7th Chapter "Unforgivable"

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TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER I WILL NOTIFY WHEN

Rach's POV

****4 weeks later****

I cannot fucking believe that she's fucking pregnant and only a few fucking months after Amanda.... I can't even fathom that my bestest friend who is supposedly a sister to me would even fucking keep this a god damn secret from me. I can't even fucking believe she had god damn sex and she always fucking said she would wait till marriage. I guess the whole no premarital is down the god damn fucking drain. I mean even fucking Amanda knew before me, the friend that I introduced her to, the friend that she was jealous of.

(Trigger Warning)

I go in my top dresser drawer and find my hidden compartment that holds my box cutter. I stare at it for awhile before going into the bathroom and turning on the shower head so no one asks questions and walks in.

I just stare at the full length mirror on the back of the door and am sickened by the sight. Huge ass muffin top, fat fucking thighs, fucking stomach, fattest of the three musketeers, scars, bruises, fatty upper arms, fat face, ugly, fat.... The demons in my head just keep yelling at me these things an-and I just break down in tears.

Every word they say a cut is added and every cut that is added is deeper than the other. Once I'm littered in bloody marks I hate myself even more for making myself even uglier.

I step into the tub not only to wash myself but also to clean up the damage that I have done. Fresh wounds are supposed to sting supposedly when getting wet or something but they don't for me, I guess that's due to the numb feeling. When I step out, the water dripping off of my body helps clean up the blood on the floor.

After cleaning up I grab my towel, clothes, and box cutter so no one is suspicious. As I walk into my room though I find Kate which is very unusual. She looks like she is actually searching for something but I'm getting nothing out of what she's mumbling.

"Hey, Kate, uhmm are you looking for anything in particular?" I had startled the woman just at the mention of her own name.

"I am but I actually don't recall misplacing it, sweetie," she is still searching as she said that to me.

"Well maybe if you tell me then I can help being that this is my room." I may have got a little sassy there but hey it's my room I know it like the back of my hand, sort of.

She looks up confused as I had said that it was my room. After looking around her expression changes to complete shock and embarrassment. She apologizes for rummaging through my things and invading my personal privacy while leaving. I completely love her to death but sometimes she's a little far out there which is why we, meaning the gang, her, and I, get along so well.

Just as I had straightened my room back up I went to go put the box cutter back. But as soon as I close the compartment she walks in. I don't even know why she's here I mean as far as I know no one has contacted her. I just can't even believe that she was able to find the address but I mean people can really dig and get info many ways nowadays.

****3 hours later****

Scar is finally home and she left an hour before hand leaving me time to think. Well not really think more like get my thoughts together to figure out how to tell Scar and her new family. But I mean I don't want to put any of this pressure/stress on my dear pregnant friend.


A/N: Sorry bout the long time without a chapter, I've been catching up in school, doctors, theater, and other stuff. But here's a new chapter and it's cliff hanged for two reasons; (1)seems good spot (2)writers block

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