Chapter 13♥️

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Jacelynn's POV

     ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️Self harm‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

It's Saturday. I woke up at 11:47am. I decide to just get dressed than go downstairs.

Im really not in the mood to "dress up" but I put on a grey tank top, paired with my gray Nike zip up jacket. I tied the strings up at the top and put on some high waisted shorts.

People say I haven't been the same since the split with Jordan. Well, he is the love of my life.

When I lost him, my world came crashing down. It's like, nothing mattered anymore.

And yes, I'm crying over a boy. Ive never felt this way about anyone before

I love Jordan, but I just lost him.

I go to the bathroom and just look at myself.

I began to stare at the horrific girl before me.

I locked both the bathroom doors and began to stare at myself again.

I looked down at my phone. People kept tagging me in the comments of that Instagram page.

Everyone at school thinks that I'm a slut and I cheated on Jordan.

Some of my supporters even turned against me.

Was I really a slut?

No, Jacelynn. Don't listen to those comments.

I looked over at the counter by the sink and saw the necklace that Jordan gave me a month ago.

'Property of Jordan Brooke'


I look to the left and see some razors in a drawer.

Should I?

Nobody would care anyway.

I slide up my wrist and grabbed a blade.

I began to slide the razor down my wrist, multiple times.

I cringed in pain, but I couldn't stop.

Suddenly, the door knob shook.

I jumped and hid the razor under the mat and pulled down my sleeve.

"Jace I gotta pee!" Crystal tried to open the door.

"Hold on." I fixed myself in the mirror, grab my phone, and open the door.

"Omigod you've been in here for like 10 mins. What have you been doing?" She asked.

"N-nothing." I hesitated.

"Btw what's that on your jacket?" She pointed to my sleeve and there was a small blood stain:

"Ketchup." I rushed into my room and pulled up my sleeve.

I changed my jacket for a PINK one and walk to the living room down stairs.

I sat on the couch and realized that Joey was over.

"Hey Kathy, Tony, and uh Joey?" I pointed.

"We need to talk. Outside." Antonio said as he walked to the backyard.

We all followed him and sat at the table by the pool.

"What is it?" I shrug and look down.

"We need to talk about what happened." Kathy looked at me with a serious expression.

"What about it." I try to hold back my tears.

"We need to report this." Antonio looked at everyone.

"What do you mean? Ryan said that you were the one that lead him to the computer lab..." Joey implied.

"HE SAID WHAT?" Me and my siblings yelled in sync.

HOW THE FUCK COULD RYAN FUCKING STALVEY HIT ME, SEXUALLY ABUSE ME, THAN LIE ABOUT IT?!

"We really need to tell someone about this. Like, now." Joey said.

"No, we don't." I say nervously.

Okay, the reason I don't wanna report this is because of all the drama already. Plus, I really don't want cops to get involved. I just don't want to deal with that.

"Jacelynn, show them the bruises on your wrist." Kathy said with an attitude.

Uh oh.

"W-why?" I hesitated.

"Jace, just show us the-" Kathy grabbed my arm as I cringed in pain.

"No!" I pulled my arm back and ran into the house.

"Jacelynn!" Antonio chased me upstairs.

"Leave me alone!" I rush into my room.

I attempted to slam the door but, Antonio was pushing it open. He was much stronger than me, so I failed.

"Go away!" I yelled through the door.

"Jacelynn, I know that you're hiding something!"

Antonio pushed the door open and I began to ball my eyes out. I put my arms behind my back. He came closer to me and I backed up away from him.

"Go! Now!" I scream at him.

He grabbed my arm and pulled up my sleeve. I pulled back my arm.

"Jace, what's that?!"

"Nothing that you need to be worried about!"

I fell to the floor and started to sob.

"Why?" A tear slid Antonio's face.

I could just tell how disappointed he was in me, the way he looked at me.

"WHY?!" He demanded an answer.

"Because, I love Jordan.." I choked on my tears.

Did this suck?
-Angie💕

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