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I probably should have mentioned this in the beginning but it slipped my mind.

WARNING: SOME DETAILS OF THIS STORY MAY BE TRIGGERING TO CERTAIN READERS.
stay strong, beautifuls. <3
((Also! I want this story to be kinda short so i'm sorry for the random time jumps))
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*3 months later*

Self harm has always been a problem for me. No matter how many times I tried to stop I couldn't. I was addicted, and I knew it.

This night had been going terribly. From start to finish, nothing went right. It's not easy when your mom tells you that your father is coming to visit when you haven't seen him in years.

As soon as she told me I locked myself in my room, pacing back and forth, trying not to scream.

A few hours later and I still wasn't calm. My mother had left and that's when I relapsed.

Once I started, I couldn't stop. I was bleeding worse than I ever had before and it started to scare me.

I realised what I had done to myself and started panicking even more. I started screaming and then I heard the heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Emma!?"

I said nothing.

What if it was my father?! Now scared shitless I pressed myself as far as I could against the back wall of my bedroom, trying desperately to become invisible.

"Emma!?" The voice was now at my door. The person started jigging the door handle and I started screaming again.

"Leave me alone!!! Stop it!!" I cried.

"Emma, it's just me. It's Luke, what's wrong?"

I didn't belive him, he was lying. It wasn't Luke, it wasn't. It was my father.

"Go away," I started to scream but the door burst open. I screamed as loud as I could. "Stop!! Don't touch me!!" I sobbed as the figure rushed towards me.

I continued to scream as the man crouched in front of of me and took my wrists in his hands, turning them over to look at them.

I struggled and tried to get away, I started kicking and continued to scream.

The man ran into the bathroom connected to my room and returned with many wet towels and many bandages.

"Stop!" I cried as he took my wrists in his hands again.

"Shh, Emma, everything's going to be okay. I just want you to take a few breaths. I'm not here to hurt you, I promise." He spoke and then I realised that it was Luke.

I started sobbing even harder and mumbling incoherent "i'm sorry"'s under my sobs.

He cleaned me up and then pulled me into his lap, slowly stroking my hair trying to calm me down.

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*The Next Morning*

I woke up to a bright light shinning in my eyes, a stabbing pain in my wrists, and a heavy weight on my waist.

A few memories stuck in my brain from last night, all of them making me nauseous at the thought of what I had done. Quickly pushing the arm that was wrapped around me off, I stood up but instantly regretted it as my nausea got worse and the world began to spin.

I stumbled a bit and clung to the bed post for support. A groan came from my bed from who I am assuming is Cole since I can't seem to remember much of last night.

I sat back down to steady myself and "Cole" wrapped his arms around my waist again. I pushed him away again and turned around to scold him when I noticed it was not Cole.

"What are you doing in my room!?" I snapped at Luke as he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"You don't remember what happened last night?" he asked while yawning.

"Only bits and pieces..." I mumble and rub my temples to stop the pounding.

"I'm the one who heard you screaming..." He stated like it was nothing and sat up straight. I stared at him in awe while no words left my mouth.

The high school drop out had saved my life.

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Alright so that's the third chapter!
Sorry it was kind of a filler chapter, all of these kind of are. Oops.

As I mentioned in the beginning author's note I want this story to be short so there will be lots of time jumps.

I'll be sure to mention when the chapter is taking place at the beginning of every chapter, like I did for this one!

Thanks so much for reading ((don't forget to vote and comment, it makes me happy))

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