Saving Chloe [5SOS Fanfic] *SLOW UPDATES*

chapter twelve

-Chloe's Perspective-

I hated him.

I disliked Ashton.

I dispised the boy who had stole my heart.

I hated his guts. I hated how he made me feel.

And out of this hatred, I was insanely in love with the extremely stunning boy.

But I couldn't tell him. It was too risky.

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I had just remembered my therapy homework. I fiddled with my papers, being extremely careful to not get a papercut.

I stared down at my paper, the first question making me feel quite awkward.

1. After therapy ends, how do you feel?

I respond, I feel understood.

The second question: 2. Do you feel that therapy is helping you in any way?

I write saying: Not quite sure yet.

3. Have you recently cut? (We check wrists.)

A: Wrists are currenty clean.

My fingers stwitched, my feet swinging to the beat of All Time Low's Backstreat Serenade.

And I was finished.

I sit back on my bed, my band posters staring back at me.

"Hey John," I say to my Beatles poster.

My cat responds, me quickly jumping slightly.

"You scared me there little guy," I say, resting an arm in its fur.

I scratch the kitten for a while, my fingers tensing at the thought if Ashton.

Unexpectedly, my nails are dug into the cat's fur, the cat jumping up, skrieching, its paws and sharp nails scraping against my right clear wrist.

Dammit, I curse aloud. Me thinking of the last question on my therapy homework.

The words "We check wrists," sending shivers down my spine.

They'll probably think the whole cat scratch is just an excuse although its the truth.

"Owww," I say as the cat scratches sting imemsly.

Oh god...

I run out of my room, escaping to the restroom. I notice its locked.

"Hey I need to use the bathroom." I quickly say.

"Get away." I hear Sam's high girly voice from the other side of the door.

"Emergency." I litterally yell.

"God dammit, shut up."

Samantha's voice sounds weak. Almost as if she were just crying.

"You alright in there?" I say, struggling to cover the cat scratches.

"I said shut up Chloe."

I really wish I could cover up the blood on my wrists, but Sam is more important.

I pop the bathroom lock open with a bobby pin, her gasp reaching my ears easily now.

"What the hell Chloe. I said get away."

I get a glimpse of her face. Her eyes puffed up. She was sitting in the bath tub, her legs held up against her chest. 

"Whats wrong Sam?" 

"You." It almost came out as a whisper. My nose scrunches up.

"Escuse me?" I say.

She looks up at from where she sat in the tub.

"You get all the attention. I hate it."

She sounded so stubborn, so unlike Sam.

"I mean look at you." She points at my wrist.

"No Sam its not like that. It was the cat." I try to explain, but she just shakes her head.

"Like mom will believe that." She says rolling her eyes.

I look down at my beat up sneakers, taken aback.

Not only with Dr. Kelps think I'm still cutting but also with the people that care about me will too.

"Sam, c'mon. Im being completely honest right now." 

"Just get out." She says.

And so I do.

I head to first aid cabinet, my hand reaching for the bandaids.

"Honey whats wrong?"

"Shit." I sigh.

"Chloe did you...?" My mom's voice is suddenly awake and worried.

"No mom. I didnt. It was the cat." I say.

"Chloe. You know you can be honest to me right?"

"I am." I say unwrapping the bandaid.

"Honey. I'll go call Dr. Kelps." She walks away.

"Mom no. I'm fine." I grap her arm.

Her face became serious. 

-Chloe's Mom's Perspective-

Chloe was lying to me.

She needed help.

"Honey. I'll go call Dr. Kelps." I say.

Chloe was not fine. Now she's using her cat as an excuse.

I start walking away, but Chloe's fingers tug at my arm.

"Mom no. I'm fine."

"You are certainly not Chloe. Now let go." My voice was straight foward, strict yet full of concern.

She lets go. I call.

"Hello?" 

"Hello Dr. Kelps? This is Rose, Chloe's mom."

"Oh hey Rose. How can I help you?" 

"Well I just found Chloe covering a wound. And she's lying about how her cat scratched her. Could she get private one on one sessions of therapy? I think she might need it."

Dr. Kelps takes a while to respond.

"Are you sure she was lying?"

"Dr. Kelps. I know when my daughter lies to me or not." I say stubbornly.

"Well I'll arrange sessions Ms. Jenkins."

"Thank you." I say, hanging up immediatly.

-Chloe's Perspective-

I hadn't been lying at all. I wasn't insane and I didn't need any help.

Sam needed it.

I needed help with Ashton.

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A/N:

heyyyy guys. I feel like crap right now, so sorry for there sucking chapter.

don't worry, I don't like my writing either.

thanks for reading this poo. I really appreciate it.

I think I'm on writers block: /

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