So Close to Your Confession ✔

Ch 11 - Cries of Pain and Help

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Chloe's POV

Monday comes faster than I thought. I throw over the covers, tired.

"Get up." My mom swings my door open, angry still from my piercing.

"I am, god." I roll my eyes as she leaves, leaving my door opened.

I roll my eyes once again, slamming my door shut. I start to get ready.

I do my hair in this cute hairstyle leaving my hair down. I play some dark makeup with pink lipstick.

I slip on my white ripped jeans along with my Over My Dead Body tee. I put my chunky heeled boots on, putting on the bracelet Luke gave me with sunglasses sitting my head and and a black triangle necklace. I put in my black rose earrings with my clean crystal piercing showing. I'm ready for school.

Luke picks me up after 10 minutes.

"So, where are you even living?"

"An apartment." He smiles, driving us both to school.

"That's cool, do you like it?"

"It gets lonely, but yeah." He , taking a right into the parking lot of the school.

We get out, grabbing our bags walking into school on time this time. I wonder what Ash is doing... is he even here?

"I have a whole new schedule ew." Luke laughs, placing his hand on the small of my back. I hope Ash doesn't see us like this.

"I have math, science, woodshop, and reading." He smiles showing me his schedule. "Me too, besides woodshop though. I have cosmetics." I smile, my eyes roaming around for Ashton.

"Stop looking for him. He's not coming." Her voice booms through the halls. Kassandra.

The worst part of being at school is her. Just her physical self.

"Go away, I'm not looking for anyone." I roll my eyes, tugging Luke along with me.

"I find that hard to believe. Obviously you're looking for Ashton, who is currently fucking Holly Marks in the janitors closet. Update babygirl, he doesn't like you." She sneers, if looks could kill, I'd be dead.

The tears relate drop my tear ducts, streaming down my face, bringing mascara with them.

I run out of the school building, I don't know where I'm running, I just want to be alone.

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I sit in the green, tall, cold grass as it tickles the under side if my thighs. I giggle, but either no expression. The pain is coming back, bombarding me with questions, needing answers, an explanation, something to ease this hurt.

Nothing.

Just silence fills my ears, consuming me eating me alive.

I realize I'm all alone, no one here. Just me, a lonely girl sitting under a tree at the park. No kids yelling, playing, living, but only me, screaming inside my head, wanting help.

I just can't seem to get it.

"Hey beautiful." His aussie accent shoots through my ears, memories and her words coming back to mind.

"Go away." I shoo him off, "I just want to be alone."

"I'm not leaving you. I know you heard things from Kassandra, but I didn't do that stuff." He says, trying to assure me.

I don't believe him, "I don't believe you, Ashton." I shake my head.

"Fuck you! I never had sex with Holly! I hate her for heaven sake!" He yells, causing my shut my eyes quickly.

"Ash please don't yell." I whisper.

"No! I hate how my own girlfriend won't believe me anymore!" He keeps yelling, thank god we're alone.

"Ashton! Stop fucking yelling!" I scream on the top of my lungs, tired of his yelling.

"Ugh you know, fuck you!" He yells, taking a handful of my hair, yanking it. His knuckles comes in contact with my right side, leaving a mark. I yelp in pain as his feet beat me, his fists and knuckles bruise my body, his words that consist of 'slut,' 'whore,' 'cheap,' 'loser,' 'scumbag.' I scream, wanting someone to hear my voice, my cries of pain and help, but no one lifts their blinds. It's like him and I are invisible to everyone, anyone.

"That's what you get, I hate how you don't believe me!" He screams, pushing my face first in the ground, then kicking my in the stomach. He storms off, his black converse kicking up grass and dirt.

I clutch my stomach, my fingers are red from the skin ripping, my piercing being ripped out, ruining my belly button.

I cry for help, but in a whisper. I have no energy to scream, I've wasted it all on Ashton.

"He's not worth your time." Luke's voice booms through my ears the night before I got my belly pierced.

Oh god, how I wish I was beside him.

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I lay in my bed, pins and needles shooting through my head. Thumping and shouting booming through my head and ears, feeding me with lies.

Home alone, let's cut.

Cut ugly bitch.

Starve yourself, you may end up pretty.

Say goodbye to 9 months clean and say hello to the voices in your head telling you run and be free.

I shake my head, slowly.

I need Luke, where is he?

I get up out of bed, my room being excruciating cold. I wrap my black comforter around my fragile beaten up, bruised, worn down body.

One question repeats through my head: How did I get back home?

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