(Y/n) is a normal, nerdy, and shy girl. With a dead beat dad, she and her mother live alone trying to get by. Her mother working for the Sangsters cologne company (Sangster and Co.).Thomas Sangster the schools bad boy, who gets everything he wants...
Another warning this does contain some self harm. Again if things like this effect you personally please don't read this. ************************************** I woke up in a comfy, warm, bed. The memories of last night came flooding back to me and I began to hyperventilate making my throbbing head feel worse than it already was. When I looked up I recognized the room being Thomas'. I got up running into the attached bathroom closing the door, but when I turned around I saw him standing in front of the mirror examining his bruises and scars from last night.
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He shifted his gaze from the mirror to my reflection. "I'm...I'm so sorry." I said, my breathing becoming even more rapid and I slid down the door burying my face in my arms. "Hey, calm down okay? Breath. Just fallow my breathing." Once I began breathing steadily I began crying on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry. I should have listened to you. It's my fault you're hurt. All of it is my fault." "Hey if you think this is bad you should see him." He said smiling then his face grew into a frown again "I know, we're gonna get him back okay? We tried getting ahold of your mum but she didn't answer it also seems she hasn't been working for us sense we gave her an advanced payment... You can press charges you know and my parents said it was okay if you live here after two months when the rent is overdue if your mum is still gone. I haven't told my parents about what happened I just told them that your mum wasn't picking up the phone. You should really tell someone." I looked at him worried. "No. Nobody can know about this please don't tell anyone. Nobody will believe me anyway it was my fault I lead him on Thomas please..." I panicked grabbing his arm. "Listen to me. You did nothing wrong okay? He got you drunk, manipulated you, and used his position to take advantage of you. None of this was your fault." He said holding my face in his hands forcing me to look at him. "I just feel so gross." He sat next to me and hugged me tightly. I put my legs over his lap and he cradled me like a baby. He let me cry while stroking my hair. After a while I ran out of tears to cry, my eyes were puffy, and my head hurt like hell. As if reading my mind he got up and grabbed a bottle of aspirin putting a couple in his hands and handing it to me. I stood up putting them in my mouth and cupping my hands under the faucet running it and turning it off swallowing them. "I'll leave you to take a shower okay? Just throw your clothes out here and I'll wash them and leave some of mine in here for you." I nodded my head and he left. When I took off my clothes and looked in the mirror. I'm disgusting. I don't deserve anyone. My dad never wanted me, my mom ditched me for money, I have no friends, and the only guy who is showing some support is my bully who is only helping because he pity's me. I'm unlovable. I deserve to be used. All I see is a discussing, dirt, girl. I feel dirty. I am dirty. I turned the shower on it's hottest setting. I let it run down my back feeling it burn on my skin. I washed my hair and scrubbed my skin raw making it burn more. I could feel Kyles skin on mine, his rough hands touching me vigorously, and I could still hear the malicious words he used. I continues scrubbing the same spot he grabbed me on my arm harder and harder. Suddenly it began to bleed. I cried more watching the blood run down the shower drain. I heard Thomas leave some clothes by the sink and take mine. "Just burn them." "What?" "Just burn them please. Shred them. I don't care. I'm not wearing them ever again." He didn't say anything more to me at that moment. Just put down a set of his clothes and took my dirty ones that were on the floor. I got dressed in his thick white v neck and sweatpants. When I came out I saw him smoking on a cigarette sitting on his bed watching a movie. He set the lighter down on his night stand. I didn't smile, I didn't frown, I felt nothing. Numb. Nothing but dirty. "Look I don't think it's a good idea for you to go home being alone and all. We have guest rooms. You can stay here and I can pick up some of your clothes." My voice was low and when I spoke it didn't sound like mine. I didn't even own my own voice anymore. "Sure." I sat back on his bed and curled up on his bed holding his pillow. "Okay I'll be a moment." He said holding out his hand and I took off my key necklace giving it to him. It's been 30 minutes and my thoughts continued to flash back to the repetitive,horrific, moment in time. I looked back at the lighter and flicked it on. Just as I placed my arm raw, torn, arm over the small flame Thomas walked in. "What are you doing?" He yelled taking the lighter from me. More tears fell down my face. "I just... really hate this wrist." He held my wrist in his hands and saw the hand mark, the pealed, red, and raw skin, and a small burn mark. He clenched his fist tightly rubbing the hand mark on my wrist with his thumb softly. He laid next to me. "Why do you care?" I asked silently. "I mean why did you.. why are you helping me? You hate me. You said it yourself, I'm worthless." He let out a heavy sigh. "(y/n), I don't hate you. I guess I just let it all get to my head. You're not worthless. I'm sorry for everything I've done to you. I deleted the video, I cleared up any rumors I started, I even explained to the teachers why you continue to miss classes everyday. I'm sorry for making fun of you and for getting you that shitty birthday present. I should have just given you the real present I picked out for you." "Real?" He turned to his side and got out a small box wrapped in decorated paper. I slowly opened it revealing a small wooden music box tat played Once Upon a December from Anastasia. "My favorite movie. How did you know?" "I remembered how in middle school I would dump out all of your stuff from your bag everyday and saw the movie in there. I remembered it because I had a crush on you back then. I guess I just didn't know how to stop torturing you. I'm really sorry." I didn't reply. Instead I rested my head on his chest letting more tears fall. "Thank you." I whispered. He softly continued rubbing by dirty arm then wrapped his arm gently around my dirty body.
