bruised - cth

ch 9

"he called me a b-" valerie heard another voice, luke's or ashton's. she couldn't tell. it was muffled. "who- who is that?"

"luke." she heard calum say, and a deep sigh coming from him. she didn't know what was going on, and didn't want to know.

"fuck off, you prick." valerie practically yelled as she grabbed the keys from under a jar top and locked the door, and smiled, it wasn't fake, she was just glad she could be alone,

! calum and luke

"okay," calum mumbled, leaning against the locked front door, "what did you call that poor girl?"

"when aren't you in someone's business? i mean, you're almost always in bed with som-"

"don't fucking use that on me. im trying to help valerie unlike you. i admit, i was a dick to her but i wasn't like you." calum was frustrated just by what luke had said. it was a sensitive topic, even though sleeping with girls shouldn't be such a sad topic for a teenage boy.

"for fucks sake," luke chuckled at calum for a moment, his cheeks red, "i called her a bitch. there."

"a bitch?!" calum stood up straight, clenching his fists. "you never call a girl a bitch. they can act up, but you don't fight back and call them a bitch. and she's your best friend, hemmings, you don't be such a dick to the girl."

"i don't care anymore, honestly. she acted up." luke was lying. he cared. he cared about valerie a lot and in this situation he wanted to be tougher than calum. so far, it was working out. it didn't make him happy, though, he was upset he wasn't himself, especially with a good friend.

! valerie

deciding she didn't want to cry herself asleep and act like it was okay the next day, it was bath time.

she was practically a child, baths 24/7, bath bombs, candles, music. it was good and relaxing, what she needed right now.

valerie grabbed these white candles and lit them, putting them on the side table by the bath and lighting them, and some random pink bath bomb.

she changed, into, well, the way she came out of her mother, who was either nonexistent or she never met her- but, that's not the point. val lightly put the pink bath bomb in the bath and patiently waited. putting her hair up into a ponytail she grabbed her phone and connected the bluetooth to the speaker. lana del rey, of course.

looking in the mirror, would be weird if you were doing this, wouldn't it?

she slipped in the bath and closed her eyes, humming along to the words she didn't know in old money.

the only bad thing about baths is that you do have to wash, everything, well, besides your hair (sometimes), and the bruises on her thighs and legs were so goddamn sensitive, but, she'd live through it.

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hEy im trying to update quicker okay :-)

that 5sos fanfiction will be up soon I promise !!!

if any of you answer this i might make an imagine and like do one for you in a book or ill love u forever

do any of you remember why she has so many bruises?