The lost girl (Lewis x reader)

The Past Can Be Painful

(I'd play this on repeat while you read her story if I were you. It really sets the mood!

WARNING THIS CHAPTER HAS SELF HARM AND ABUSE!!!!

(reader's POV)

I gave him a hug smiling up at him, he only sighed before asking a question I never liked to hear... "So what's your past?" he asked looking at me as he sat on the stairs. I felt my face turn red before looking away. "That's something I don't like to talk about but... You did tell me your past so it seems fair I  tell you my past..." I said before turning back toward Lewis.

~FLASHBACK~

It was just a regular morning in 10th grade when things started going downhill. I was waiting for the bus when my boyfriend pulled up in his dad's convertible. He was.. with another girl... my best friend Britanie. I didn't think anything of it until he leaned over and kissed her as he did to me. I felt my heart break... tears started streaming down my face. I ran home not bothering to go to school if he was going to be there... I ran to my room crying and locked myself in... I grabbed my razor I kept hidden in my dresser that my family didn't know about. I sat on the floor crying, "he said he loved me... he said he'd never cheat on me..." I said to myself rolling up my sleeve. My arm was covered in scars from before I met him. He saved me from that pain. I took the blade and placed it on my wrist, blood slowly leaking from it. I bit my lip and pushed it deep and slid it across my wrist. Blood poured my wrist as tears poured from my eyes and hit the cuts making me whimper in pain. Suddenly there was a pounding on the door. I immediately knew who it was... it was my drunk abusive father... "(Y/N) GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE BITCH!" He yelled hitting the door. "One sec please," I said softly hiding the blade and covering my cut and walked over to the door. As I reached for the knob he kicked it open, knocking me back and I hit my head on my bed frame. It knocked me out and when I woke I was covered in blood, alcohol, glass, and cuts...and I... I couldn't move... when I looked down my left leg was broken to the point where the bone was showing. I screamed in pain and grabbed my phone. I quickly called the only people that could help. My friends Tim and Brian since they shared a phone after Tim lent his to his buddy Jay and never got it back. I told them what is wrong and they said they'd be there as so as they humanly could. After the call, I blacked out. When I woke I was in the hospital with Tim at my bedside. Tim's semi-long brown hair covering his brown eyes, tear stains were on his orange 'iconic racer style' coat. "T-Tim..." I said weakly reaching toward him. His head jerked up and he grabbed my hand. "(Y/N)" He said tears rolling down his face. "We... We thought you were dead..." He held my hand looking into my eyes. 

~end of flash black~

"and after that everything is a blur until I met the gang..." I said looking at him. He looked at me shocked. "wow... that's... sad..." he said hugging me.

(If you get the reference in the chapter WITHOUT CHEATING AND GOOGLING IT! you get a cookie and head-pats :3)