The Boy Next Door (a Nash Grier Fanfic)

Chapter 11

Kayla-

It feels good. I watch as the blood flows out of the cut, down my arm and drips onto the counter. I make several more cuts and just watch. It distracts me from the emotional pain; what's going on at school.

I stop cutting, clean off my blade and hide it deep in my bathroom drawer.

There is still a lot of blood coming out of my cuts, so I put a few bandaids over them.

I leave my bathroom and go back to my room. I turn my phone back on and I see that I have another text from Nash.

"Big Booty Nash: R u sure ur ok?"

"Me: Yeah. I'm fine."

"Big Booty Nash: Im gonna skip next period and come over."

Ugh. No. I don't want Nash here or anyone else. I want to be alone.

Nash can't come over. If he comes over, he'll see the bandages on my wrist and ask me what happened. He can't know about this.

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Nash-

I'm worried about Kayla. That's all that I think about during first period.

I'm pretty sure that she's not sick. I hear people talking about her all throughout the school. I really hope she's not letting what people say get to her.

I heard a rumor that someone saw her crying outside this morning.

First period just finished and now I'm going over to Kayla's to make sure she's alright.

In a few minutes, I'm at her front door. I knock a couple times and she answers. Her eyes look red and puffy. Her mascara is a bit smeared. She has been crying.

"Can I come in?" I ask her softly.

"Fine," She rolls her eyes at me and moves out of the way so I can come in. Why is she mad at me? What did I do?

She closes the door behind me. I look at her from head to toe. She doesn't look like herself. She looks upset and mad at the same time. I look at her arm.. at her wrist. She has bandages on it.

"Are you okay?" I ask her motioning to her wrist.

She immediately shoves her arm behind her back. That was weird. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Let me see it," I say as I grab her arm and pull it to me.

"No!" She screams and pushes me away, "It's nothing. I just cut myself by accident when I was cutting an apple after I got home. I'm fine."

"Okay.. I just wanted to come by and make sure you were alright," I can tell she's not alright, "Come here," I open my arms up to her. She runs straight into them and begins sobbing into my chest. I rub my hand up and down her back; trying to calm her.

She pulls back after a couple of minutes. I wipe her tears away.

"Talk to me," I tell her. I want her to tell me what's going on. "I don't need to go back to school, Kayla. I can stay here."

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Kayla-

"Nash, I love that you care about me, but I'm okay. I just have a hard time dealing with everyone talking about me. That's it," This isn't the truth. The truth is that.. my past still haunts me every single second of every single day. Everyone at my school thinks that I'm some kind of slut that had sex with her own father. It seems impossible for me to connect with my foster parents. I have no friends. I'm being bullied at school and I started cutting. My life is a huge mess.

The only thing in my life that isn't completely screwed up is Nash. He's my safety. When I'm with him, I don't want to talk about the things that are screwed up. I want to forget about them. I'm almost happy when I'm with him and I don't want to ruin that by telling him what's wrong.

"Okay.. so I can go back to school?" he asks me; still concerned.

I smile at him and say, "Yes," I give him a quick peck on the lips, and then he leaves.

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A/N - I'm really sorry for not updating in a while, but I have a lot going on..

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