||The Music Freaks || oneshots || Completed|| ✔️

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Ship: not really one here
        
Type: Angst

❗Self harm and abuse❗

(Haileys P.O.V.)

We we're all waiting for Jake to show up again, it was after school, but we decided to meet up again after school. Jake was apsent the other day. No matter what, it seems like he's always late. We all hear the door creak open and we turn to see Jake panting

"Sorry, I'm late again" Jake smiles

"Its fine......" I noticed something.......odd

Jakes jacket sleeves were all the way down and covering his hands a bit, you wouldn't think that much of it, but what made this odd wasn't the fact that it was the first time he put his sleeves like that, it was the fact that it was pretty much burning outside

"Jake, aren't you hot?" Sean also seemed to notice this

"H-huh? O-oh no, I'm fine"

That's a lie.

"Jake can you come here please?" I ask

"Ok?"

Jake walks infront of me, I grab his wrist as he yelps

1

"But its burning hot outside" I face him

"I-I'm fine really"

2

"Really?"

3

I quickly pull his sleeves up and I don't know why I was shocked, maybe because I wasn't fully sure or maybe because I expected it to be a little.

Jakes arm was covered in cuts, up to his elbow, the whole club gasped. Jake looked at his cuts, he looked scared, ashamed, and in pain.

"Jake. How old are these?" I ask in a stern tone

"There not that old-"

"How old?" I repeat

Jake sighs and looks away from us and mumbles

"2 days"

Silence fell over the room

(Jake's P.O.V.)

Silence filled the room, Hailey had a shadow over her face, and the rest of the club stood there wide eyed. I try to yank my wrist away, but Hailey tightens her grip which makes me yelp again. Then she pulls me a little closer to her and slaps me.

"You idiot." Hailey let's my wrist go

She's gonna tell me to get out......

"Do you know how bad this is?"

Huh?

"Look at your arms Jake! There covered in cuts! You know, you could die from blood loss!" Hailey looks up at me with streams falling down her face

"Were you thinking when you decided to do this?"

"I-"

"Were you!?"

............

"............kind of"

"What is that supposed to mean?" Milly asks

I gulp

"W-well, I came home and got slapped by my dad........he called me a mistake and that got me thinking......nobody really cares about me. My dad is abusive, my mom uses me as an excuse to tell off my dad, you guys just need my for the competition, and Drew and the others probably just use me for popularity."