Chapter 7: Jake...

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The night with Niall, was flawless. But what stands in front of me is...

"JADE!"

"Jake how many times have I told you not to be my father"

"IM NOT BEING YOUR FATHER, IM JUST LOOING AFTER YOU,, THIS IS NO WAY TO RETURN HOME AT 2 IN THE MORNING. WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?"

"STOP SHOUTING AT ME"

"I WILL JADE, I CANT TRUST YOU WITH A GUY YOU JUST MET, YOURE NOT GOING TO LUNCH TOMORROW"

"WHAT THE FUCK, JAKE, IM 19, WHY DONT YOU FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE"

"WATCH YOUR TONGUE JADE"

sara comes in between holding jake.

"Jake, darling its ok, she can look after herself, I trust her"

"NO SARA YOU DONT KNOW UYS, THEY CAN USE HER IN ANY WAY" He is on the verge of crying and so am I.

I leave and enter my room. Slam the door behind me and I cry. Jake pretends to be my dad but dad wasn't this protective. I miss dad. I wish he was here to lead me through life. Maybe I will spend my vacations at mums. Right now my life is all fucked up. I cant think of anything. I cy and cry. Why not somebody else, why me out of 7 billion people, why am I always in trouble. Why cant I have a normal life. A person who can love me, not so overprotective but loving. Whom I can tell all my secrets, my secrets. I sigh. there are some secrets which I never told any one not even Sara or Jake.

2 years ago when dad  passed away, Mum was always worried about the family, my younger siblings, education, household and stuff. I was also worried. I wished my life would be slightestly better than present. Everyone bullied me at high school. I started to self harm.

Maybe right now my inner person says do it. because somehow it makes me feel good, I deserve this. I'm a burden on Jake, Sara, Mum, Dad and most of all myself. No one would mind if 45 kg Is picked up from earth. No one would mind if out of 7 billion people, 1 left. These thoughts haunted me and I started self harming. Drake made me leave this habit of mine and I stopped 6 months ago but today, right now I want to make myself suffer, see blood pouring out.

I enter the bathroom, take the razor in my hands and slice my thighs. It hurts but at the same time feels so good. This is who I am, this is who I fucking am. after a few more cuts I clean myself and go to the bed. I drift off to sleep thinking about my lunch tomorrow with Niall.

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