Fighter

Yikes

Sam quietly shuts the door, making sure Colby isn't close enough to hear us. As soon as we here Colby downstairs, Sam comes and sits by me. I can already feel the tears forming at my eyes- I hate myself.
"Harley, how long?"
"Not long. Like 7 years... Just... please forget about this. I'm fine, I promise. Nothing is deep."
"That's not what Corey said, Harley. Please, love, show me what you did so I can help you. I can't let you do this. Please, just this one time show me everything. I just need to see how bad the damage is and we'll go from there, okay?"
"I... I don't know. I'm scared of you kicking me out for being such a damn freak. I'm already burdening you guys with my stupid abuse issues and now this?? I should just leave..."
"No, Harley. I invited you to live with us because I wanted to really get to know you. Yes, the abuse was one reason, too, but I do love being your friend. You are so amazing. I promise you that I won't think any less of you after seeing the scars and cuts. Please..." he begs. I give in, wanting to get this over with and also not wanting to hurt Sam more. I strip into my bra and underwear, feeling more exposed than ever. I haven't been undressed in front of a man since... well, since the rape. I turn around, revealing my scarred up body. I feel disgusted and vulnerable. Sam slowly walks towards me, taking in all the damage I've done to myself. I shake uncontrollably. He stares at my body for a second before engulfing me into a huge hug. I sob into his chest, feeling more safe than ever before. I take in the scent of his cologne, feeling that same calming feeling I did when he helped me with my abuse issues. I soon relax in his arms, so he pulls away to talk with me.
"Harley, this is super bad... you can't do this to yourself. I love and care for you so, so much. Can I take a look under the gauze? You can put on pants first. I'm sure you feel really uncomfortable."
"Thanks, Sam. Yea, I hate being so exposed... And yea, you can look if you need. Corey did a horrible job at bandaging me- don't tell him that though," I say with a chuckle, "and, I love and care for you as well. You mean a lot to me. Thank you for all you've done."
"You deserve the world. I know you don't see that yet, but you truly deserve so fucking much. Throw on some pants and I'll take a look and redo the bandaging." I nod and throw on my sweats, feeling like a lazy bum. I'm already looking like a full out raccoon from crying, why try to even dress nice now? When I'm done, I turn around and move my arm towards Sam. He gently removes all the wrapping Corey did. I remove the bandaid because I know that it will hurt a lot. I rip it off fast, knowing it's better to go fast than slowly. I turn my head away, not able to watch Sam's reaction to my cut. I remember seeing Corey turn white as a ghost and that worrying look on his face. I feel a drop on my arm. I turn to look at my arm, thinking I reopened it. It's Sam crying- I made Sam fucking cry. I pull him into a huge hug, wrapping my skinny arms around his thinner frame. He shakes in my arms, clutching onto me like he's drowning. When he calms down, we pull away and look at each other.
"Harley... this is so bad. It's so bad... I'm so fucking scared right now... please... I can't lose you. You mean the world to me; to all of us. We all want the best for you. I wish I could take all the pain off of your shoulders and carry it around with me instead, but I can't. You are so fucking amazing. You should get stitches, but you're old enough that I can't force you to go in. Just please.. let one of us take you in."
"I... I don't know. It's terrifying. I don't want the others asking questions. I don't want Colby finding out. If you take me, he'll definitely bombard you with questions."
"How about Corey takes you in? You really need that looked at. Please, for me? Just to make sure nothing is infected and it's all properly cleaned and covered."
"O-okay. I'll wait here for Corey..." he nods and gives me one last tight hug. I hug him tight, trying to tell him it's going to be okay through my body. He must have known what I was trying to say because he gives me a reassuring smile. He leaves and soon Corey is at the door telling me we'll leave when I'm ready. I nod and throw on some shoes. I sneak my way past Colby, rushing to the car.
"Alright, were going to just go get it looked at and make sure everything is okay. I'll be here every step of the way, promise!" I give him a tight hug before setting off to the hospital. I was too scared to tell either of them but I think I hit a nerve. Some of my arm is really numb and just doesn't feel right...