Part 4

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Talks about abuse and self harm

Adam and I sat there in awkward silence. I didn't know what to say. I felt so...I don't know. I was in shock. "Y/n...what are you thinking? Come." I turn to him and sit next to him on the couch. "That's not the first time." I say staring in front of me, not looking at Adam. "What? What do you mean? What else has she done to you?" I don't respond and he pulls my face to his "Y/n/n." I pull myself out of his grip and begin to talk again. "She's only slapped me one other time. It was when we were fighting over you a long time ago. But this time I think she did it because I disrespected her and stuck up for you... but I don't regret my choices" he shakes his head and tries to speak but I start to first "she never really hit me as a kid. I mean it was more like she'd just make me feel bad about myself instead of punishing me physically. You know, tell me everything that's wrong with me. Make me feel worthless. Tell me I'm useless and I ruin everything. But as I got older, she did it more and more but I choose to ignore her. Now she's not really around so we don't speak as much anymore. But when we do, she either says pretty bad things to me or we're the bestest of friends" I see Adams eyes are filled with tears. "Don't feel bad for me. I'm used to it. Kind of numb to it." He shakes his head at me. "This isn't okay-" "There are people that have it worse. I'll be fine." I get up and walk upstairs, Adam follows me.

"Have you ever...tried hurting yourself?" Adam asks me and freeze. 'Do I tell him?' 'What will he think of me?' "Once but-" "Oh god Y/n. No. No. No- Recently? No that doesn't matter." He grabs my hands and pulls me to him "Promise me you'll never do that again! You're precious Y/n, you can't hurt yourself. You mean so much to me and your friends and your family even if it seems like you don't. I know you didn't attempt to kill yourself but hurting yourself will end up leading to that and we can't have that." I just stare at him not knowing what to say. "YOU HEAR ME?" He raises his voice and it makes me cry. It makes me cry because he really cares about me. "Yes, I promise I'm done. Just...please hold me." He grabs me and places his chin on my head. I feel his tears hitting my scalp and it makes me cry harder. I hate hurting him.

We sit here for what feels like forever. I think about what I've done and I don't think he realizes how traumatic and hurtful her words are to me but I don't want to speak on it. "Baby, you need to get some sleep. It's 2:45am." I look up at him, "Adam you have practice in the morning and you don't need to be more distracted than you already  will be." "I can't sleep anyways. I wanna be up with you." I don't respond and we lay down under my covers. "What do you think she meant about me being just like my dad? Why do you think they hate each other so much?" I shrug my shoulders. "Do you think they dated or something? Or maybe one of them hurt the other? I don't know but I'm tired. Can we go to sleep?" I ask him and he smiles a little. We snuggle up closer and go to bed.

Sorry this was so short but I'll try to make the parts a little longer ◡̈
~Brooklyn

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