Robbers (A hayley williams fanfiction)

Chapter 7.

Ava's POV

Yesterday night was amazing, and I couldn't be more thankful. I had my first kiss, and not to mention, my first girlfriend. Hayley had to leave early, but she will be back at my house to watch movies with me. Hayley is my everything, and I'm glad to call her mine. My feelings for her is a feeling I've felt with no one, and I'm so lucky that I can call her mine. Sadly, I have to work, so it won't be until later tonight. 

*Near the end of Ava's shift*

After rolling dough for the past hour and making them pastries, I decided to take a break. I'm usually not the person who takes breaks, but today I feel like I needed too. After all, I'm seeing Hayley soon, since my shift is coming to an end soon. In order to go outside, I have to walk through some werid hallway, but I get stopped by a blonde haired, nearly 6 foot tall person. 

"What makes you think you can go through here?" She asked me, yelling at me. 

"I'm going on break, I don't even know you! Now please let me through" I asked politely. 

"That's not gonna cut it." 

With that being said, she punched me right in the gut, and I bend down in pain, and she throws me right at the door leading to the door. I remember her saying "see ya soon, ugly shorty". I was able to get myself up, thankfully, but I have major pain near my ribs. So painful, I start crying. I slowly walk to my car, because I had my keys with me. I don't care if my shift isn't over yet, I'm going home. I can't deal with the pain, her words hurt me, and I feel like my bullies are back into my life somehow. I start driving my car, and the physical pain is wearinf off, but not the pain of what happened today. I go to my apartment and get ready, and I take off my shirt and realize a huge bruise was on my ribs, that's when I lost it. I start to cry so bad, that I open up a drawer I haven't opened since middle school. My blades. I used to self harm to take the pain away from what my bullies said to me, and I'm 10 years clean. The last time I cut was when I was 14 years old. I set the box down, and I get ready first. Then, it was time. I took my wrist, and I started cutting my right wrist, so bad I throw my blade across my room. I realized something. Hayley. I get on my knees, and start to cry. As the blood streams down from my wrists, I realized something. 

I should've texted her. She would have helped me prevent this. 

I put on a different shirt, since my other long-sleeved shirt was covered with blood, and I bandaged my wirst, but not too much that Hayley could notice. I need Hayley.

Hayley's POV

As I walk up to greet Ava, I realize something. While I was driving my car, I realized that the moon was gonna set soon, which gives me an idea. I'm gonna show her and hold her hand, chessy but I feel like it's a must. I wear a simple hoodie and jeans, with vans. I put on make up, and I feel very confident in myself right now. I knock on the door, and Ava answers right away, and she runs up and hugs me, and I hold her so tight, that she backs away because I hurt her ribs a little. 

"Ava, c'mon!" I said with a smile.

"Um, I thought we were just watching movies, but okay?" Ava said with a questionable tone.

"Just go with me. We're practically twinning with the hoodie and jeans." 

We get into my BMW and I drive to central park, hoping that Ava didn't notice the moon setting. I take her hand, and I ask her to close her eyes. She got questionble again. I take her to a flat section of central park and I found the perfect spot, with one little tree in the way, but that's okay. I sat down and sit her down, and I tell her to open her eyes. She gasps and hold my hand tight.

"Pretty rad, huh?" I asked 

"Yeah, wow! That's amazing.. You can see the moon full, and it's not even a full moon yet!" Ava said, with a smile.

That smile. Wow. 

"Well, right now, the moon is called a waxing cresent." I said, and while I said that I stroked her hand with my thumb, and Ava cuddles up to me, and It couldn't be more perfect. She kisses me on the cheek, and I let go of her hand and hug her, burrying my head into her neck and moving my hands slowly and gently up and down her waist. We noticed that it was getting dark, which killed the moment for me, since I wanted to stay here and hold her, but hey, it's okay, because I get to spend all night with my one and only. We arrive at her place, and we put on a chic flick because we wanted to have a laugh, because we both think chic flicks are funny. It was the Notebook.

"Come here babe" Ava said, pointing right next to her, with a blanket over her.

I couldn't help it, and I came over and kissed her, and she kissed back, but I pulled back because I didn't wanna be too pasionatte. I noticed when I cuddled her, she kept pulling away and said it was something with her ribs, and It freaked me out because of what happened earlier when I held her tight and she did the same thing

"Babe, can I see what's wrong with your ribs?" I asked politely.

She gave me a concerned looked, but said yes. 

We went into the bathroom, and I asked her too take off her shirt, but she said no, which is understandable because we just started dating. She pulled up to where it hurt, and I cover my mouth due to my shock. She had a huge bruise on her ribs.

"Do you think you need to go to the hospital?" I asked.

"No. No. I'll give it some time and let it heal on my own." Ava said, stuttering.

I give a concerned look, and I was gonna argue, but I decided to let the bruise have some time to heal. We make the sofa a bed, and continued to watch the notebook before we fall asleep. 

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After being asleep for four hours, I decided to go to the bathroom, so I did. When I came back, I realized something was reflecting off a streetlight, she Ava had he blinds up. I went over to it, and I was a somewhat rusted blade with blood stains on it. That's when I realized a major occurance. Ava self harms. I held the blade in my hand and start to cry, but no too loud that Ava could hear me. The person I'm falling for is hurting themself. I take the blade and put it into my pocket, to flush it at my place. I get back into the bed and cuddle with Ava, drying up my tears in the process. I kissed her shoulder, and I realized another thing. I can't pretend that I don't see this.