~Bella's POV~
I felt like I was floating and I couldn't stop smiling and everything in me felt soft and like they were flying. My head felt light as I took another drag of my second blunt,then out it out in the Ash tray. I exhaled the thick smoke as I just laid there in the grass,soaking in the sun.
"You good Bella?" Clinton asked.
"MmHmm. Never better." I replied.
"She's high,she lives in the sky." Mitchel replied.
"She went to heaven." I replied softly.
"Remember that time we got real high and pashed,Kras?" Mitty asked with a laugh.
"Hhmmm I do! Good times! Go Pash your girlfriend yes?" Kras replied with a chuckle.
"I remember my first Pash. It was with a real pretty girl at school dance in senior year... in the small guitar and drum room in the auditorium." I replied,then lightly laughed.
Clinton wolf whistled. "Wouldn't take you for the type to do that stuff." He replied.
"It was harmless kissing. It's not like we did anything." I replied.
"What kind of stuff do you even like?" Christian asked.
"That's between me and my lover." I replied.
"Oh come on,we tell each other everythin! We all know Kras has a handcuff and choking kink." Clinton replied.
"Oh Yea I watched that interview... The never have I ever where she brought up being in handcuffs and not by the cops or other law enforcement and Mitty got all confused." "And Kras said not very discreetly,and making Mitty look at him by pulling on his hoodie..." I replied.
"We'll discuss it later." Kras and I said in unison,then laughed.
"But I didn't know you liked it rough Kras.. that's a turn on." I replied.
"Kras is dominant. Especially on stage... He'll walk over to me till I'm backing up.. or he'll pull me close by my belt loops.." Mitty replied with a light laugh.
"And don't forget.. when he puts his arm around You.. he digs his fingers into your skin.." Clinton mused.
"Damn... I couldn't do any of that.. I'd be having an emotional breakdown so fast. Yay trauma,am I right?" I dryly laughed,as I sat up.
"What do you-" Mitty started.
"Cark it Mitty." Clinton demand in a cool but strict tone.
"It's okay Clinton. You guys can ask. I don't want you guys to feel like you have to walk on eggshells with me. I want to be able to talk about it.. I don't like withholding information like this." I replied reassuringly, putting my hand on his,to comfort him.
"I went through a lot of physical abuse through my teens. My ex step dad and my big brother were the ones who abused me.." "it was mainly for small things. I forgot to do a single chore,cause my hands were full of homework and other chores." "I 'backtalked' to my mom,like saying, 'one moment please' when I was multitasking and she needed me for something." "He pushed me to the floor and choked me... Pulled me up by the hair and pushed me up against the wall,so the back of my head got slammed first." "And my big brother hurt me cause I'd sing and dance to my favorite songs while I was downstairs." "While I was doing things like homework or making lunch or dinner. Or because I had anxious habits like drumming on surfaces.." "he'd threaten to break my fingers like he'd grab them tight and bend them back.." "or threaten to give me a black eye... Like he'd physically throw a punch then stop Literally one or two centimeters from my face." "Even poured his drinks.. or just water on me sometimes.." I explained.
I moved to the shade since I was getting hot. They followed. "are you okay? Do you need space? Is there anything we can do to help distract you or was the pain?" Christian asked.
"Can I be alone? With Clinton please? I just really need a big brother right now.." I whispered.
"Of course. We'll be inside." Mitty replied softly. He kissed my forehead and he followed Kras inside.
I curled up into Clinton and he held me protectively.
"I've gotcha. It's okay,No one can hurt you anymore. I promise. I'm right here,always." He said soothingly.
