Dysfunctional

6

It's was really late when my phone began ringing one night. It had been a week since my little movie date with Cassie, and things were going great.

I answered the phone knowing it was Cassie.

"Hello?" I mumbled into the phone.

"Michael?"

"Yeah, what is it?"

"I-I need you," she cried.

"Where are you?"

"My house no one is home," she sniffed.

"I'm on my way," I hung up and jumped out of bed grabbing my keys and a sweatshirt.

I sped down the road, she needed me and I was going to be there for her.

I got to her house and ran up the driveway to her door. I began pounding on the door. She opened up moments later.

Her face was tear stained, her hair was a mess, mascara was running down her face and she was holding bandages to her wrists.

"What happened?" I asked as I walked inside grabbing her wrists.

"It was getting to be too much," She whispered.

I grabbed some rubbing alcohol and opened the bottle.

"This is going to hurt," I whispered.

"I'm already in pain physical and mental," she cried.

I poured the alcohol on her left wrist first. She winced in pain as I held her close, placing a new bandage on it. I did the same with the other wrist.

When I was done I brought her into my arms. I rocked her back and forth slowly whispering soothing things in her ear until she stopped crying.

She was laying in my lap when she suddenly sat up. I had thought she had fallen asleep.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Don't apologize for this," I said, "you were hurting and you couldn't help it. But, I wish you would have come to me before you did this."

She nodded her head and placed it in my chest. She wrapped her arms around me.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.

"Remember those girls, the ones that were staring at us?" She asked.

"Yes,"

She took a deep breath before continuing. "They have been tormenting me for about a year. Calling me the school slut, and paying boys to make up stories about me."

"Why would they do that?"

"Because we all used to be really close, but I left them for people who were better than them."

"So they call you a slut?!" I was outraged that someone would do something like this.

"They made up lies about how I was with every single guy in our school, and-"

She stopped, the tears were falling down her face again in a steady stream. She stayed there holding me tight as the sobs racked her body.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I'm not a slut Michael," she whispered.

"I know you're not-"

"No, Michael I'm a virgin." she cried harder at the mention of this.

These girls were tormenting her and none of it was even true.

"What do you need me to do? I'll do anything." I said.

"I just want you to stay,"

I nodded as I picked her up bridal style and climbed the stairs. I brought her to her room and laid her down on her bed and pulled the covers over her body.

I took off my sweatshirt and climbed in next to her. As soon as I climbed in she scooted over and came into my arms. I wrapped my arms around her tightly making sure she knew I wasn't going anywhere.