Boy Troubles: King of Thieves

Chapter 14

Hey guys! Sorry for the late update; it seems like it has been a while. It's not a very long one either.. :(  I keep switching point of views and it's so confusing sometimes and I've been so distracted by so many things! I decided it's time to update! It's probably the last Piper POV for a while!  Happy Holidays! I love you Trouble Makers!
With Love,
IzzyMeow64

*Piper's point of view*

It's been a month since the incident. How do I even react to any of this? I can't go to choir with out breaking down in front of everyone because it reminds me where Billy and I started talking. It's so hard to sing and cry at the same time so I just stopped going. I skipped choir every day and I sat in my counselor's office. At home I feel safe, but that didn't stop me from doing things that I shouldn't have been doing. Don't worry, I stopped about two weeks ago. I guess it was stupid of me to scrub intensely on my stomach until it felt like I didn't have skin anymore. It was even more stupid when I gave up all I had into a blade as I made scratches and cuts onto my stomach which contained a bad memory. I hated my stomach. It may be flat, thin, or whatever you want to call it, but every time I look at it I see the disgusting, white liquid that was squirted on me just a month ago.

I am now in my room listening to Advice. I figured I could still have hope by listening to music. I decided to change into new clothes for when Sarah and Lauren come to visit later today. I slipped in a pair of black skinny jeans and I walked around in my sports bra looking for a shirt to wear.

"Piper," Mom walked in and I turned to her. "Sarah and Lauren are going to be at the airport soon and-Oh my God." She covered her mouth with her hands as she shook her head.

"What?" I looked behind me thinking there was a spider or something.

"Piper, sweetheart, why didn't you come to me?" She came in closer and hugged me. She looked down at my stomach then back into my eyes. "When did you make them?"

"I'm not sure, about one to two weeks ago. I stopped.."

"You know to come to me when you feel that down, or down in general!"

"I know, I was just uncomfortable with talking about everything and I just,  I don't know." I admitted, fidgeting with my fingers. I could not help the tears that followed my sentence. Mom wiped them with her thumb and pulled me closer.

"It hurts me knowing you hurt yourself. You're better than that." I sighed and nodded. She was right, I am better than that. Just one moment of extreme weakness I surrendered. Then that one moment became multiple moments, but after going through Mom's old, and current music it helped me a lot to the point I stopped. I offered to go pick up Lauren and Sarah with Mom. The ride was silent and I stayed silent until we were waiting at a red light just blocks away from the airport.

"I'm sorry. I really am." I mentioned.

"I know you are. I'm just so shocked that you would even consider harming yourself."

"Do you blame me? I can't even look at my stomach, not because of the cuts and scars, but the horrible image that'll stay in my mind forever." I explained, looking out the window, then to my hands.

"Piper," She spoke and sounded like she was going to cry. "I know what happened last month is traumatizing, but I want the best for you."

It wasn't long before Sarah and Lauren squeezed us with hugs and tears down their faces. It really wasn't that long since we have seen them. I guess it was their best friend thing they do. The ride back was the opposite of quiet. Dad had finished dinner by the time we had arrived back and surprised us with his sister.

"So how's Billy?" Sarah asked nonchalantly and polite, but I couldn't help but get furious and slam my fork on the table. "Easy there tiger. Any harder you would have broke the table in half."

"You have no clue about anything do you?" I snapped. I didn't mean to sound bitchy, but that's how it came out.

"Not a table discussion." Mom practically growled. Her eyes daggered into mine when I did nothing wrong.

"Jeez, I remand my question." Sarah whispered under her breath.

"Okay, want to know how he is? I have no damn clue. He's probably hitting on his parole officer in the juvenile unit he's in."

"Pipes," Dad interrupted. "Not a table discussion." He filled his mouth with a piece of garlic bread.

"Since she brought it up," Sarah leaded to know more.

"It's really not your place. Maybe another time. I'm eating in my room." I grabbed my plate then Mom's hand caught my wrist.

"Sit." She commanded; almost like I was her pet.

"Oh, I'm a dog now?"

"That was definitely not the context of me telling you to sit down." She protested.

"I've been treated enough like an animal, don't you think?"

"Piper." She hissed.

"Sorry my dear familia, I'll be in my room. I shall return after I'm done eating." I slowly walked upstairs and sat on my bed. It wasn't long before Mom bust through my door. "There's a thing called knocking."

"What the heck was that?!"

"Mom, if you're going to yell at me, go back downstairs."

"Excuse me?"

"Excused."

"What has gotten into you lately? You've never spoken like that, to anyone. And in front of family?"

"It's just Aunt Mel."

"And my best friends who are basically my sisters."

"I get it Mom. I'll apologize when I'm done eating." I looked down at the plate of delicious spaghetti.   

"Maybe..maybe you should see someone about the incident. To get help."

"Like a therapist?" I couldn't believe what she was saying.

"I can't help you anymore than I have and I think a professional will help a lot more."

"I'm not crazy, Mom."

"It's not because of insanity."

"It is. You think I'm going crazy. Well Mom, the world is filled with insanity, let me tell you that. And staying sane is like shooting a living thing multiple times and watch as the blood releases. Eventually the blood will be gone, as will the mental stability within us." She looked at me shocked as I slurped a long noodle into my mouth. I nearly burst out laughing before letting out my favorite sentence with a serious tone. "Stay sane, my friends."