Sophia's Scars

Chapter 8: Don't Go

I ran into the bathroom and hung my head over the toilet bowl as a white foul smelling chunky liquid was released into the blue minty water. My throat and mouth burned and tears from the pain started to sting at my eyes.

"Sophia, you okay?" Dylan asked as he walked into the bathroom without any warning. "Sophia." He rushed over to me and closed the toilet bowl quickly. He got me a glass of water and made me rinse my mouth. "Are you sick?" He placed his palm and then the back of his hand on my forehead to check.

I shook my head slowly and moved away from him slowly. I pulled my knees up to my chest and began bawling my eyes out.

"You're gonna hate me Dylan. You're gonna hate me." I bit my lip and began to rock back and forth.

"No, no. I could never hate you. Just tell me what happened. Tell me what's bothering you , we can fix it together. Are you sick? Do you have a fever?" He asked worriedly and not stopping to breath.

I pointed to the tile, my hiding place. He hesitantly went to pick up the tile. I stood up slowly and sat on the bed in the bedroom.

I looked down and closed my eyes, I reached under the bed and took out my purse. I felt around and soon my fingers touched the cold piece of metal.

The tears still flowed nonstop as I placed it on the upper part of my wrist. Before I could make the slightest movement. Dylan held my face and kissed me hard and passionately.

I dropped the razor and slung my arms around his neck loosely. He then released my face and took my hands, holding them firmly. He rubbed his thumb on the back of my hands and pecked my lips.

"There's three things I've always wanted in life: a woman to love, and a child to love us even more." He smiled weakly, I then too smiled against his lips.

"Wait, that's only two." I smirked.

"Oh yeah and to play video games twenty four seven." I smiled at his stupidity and kissed him once again. "I love you so much Sophia."

"I love you too Dylan."

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