Scars,Screams and Surpries

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Derek POV

"I CANT BELIEVE YOU JUST SAID THAT!"
Spencer yelled crying walking out dropping the bracelet on the ground while I was left standing there looking at the wall.

"Well damn" I huffed as I picked it up and stuffed it in my pocket I left the closet and sat back at my desk as I watched JJ's car drive away. Seeing it was time to leave I got in my car and drove home.

When I got home I took off my shoes and sat on my couch and watched tv, even though I was still upset I couldn't get him out of my mind, how right now he would either be sitting on my lap and Kissing me  or I would just be enjoying his presence. Yawning I walked upstairs and as soon I stepped in the bedroom I smelled his scent of vanilla and cinnamon, I huffed and changed my sheets hoping the smell would subside. What a fail that was I still smelled his scent, I wondered if he was thinking of me as hard as I'm thinking of him.

Okay maybe I was wrong I shouldn't have made a big scene maybe I shouldn't have screamed, but he should know me by now I don't mean anything by it I'm just frustrated. Okay let's be honest that's a little selfish it was all my fault he didn't tell me to be spiteful he just didn't wanted to be treated by a child.

"YOU STUPID FUCK, YOU MADE HIM CRY!" I screamed at myself punching the wall making a hole.

"THIS IS WHY NO ONE WILL EVER FUCKING LOVE YOU, YOU FUCK EVERYTHING UP" I scream throwing a vase at the wall breaking it into pieces falling on to the carpet while the rose petals broke off scattering across the area, a couple tears fell from my eyes, i dropped to my knees and picked up a piece of the broken glass and pulled my sleeves up to reveal cutting scars over each other, some that weren't even healed before I cut over them.

"The (cut) world (cut) will (cut) be (cut, cut) better without me (cut, cut, cut) for sure" I spoke as I cut the previous scars open and making new ones.  Blood dripped on to the carpet as i cut not caring until I cut a little too deep, I stand up and walk to the bathroom
And bandage my arms before grabbing my keys and driving to his apartment to try to at least apologize.

"Spencer, come on open the door" I knocked as the light turned off from the living room, huffing I jog down the stairs and slam the car door so hard the glass breaks out of it. Tears came streaming down my face with no mercy glass stuck in my skin blood seeping from the cuts of self hatred that has been installed in me for so many years. I drove in silence and cold since it was mid September and the air was breezy. When I pulled into the driveway I see Jhamal's car parked on the lawn.

I walked upstairs and see Jhamal picking up the glass and roses.

"Did you hurt yourself" he asked rubbing the blood out of the carpet

"what are you talking about dude" i laughed weakly

"I know what you do, i know what Eric did to you I made him break up with you so you could feel better and stop hurting but I feel like it hurt you more" he sighed giving me a hug.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I cried on his shoulder "I'm sorry Jhamal I didn't tell you" I sobbed as he wrapped his hands around my waist

"It's okay Der bear, I know it hurts you're always the strong man it's okay to be weak sometimes" he said rubbing my back

He swayed rubbing his hands in a circular motion soon he looked at my arms and asked "can I clean and bandage them the right way" i nodded my head as he led me in the bathroom

He picked out the pieces of glass and the occasional "sorry" when I winched in pain
When he was done he wrapped my arms in gauze and taped them and pulled my sleeve down.

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