Battle of the Bands

Chapter 23

Chapter 23 Michael’s P.O.V.

“Are you good now? Can I let you go.” I asked her.

“I’m good. But no you can’t let go.” I looked down at her puppy dog like expression and laughed.

“No. Not ever. But I do have to pee.” I told her making her wrinkle her nose.

“Alright alright. Get going. You know where its at.” I laughed and kissed her on her head before heading towards the bathroom. As I passed by the kitchen I heard someone talking. Usually I don’t eaves drop but I heard my name.

“… Michael? Yeah he’s here.” There was a pause. “She cried when she saw him. Like bawled her eyes out. She loves him. A lot. I do too. Its just… he’s not good for her.” Another pause. She must be on the phone. “Her cuts? They’re doing better. She’s doing better. Its not his fault. I don’t blame him. It’s his fans. But not like all of them. Some of them tweet her and tell her she’s beautiful and not to listen to the others.” “I cant take her twitter away! That’s how she communicates with her own fans.” “She sees the therapist twice a week.” “Yes it helps.”

I could literally feel the color draining from my face. Cuts?! A Therapist?! I turned around and headed back to the living room where she was sitting on the couch.

“Hey.” She said smiling up at me with all the love in her eyes.

“Show me your arms, stomach, thighs. Just wherever they are!” I demanded. I watched as her face went from confusion to being scared.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She lied. Her ears were red and her ears always go red when she lies.

“THAT IS COMPLETE BULLSHIT AND YOU KNOW IT!” I yelled making her flinch. “Just- just show me.”

“I- I cant do that too you.” She replied looking away.

“But you can do it to yourself?!” I yelled. “Sam… let me see.” I said trying to control my anger.

“If I do, you can’t blame yourself, you cant blame your fans, you cant blame anyone but me.” I sighed knowing I couldn’t promise  her that. “Promise me.”

“I can’t.”

“Then I can’t show you.” I walked towards her and she took a step back. I reached out and took her hand pulling her towards me. I watched as her bottom lip began to tremble. And she closed her eyes and looked away. I reached a shaky hand out towards her shirt and slowly lifted it up past her stomach. I involuntarily gasped at the sight that was in front of me. I reached out and grazed my fingers lightly across the many scars that were faded across her stomach. They were all older no newer ones. I bent down and began to kiss every scar that was there and tears began to run down both of our faces.

“I love you so much. Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve been there for you.” I sighed resting my head there on her stomach, her fingers intertwining in my hair.

“No you couldn’t of. I wouldn’t of let you in. I was on my own. Dealing with my own dark place.” She said holding back the sobs.

“Don’t give me that shit. I would’ve came home as soon as I found out.” I told her.

“No you’re not listening to me. I wouldn’t of let you Michael. I wouldn’t of told. You would’ve never have found out.”

“Why? I thought you trusted me! I thought you loved me! If you did then you would’ve told me!” I cried.

“No Michael. You don’t get it. I didn’t tell you because it would’ve hurt you. You would’ve came back, blamed yourself, ruined your career and blamed your fans. I cant let you do that.”

“The fans. What did they say?”

AUTHORS NOTE: ya that just happened ! sorry i give you the right to hate me! i hate me now too! ughhhhhhhhhhh love you! tell me what you think...

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