CHAPTER EIGHT

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Addies pov:

It was the next day.

God, I couldn't stop thinking about yesterday.

But I also couldn't stop thinking about how I looked while doing it, either.

He was probably trying not to cringe at my hip dips and my stretch marks.

I almost cry. But I don't.

Momma didn't raise a bitch.

I go to the bathroom.

I lean over the toilet.

I shove 2 fingers down my throat making myself throw up.

Momma. Didn't. Raise. No. Bitch.

I finish throwing up.

My eyes are glossy and I can't think straight.

I look in the mirror to see a monster staring back.

I look so distorted.

Almost like a rabid dog.

I don't know what to do, so I call Leo.

Leo's pov:

I look at my phone.

"Addie ❤️" reads the name.

I answer it.

"L-leo. I- I think i-im d-dying..." She says in a worried tone.

"Oh my god, ads. Are you ok?" I ask, worried.

"I need help. Now" she says.

"I'll be over in 5" I say.

*5 minutes later*

I walk inside and go up to her room.

I open the door to see something I'll never forget.

"Holy shit" I say.

Why, why, why! I ask myself.

She's sitting on the edge of her bed.

Her wrists have blood running down them.

She looks at me, her eyes look scared and confused.

"Addie... can I sit beside you? I ask.

She nods.

I sit down.

I put a hand on her shoulder.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

She shakes her head no.

I hug her.

She breathes shakily.

"Cry." I say.

"No" she says.

"I said cry." I say.

She starts bawling into my shoulder.

Then she says something I'll never forget.

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