After spending some time at Spark's small apartment listening to music, he drove me to my apartment. When he walked me to the door, I heard shouting.
"Oh great, Caleb and Grayson are fighting again," I groaned to Spark. A small smile played on his lips as I opened the door.
My father stood in front of me. "W-Why'd you come back..." I gasped.
"You B!tch! Little Slut! What happened to all the money here?!" My dad screamed at me, pulling my hair and dragging me to the kitchen.
Spark stood there with wide eyes.
"I used it to buy food for us," I managed to spit out.
"You fat a$$ cow!" He screamed at me as he smacked me across the face. Spark pulled me back and stood in front of me.
"Oh so you got yourself a little boyfriend to f**k with?!" My dad asked. I shook my head.
"GET OUT!" He yelled at both of us. I rushed out the door with Spark right behind me.
"Are you okay?!" He asked. I nodded.
"We can go to my place, Skye, don't worry," he said as he engulfed me in a hug.
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When we got to place, he showed me the bathroom and handed me a large t-shirt of his and some boxers.
"Thanks, it means a lot to me, Spark," I thanked him whole-heartedly.
"Wheres the bathroom?" I asked him. He pointed to room on the other hallway.
"Thanks," I said walking to the bathroom. It was beige with white everything. White towels, the tub was white, the sink was white as well as the toilet. I saw a razor sitting on the sink. I gripped it in my palm and did something I hadn't done in a while. I slowly raised the razor up to my wrist and cut. Not too deep since I hadn't felt this pain in a while. After my blood had spilled out into the running sink, I grabbed a hoodie from Spark's closet and covered my wrist. He couldn't know.
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*Two days Later*
I still was unable to enter my house. My brothers hadn't been answering my calls either and that worried me. I thought they were at home, but what if my father kicked them out too?
I walked to the bathroom and stared at myself. I lifted my shirt up. I'm so fat. My dad was right, I am a fat cow. I picked up the razor to cut my stomach this time, but then the door flung open and Spark caught a glimpse of my scars. Horrified, he smacked the razor out of my hand and held his hands on my face. "Have you been cutting?" He asked me. I nodded hesitantly.
He shook his head and lifted my sleeves. Sure enough all of my scars and new cuts showed. He then lifted my shirt and saw the scarring on my stomach, and back. I lifted my shorts and showed him the scars on my legs as well.
"I used to cut, but I don't anymore, you shouldn't, I know it helps you feel better, but I found a better way to get out my emotions," He said to me and I was shocked he would say that. He was the kind of guy who WOULD cut..But you never know. "Art helps me, and so does music, I sing as loud as possible to get my emotions out," he said to me. I nodded, and tears filled my eyes. All this time I had been trying to come closer to end my life. I didn't realize that I had the wonderful guy that cared about me right here. I hugged him and cried into his shoulder.
"It's okay," he shushed me.
We walked to my house, seeing if it was okay to go in. I saw both my father asleep with beer bottles all around. I quietly packed all my stuff in a suitcase and gave it to Spark to put in his car while I checked to see if the boys were here. Sure enough, I found Caleb sleeping with Grayson on the floor. I woke Gray and Caleb and told them to come with Spark and I for the day.
"I'm sooo sorry about the Prom," Caleb sarcastically remarked, a smug smile on his face. Spark glared at him from the drivers seat and he shut up instantly.
"So you went all emo again and got an emo boyfriend?" Caleb asked 20 minutes later. I glared at him and so did Spark.
"Shut up Caleb," Gray smacked him. Then this evolved into a full out smacking war.
"CHILDREN BEHAVE!" I shouted at them, disapprovingly.
Once we were at Spark's house, we unloaded my junk and put it in Spark's room. We were going to share this room and let the boys stay here in the guest room.
"Do you boys wanna stay here?" Spark asked them. "We could get your stuff later." Caleb shook his head, "Well I've been meaning to get my own apartment for a while, so I think I'll get my own place," I rolled my eyes at him.
"Well I'm staying here," Grayson said, smiling at me. I love my little brother. He would never leave me.
