Issues

12

To the person who requested for two chapters, I did my best to write fast:)

TW: SELF HARM

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I call Sam once more in hopes she'll answer this time. As per the other 16 times, I was failed in expectation. She didn't answer.

Soon enough the front doorbell rang and I jump up. "Sam!" I say going up to her and hugging her.

"Hey." She says confused.

"Why were you not answering my fucking call!" I yell at her in concern.

"Amora. I'm fine. Just a little whoopsie from yesterday." She says to me,

"hmm." I hum and sit back around behind the cash register.

"Kai came by yesterday," I tell her as I fiddle with my rings. As soon as I say, that catches her attention. "He did?" She questions.

"Yeah," I mutter.

"Hmm." She hums in response.

"And Lorenzo also came by," I tell her.

"Oh! Spill!" She cheers. Propping her elbows onto the counter.

"Of course, he came before Kai did. And he... bought a book." I say.

"No way! Which one?" She asks curiously.

"Well, the one I have. 'It ends with us' " I tell her.

"Aww how adorable, he bought that book because you're reading it! Now you can't tell me he doesn't like you." Sam says trying to get her point proven.

"Sam, again. We barely even know each other." I tell her, crossing my arms.

"Well, the only way you can get to know each other is by hanging out with each other!" She replies in a 'duh tone.'

"Hmm, I suppose you could be right in a way." I trial off.

"He also called me when he was drunk.... I was about to eat dinner, and he called me." I say to Sam.

"No way!" Sam cheers once more.

"Y'all are you cute! Hashtag Lamora, is coming to a start!" Sam says all lovey dove.

"What the fuck is Lamora?" I question.

"Lorenzo and Amora duh." Sam says.

"Holy fucking hell."

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After another closing shift, I'm finally able to rest, so I thought. I use my key to unlock the front door, and to my surprise, my parents were sitting right in front waiting for me.

"Where the fuck were you." Dad scoffs at me.

"Work? Making money." I tell them.

"No, you weren't. This late?" Mom complains.

"Yes. I was doing the closing shift." I say.

"Sure you were. Or were you sleeping around?" Dad complains.

"Control your fucking mouth." I say to him pointing my pointer finger out. He scoffs while crossing his arms.

"You can call Sam's mom. She asked me to do a closing shift if you don't trust me. As I already see." I roll my eyes.

I push past them and head into my room. More specifically, I went into my bathroom to take a shower.

But then yet again the sudden urge to hurt myself pulls in.