

"I'm not a deaf, Dumbass." I reply, getting frustrated.

You can't even send this chick to a hospital without Mark jumping in to save her.

"Well, what are we going to do?" He asks.

"I have an idea. Don't worry. It'll work." I reply, smiling as an idea passes through my mind.

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Kenzie's POV

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Days pass. Mark and I get closer. Just the usual stuff.

Mark and the band decided to meet up, for an 'important confedential subject'. I personally think it was because they finally came up with a name for the band. Well, I hope that's why.