My Princess || Jai Brooks Fan Fiction

Easing the pain.

ADDIES POV

A few minutes later Luke comes in, and forces an obviously fake smile on his face. "You okay?" He asks, as he sits next to me. "Ya. I need to sleep." I sigh. "I'll go then. Goodnight babe." He kisses my forehead and heads towards the front door. Right before he's to the door, I call his name. "Luke!" He turns around and I instantly go shy. "Can you sleep over?" I say, looking down at my lap. He chuckles and heads back to me, stretching his arm out so I can take his hand.

We head up to my room, "can I take a shower first?" Luke laughs. "Ya go ahead." I motion towards the shower and head to my dresser. Luke heads into the bathroom and shuts the door, locking it. I walk over to my dresser, pulling out my pajama bottoms. My phone vibrates in my pocket, I slip it out.

From: unknown

"You're so stupid. Jai doesn't love you and he never will"

When I read the text I felt my hand tense up around the phone. Whoever said that is right. Jai doesn't love me, he hates me because he thinks I hit May.

"Stop. Don't cry. Just take it out on something, before you have an anxiety attack." I think to myself. I think of what I'm about to do, and I know i shouldn't. But I have to before I completely pass out. I glance over to my bathroom door with blurry vision from my tears, Luke shouldn't be done any time soon. I tiptoe run out of my room, down my hall and stairs to my kitchen. I go to the one place I know I can find my release. The knife drawer. Quickly, I rummage through until I find something sharp enough to fill my needs. The entire time, everything is blurry and I'm surprised I haven't ran into anything yet. My hands are shaky and I know I'm about to break. Once I find the perfect size knife, i take it to my main bathroom downstairs. Once I'm in the bathroom, I lock the door and take a seat on the toilet lid. I prepare my rag to stop the bleeding next to me, raise my sleeve, and ease the knife to my arm. Through the tears, I press the sharp blade to my skin... And slide. I instantly feel all of the pressure of anxiety inside of me leak out with the blood. I set the knife down and grab the bright white rag on the counter, pressing it to my bleeding arm. I bite my lip at the horrible stinging sensation it leaves. I can barely hear Luke turn off the shower upstairs. I have to hurry. I pull the now red stained rag off to reveal a slightly bleeding cut, and toss the rag and blade under the cabinet sink. I pull my sleeve down over the cut, and clamp my eyes shut at the sting. I exhale deeply and stand up, running out of the room as if nothing had happened. At least now I'll be able to sleep.