chapter 3

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Edited 8/9/19

Gabe pov

I woke up in the middle of the night to crying. I looked around the room, Emma was awake and she had he legs to her chest, she was the one I heard crying. Gracy and my mom woke up, "Emma Gracy we need to leave you have school in the morning," my mom said

"No im not leaving her!"Emma sobbed

"Come on Emma, we have to go, we have finals in the morning," Gracy said, and they left so it was just Tanner, Dylan, and I. I stayed at the hospital because I do online school.

I got out my phone, went on instagram, and looked at Kloeys most recent photo, it was of her and Michael. I began to read the comments and got angry because of what they said.

You whore

You're a slut

You're not even pretty

You don't deserve to live

Why don't you go kill yourself

At least I don't have slut written all over my face

How do you even live with yourself?

You're fat

You're ugly

At least I don't date a fuckboy

Is that really what you look like? Ha! Shame!

I feel bad for people who have to look at you

You're the sluttiest person I've ever seen

Why are you even alive?

You think you're pretty?

Nobody likes you

Your heavier than an elephant

Im supprised you even have instagram, you're too ugly for it

No wonder why your dad didnt want you

You look like you just got up

How do you even have a boyfriend?

What do you think the definition of pretty is? Its not you

Im supprised you have friends

You are the definition of ugly, whore, and slut all at the same time

I looked at the next photo and saw more harsh comments. Why didnt she tell me what was going on? I would have put an end to it.

I had Kloeys phone and It went off. It was an instagram notification so I opened it and looked at it. It was of Michael shoving his tongue down her best friends throat. What in the actual fuck was he thinking?

Dylan pov

I left because I had to go to school in the morning and take finals. It was just Gabe Tanner and Kloey left in the room, I don't know why I stayed, I don't even know her.

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