Bad Habits | E.D

I'm A Sucker For A Wild Boy

ETHANS P.O.V—

"My Dad left when I was very young, he left because of my mom. My moms an alcoholic and she ended up cheating on him, countless amount of arguments and the cops always been called my Dad couldn't take it anymore so he decided to leave and never come back." I started explaining the story and Yasmine and I sat in the same place behind the tree, where we would always go.

"My mom started dating this guy Andrew, after everything we went through Gray and I thought that it would all get better if we had someone there for us but it turned out Andrew was worse than our mom. He'd come into our rooms during the night and beat us until he hospital had to be called." Tears were rolling down my face and I quickly wiped her before Yasmine would notice but she did.

"Why didn't your mom ever say anything to him? Was she scared?" She asked me and I sighed.
"She was scared but at the same time, she didn't care if Grayson and I got hurt. My mom only cared about doing what Andrew said."

I watched Yasmine sit there, trying to process it all. I wouldn't blame her because not even my own friends know about any of this.

"I don't get this Ethan, what has any of this got to do with me seeing you that day?"
"There's limits Yasmine, let's leave it there now." I got up from the floor and dusted off the leaves of my jeans.

"You're supposed to be honest with me-"
"I said I was going to tell you why we couldn't do the project at my house, not why you saw me here that morning!" I snapped at her.

She rolled her eyes "Fine whatever."
I was leaning my back on the tree and Yasmine was playing with the leaves on the floor.

One of her sleeves went up and I saw cuts and scars all over her arm.

"How did you get those cuts?" I asked her and gave her a worried look.
She looked at her arm and quickly put the sleeve down.

"You're right, there are limits so let's leave it there." She mocked what I said and got up from the floor.

Yasmine was about to leave until I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to me.
"You cut yourself?" I asked her.
"I don't want to talk about it Ethan, you don't want to tell me anything so I don't have to tell you!" She snapped at me and loosened from my grip.

Yasmine stormed off before I could say anything else.
And I thought my life was bad. Instead of her knowing about me, I can help her so she doesn't know about my life.

I decided that I don't want anyone to help me with my life or know about that I smoke and do drugs so I can help Yasmine.
She can be my distraction.

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YASMINES P.O.V—

I started running home and looked behind me to check if Ethan was following me, I wouldn't be surprised if he was. Ethan knows that I self harm, he won't ever forget it.

I ran into my house and locked the door. My Dad was passed out on the couch and the TV was still on.
I might as well finish the project myself because there's no way I'm doing it with Ethan.

Making sure I don't wake up my Dad, I turned the TV off and ran upstairs into my room. My backpack was on my bed and I got the assignment out.

As I was finishing the assignment, I heard a knock on my window.
At first I was scared and then I saw a shadowy black figure.
Oh shit please tell me this isn't another one of my Dads drug addict friends asking for money again.

Quietly I picked up my pocket knife that was covered in blood and held it in my hand, pointing it out. Slowly I tip toed to the window and as I opened it, I pointed the knife at whoever it was. There was a loud scream, making me scream as well.