Blue Eyed Boyfriend (Sequel To Blue Eyed Bully)

Chapter 3

*Nash's P.O.V*

"I'm coming to North Carolina right now!" Cameron said into the phone.

"Its best if you stay home, Cam. She's very upset about this, I mean, who wouldn't be. I just, don't want her to have everyone ask her questions right now. I don't want her to get more worked up then she already is." I said while Hanna was in the bathroom.

"Don't sit there and tell me not to see my fucking cousin who almost got the shit beat out of her, for the second time!" He angrily said.

"I'm sorry, Cam. I just think it's too soon." I said quietly.

"Fuck you, Nash." He said angrily again, and hung up the phone.

I felt bad but, I didn't want Hanna to be overwhelmed. It will be too much for her, right?

*Hanna's P.O.V*

When I was in the bathroom..

I looked at them.

Sitting over there.

Staring at me.

I couldn't help but to pick it up.

Brake the razor.

And take out a blade.

Was this going to heal the pain I went through today?

I think so.

Was it going to feel right?

Probably.

I have been clean for a long time now.

Was I going to break the number of days I have been clean?

Yes.

Was I going to feel like shit tomorrow for doing this?

Of course.

"This is for you, monster." I said, indicating to my father.

I kissed the blade and made a 3 cuts on both of my wrist.

I watched the red liquid flow out of my wrist.

It felt so right.

Like I just smoked weed

And got high.

It felt good.

I needed it.

I then throw the blade in the toliet.

"Thanks dad" I rolled my eyes at the sound if that awful word

"Hanna?"

Shit.

Nash knocked on the door.

"Y-Yes?" I said nervously as I whiped off the blood on my wrist.

"We need to change your gauze." He said

"O-Okay. One second. I'm going to the bathroom" I paused "I have I stomach ache."

Nice save. I thought.

"That's okay, babe. Take your time." He said and I heard him walk away.

"That was a close one" I whispered and sighed.

I put cream and bandages on my cuts.

Shit. Nash will see the bandages.

I then remembered my mom washed one of my sweatshirts and it was in a clothes basket in her room.

I snuck in her room and grabbed it and slipped it on.

I then went back into my room were Nash was sitting on the bed with the medical tape.