Home (Rockliff) #2 of broken series.

Chapter Eighteen

"I'm gonna let you guys work this out, and please do. Get it over with because I know both of you want to," Riker slammed the door shut.

I let out a heavy, loud breath and rolled my head towards Ratliff. He had his face in his knees and looked liked he'd been dragged through hell. This is the first time I've really looked at him today, his shirt was tattered and his shoes were muddy. I could see his face had dirt on it and his hair was in a few small knots.

"Take off your jacket." I instructed. He didn't move. "Ratliff... just take it off," I sighed. But to my surprise, he did it. "Now take off your shirt." He slung his shirt off and threw it harshly at the floor. "Now roll your pants up."

"I'm not going that far," He protested.

"Trust me." I whispered. He slowly rolled up his pants, and almost all of his scars were visible. "Now why did you do that? Why'd you listen to me?"

"Because... because you told me too," He sighed and stared at his wounded legs.

"But you didn't want to at first, but then I told you to trust me. Then you did it. So, do you trust me?" He looked dumbfounded. Amazed that I was actually that smart.

He didn't look up from his scars. "I guess. . ." I looked where he was. All of his scars.

I lifted my gaze a few inches to his chest, where his ribs were visible. But all the things he thought he was were engraved into him. One was more recent and caught my eye, liar. He must have done that before we'd argued. But it really meant a lot. A lot.

I walked down over and sat down next to him. He immediately stood up and and sat on the couch. I sighed. Why is he being so stubborn? He was always a go with the flow kind of guy, and I really don't know how to deal with stubbornness. Maybe it's because he was looking at my eyes. That seemed to always be his weakness.

But he refuses to do that. So what am I gonna do?

Subconsciously I had gotten up. My mind was on the beautiful stubborn boy and how I wish he wasn't so stubborn.

But my body stood upright and walked over to him and sat on the floor, staring at his ribs. I traced my finger over the words, where I noticed on the upper right side of his body. It was his left though.

He'd carved my name over his heart.

You have no idea how moved I was when I came down to earth.

My name was carved over his heart. It was special, and I just wanted to reminisce in the moment forever.

But if course, the universe hates me. So I didn't get to.

"Stop." He ordered.

I backed away slowly, and tore off sprinting to the kitchen. I ripped off my shirt and grabbed a kitchen knife, and guess what I did next?

I cut over my heart.

Now Ellington is a long name and it hurt like hell, this my scars for a fist time cutter? But I was willing to do it for him, because of all the cuts he went through for me.

It took about ten minutes, but he never came to check on me. I could've killed myself and he wouldn't care. But I knew he did... he just didn't want to care. It's like I'm his kryptonite.

I sighed and watched as small droplets of blood broke the skin barrier, but not dripping down my chest. Only one fell. It dripped down the my stomach but I stopped it from falling all the way. I stared at it on my finger.

I slipped my shirt back on and walked back over to Ratliff. I sat a good ten feet away from him and stared. "Can you stop looking at me like that, you're making me uncomfortable."

I sighed and began my monologue. "That's just it, I can't. I can't stop looking at you because I love you."

"Rocky don't."

I ignored him and continued. "I could run outside and yell and make fun of you for loving me, and expose you on Twitter, but I didn't. I don't because I love you."

He shut his mouth and looked at all his scars. "If you told anyone about me, eight would become nine. Thousand."

I sighed. "And none would become six if you did that." I was referring to drinks, and thankfully he got it and I didn't have to further explain.

"You see, I think that you think that there's someone better for me. But if there was and we both knew and believed that, why am I still here?" I started to face back in forth, at a slight angle so I would eventually reach Ratliff. "Oh that's right, because there isn't. You're the one I want, the one I need desperately besides me."

"No you don-"

"Yes I do. I need you more then oxygen. You're the one that I need. Otherwise I break apart, and don't try to tell me you don't too."

I stared to take off my shirt. He looked away, not that he was looking in the first place. "Rocky don't. . ."

"No. I have to show you something." I finished my walk to him and dropped my shirt, revealing the fresh would. My nine scars we visible. "Now I know it's not eight thousand, but I didn't do that out if pity. I've never done that before and it was hard, and hurt, but I did it because I love you."

He stole a quick glace at me. "Stop."

"No. I can't, because I know you'll just walk out of my life again." I got down on my knees and started begging. "You wanna to what's best for me? Fine. Stay. Please, I need you." The last part came out as barely a whisper.

He slowly turned his head and looked into my eyes. Not deeply, barely touching the surface. I became lost and entranced in his. My entire life was riding on this moment. "Well I guess your life's gonna suck then," He actually stood up and began to leave.

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WHALE I DIDN'T READ ANYTHING THAT I WROTE EXCEPT THE LAST PARAGRAPH BUT I'M SORRY IF THIS HURT YOUR FEELERS.

so I guess this is kinda like a double update night? I just updated I Grew Up about four minutes ago so yeah.

So I realized that I'm really good at writing depressing things, so dm me if you want one I guess? Yeah okay I'll see if that actually happens.

Should I make an instagram where I do stuff? Or like a Twitter to tell you guys in the morning what and when I'm planning to update?

- xoxo Robin