the scars you left

page two

Lenna, May 7th

Its May 7th, exactly 9 months since the incident at my old house. I'm dreading the upcoming anniversary of that day. It makes me sick just thinking of it.

I lay still in my bed, tucked neatly under neath my silky lavender sheets, with a thin white duvet to provide extra warmth. My cotton, rose patterned pyjama shorts cling to my marked thighs while my white tank top accentuates my waist, instantly I gain 10 pounds in this shirt. I sigh at the body I'm forced to live in.

I run my acrylic finger nails through my semi dirty second day hair. I stare blankly at my ceiling for god knows how long due to the fact that I have no will to get out of my bed right now. A knock followed by my door knob twisting caught my attention, my gaze is now on Wyatt's tall, fit figure that I find standing in my doorway.

I do my best to crack a smile at him it just doesn't feel right. He understood.

"Hey, I've got something for you, to cheer you up" he says holding back his smile.

"You didn't have to do that" I say, finally sitting up against my headboard, now feeling guilty.

"I know, but I wanted to. We wanted to" he corrected him self

Wyatt runs his fingers through his messy hair as he swings my door wide open revealing Sebastian's equally fit, slightly shorter figure also standing in my door way. I soon notice the tray in his hands, on the tray lays the perfect meal to make me feel better. They knew me so well.

"Madame, I serve to you... pancakes with butter and syrup, but not too much! And a venti Carmel Frapp with extra Whip" Sebastian smiles widely as he recites my Starbucks order. He places the plate of pancakes on my night stand and hands me my Starbucks.

"You guyyyyysss" I blush "you know I love you" I spit out unintentionally. They successfully made me feel a lot better.

"We love you too" they laugh.

I pull the blankets that were now at the end of my bed over my stomach remembering how fat I look in my pyjamas. Then I remember my week old cuts across my partially covered thighs, I sure hope they didn't notice them.

The two of them sit at the top of my bed leaning against my head board with me, one on each side, until I'm finished eating. It took me a while because they kept making me laugh every 10 seconds.

When I'm finished eating, Wyatt takes my plate from me and takes it to the kitchen where I'm assuming he put it in the dish washer. Sebastian helps me out of bed for whatever reason and starts my shower for me.

"Perfect temperature" he assures me, making me giggle slightly.

He kisses the back of my hand before leaving my room to give me privacy.

I take my shower which indeed was "perfect temperature"then brush my teeth, dry and curl my hair and apply the small amount of makeup I wear daily all while still wrapped in my towel. I walk out of my bathroom, into my bedroom to find that they had already made my bed and laid out my outfit for the day. I smile widely and drop my towel. I put on some underwear and a bra before putting on the outfit they picked for me.

I stand in front of my mirror admiring the outfit, it's not something I'd usually wear but I do like it.

Before leaving my room to join the boys downstairs I spin in a slow semi circle paying attention to all the drawings and paintings that I've created and hung on my walls. I curl my lips into a small grin before closing my bedroom door.

After descending the spiral staircase I pull up the jean shorts they picked out for me as they had slipped down my waist and we're chilling on my hips, I prefer high waisted shorts. I tug on the bottom of the grey shirt they also picked, as it's slightly shorter than what I usually wear. It's out of the ordinary that my belly button is showing.

When they spot me Wyatt pretends I can't hear him as he tells his brother "How lucky are we to have a best friend who is that beautiful" he points to me.

"Retweet" Sebastian agrees.

"Guys stoooop, I feel fat" I groan covering my stomach with my forearm.

"Stooooop Lia you look amaziiing" Sebastian mocks the way I always groan.

Lia was the nickname they gave me as a kid, since Lenna is "too hard to say"

"Seb don't say that, you're gonna make my face red" I plop down beside him on the couch.

That was his nickname; Seb.

"It's true! Right Wyatt?" He nudged Wyatt's arm with his elbow.

Wyatt never really had a nickname, he got too angry as a kid when we used to call him things like: Wye-guy, Quiet Wyatt, Riot Wyatt, so we gave up on giving him one.

"This is true, Lia, you couldn't look fat even if you tried" he grinned confidently, he was certain he would win this.

"Okay whatever , I give up" I sigh.

"Could it be?" Wyatt sits up straight with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.

"The day Lenna has finally lost an argument?" Seb joins in, the same facial expression as Wyatt.

"I think it is!"I play along. "You guys are meeeaan" I slouch into the couch.

"You know we're kidding" Seb laughs, patting my knee.

"Poor Lia" Wyatt frowns with puppy dog eyes. He walks over to me and lifts me into his arms, bridal style. I don't resist.

"Looks like we're gonna have to throw her in the pool" he continues.

"Very funny" I laugh nervously, hoping he was joking.

"Oh this is no joke" Wyatt informs me, sliding open the patio door. Seb laughs loudly behind my squirming self.

"Wyatt, I swear to god!" I raise my voice.

"I'm gonna do it!" He dangles me over the edge of the deck which is above the pools deep end.

"Please! Please don't, put me down!" I beg of him, grabbing fists full of his shirt.

"Please don't put you down?" He questions my words.

"You know what I meant!" my eyes were as wide as they were that night we were playing hide and go seek tag in the dark nearly 7 years ago.

"Ready? 3! 2! 1!" He pretends to drop me over the edge and I scream.

"Just kidding" he grins cheekily after putting my down, just as I requested.

"Bitch" I laugh running inside and locking him out.

He was too busy fixing his shirt that I stretched using my hands to even notice what I had done.

"Good one" Seb laughs touching my upper back.

We watched Wyatt "suffer" until we felt it was time to let him in.

What would I ever do without these boys?

They helped me forget about all that had happened to me, that's one of the many reasons why I love them.