Make a Choice

Chapter 2- Waking up

Preston's P.O.V.

     I woke up and yawned. I could feel myself lieing on a bed so I tried to sit up. I could bot even make it more then half way up when I felt strong arms wrapped around my middle. I looked behind me and saw Rob lating still with his lips slightly open. He was snoring lightly and he was shirtless with sweatpants. I looked down and saw I had a long sleeve and sweatpants. I sighed in relief as he only took off my hoodie.

     I moved a little to try and free myself from Rob's strong grip. I failed. Miserably. Now I was flat against Rob's chest with his arms fully wrapped around me and his chin on top of my head, due to him being taller then I. I blushed a deep red but I just kept my head pressed against the pillow and my knees bent to make it more comfortable for me to lay. I closed my eyes and started to dose off when I heard a whistling noise. I almost had a heart attack.

     "Jerome... I think they are asleep. Twitter?" I hear the Canadian say. I did not hear Jerome reply but a few minutes later I hear mine and Rob's fones start to go crazy with tweets and retweets.

     I hear the stairs start to creak as they walk down the stairs giggling. I open my eyes and I instantly regret it. They had opened the blinds and curtains on my side of the bed. I cursed them for it and began to try to get myself out of Rob's grip for the seven-millionth time. This time I ended up waking him. I heard him groan and I froze. I turned my head and I saw him looking up at me. it took him a while... a long while... to figure out what he was doing and he pretty much jumped off the bed. He flew backwards and began speaking.

     "I am so sorry Preston! I didn't mean this! I am so, so, so, sooooo sorry!" He was pulling at his hair and he still trying to apologize. I shrugged even though one sentence out of those words hurt me. They felt like someone had stabbed me in the heart and was starting to twist it.

     'I didn't mean this!' I felt like I could cry. Though I have to keep my act up. I quickly discarded his apology.

     "No, my poor little Woof. It is fine. I know you cannot even think to get away from Purrston!" I teased and placed my hands on my hips swaying them slightly. It was kinda hard when on a bed, but I managed it. I quickly then snatched my fone and checked for anything about the Poofless. Nothing bad was happening... well nothing to bad besides the normal hate tweets.

     I ignored them and laid back down against my pillow. I hear a small snore come from beside me and I look over seeing Rob's peacful face. He is smiling slightly and I smile too. I don't know why... I just felt like I needed to smile.

     I resisted the urge to kiss him as I looked at his face. He just looked so peaceful. I ran my finger through my hair and slowly got up. I did not want to wake the sleeping Woof. I chuckles softly and grabbed some new clothes.

     I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I waited for it to get warm before taking off my shirt and shorts. I paused and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked hideous. How could Rob even pretend to flirt with me. Even if it is fake.

     I ran my right fingers over my chest and left arm. Scars littered the skin and I looked at the most recent scars on my chest. They were red and slightly puffy around the self inflicted wound. I sighed and looked through my bag. I pulled out my razor and laid it lightly against the skin.

     'Rob could never love a failure like you!' The voices echoed through my mind.

      I felt tears come to my eyes and I dragged the razor against my chest. I made one long diagonal scar from my left side to my right. It stung slightly but I ignored it am made a few smaller cuts here and there.

     I placed the razor on the sink and stripped of my boxers. I checked the water temperature and hopped in. I turned my chest to the wall and let the water beat on my back. It felt really good after a while.

     After a few minutes I turned and allowed the water to run along my cuts. I was use to the pain so I just winced slightly, and let the blood run off.

     I soon hopped out of the shower and cleaned my wounds, razor, and the counter. I placed the razor in the bag and got dressed. I wore a plain black t-shirt with a gray button up that I did not button up. I wore dark skinny jeans and pulled on my black converse hightops. I fixed my hair and walked out. I saw Rob had already gone down stairs and I began walking downstairs.

     What I saw almost made me jump out of my skin.