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Chapter 4: Break Down But Not Broken
Bobbie had a good morning. No phone calls or anything from him. Thank god. She had 2 classes in the morning. When she got home she was going to see Patrick, but she heard them practicing, so she left a note.
Trick,
Just wanted to say hi. Miss you lots. You sound great! See you tonight.
XO Bobbie
She left it on the kitchen counter. They were in the basement. She went back to her house. Lynn was gone, but Samantha was there. "Hi Samantha. Have any classes yet?" "Yeah English Lit. Yuck. The teacher is nice though. How was your date last night?" "Very good. I know it’s early, but I’m in love." "Good for you. I need to find myself a man." They both laughed. "I’m going to go to my room and start on some homework. Patrick and the guys have a show tonight and I want to go." "Okay. See you later. I have a class in a little bit."
Bobbie started reading her Political Science book. She had to read two chapters. Her phone rang. She looked and it was her mom. "Hi Mom." "Hi Bobbie. How are you doing?" "Good. Classes are going well so far." "Good. I have to ask you a question. I don’t want you to get upset." "He’s called." "Oh, alright. I thought he would. Someone at the store mentioned him and I just wanted to check. How are you holding up?" "Okay. I just don’t understand why he won’t leave me alone." "Do you want me to go to the police?" "Yeah. I think that would be best. He wants to know where I am." "I’ll go there today." "Oh, Mom. I do have some exciting news. I met a boy. His name is Patrick and he lives next door. He’s really nice." "I’m so happy for you. Just take it easy." "I know Mom. I’ll send you a picture of us both." "I would like that." "I have to go. I have class in a little bit." "Okay, sweetheart. I’ll call the police and let them know what is going on. I love you." "Bye. Love you too."
Bobbie finished her chapter and got ready for her last class. She left and went to her Psychology class. She really enjoyed it. Lynn and Samantha were working and the guys were gone by the time she got home. She made herself a salad and cheese bread for supper.
Around 7:00 she started to get ready. She put some makeup on. Mostly just blush, eye liner, and mascara. She was just in her bra and panties when her phone rang. She answered it without looking. "Hi darling." "Fuck." She said. "Now is that anyway to talk to me. I had a visitor today." "Yeah." Bobbie suddenly felt exposed and sick. Like he was in the room with her. "Two policemen. They wanted to know if I was calling you. So, how did they find out.?" "I don’t know." "Bullshit. You need to come back. I love you." "You don’t and I don’t love you. Please I beg you, stop calling me. Go on with your life. Find someone else." God help that person. "I like when you beg. You did plenty when we made love." What they did wasn’t consider making love. She never enjoyed it. God she was sick. "And I don’t want anyone else. I fucking want you by my side. I’ve changed. I know you don’t believe me, but I have."
"I’ve changed to. I finally got the balls to leave and get away from you. I have a boyfriend and he treats me 100% better than you ever did." "He won’t last. He’ll see what you are. You’ll spread you’re legs for anyone. He’ll see that you aren’t even a good lay. And when he drops you, you’ll be back." He hung up. Bobbie threw her phone at the wall. It busted. Good she though. She hated him and what he did. She ran to the bathroom and threw up. She put a cold cloth on her face. She felt a little better. She brushed her teeth. She noticed the razor. She couldn’t help herself. The blade went across her skin so easily. She looked up at the ceiling and felt the tears coming and the release. She kept cutting. Finally she stopped. She fell to the floor. She wrapped her arm up. "I’m sorry Patrick." The bleeding stopped. It was already 8:30. She was going to be late. She pulled her black jeans and a light blue t-shirt. She grabbed a grey hoodie and then put socks and her checkered Vans on. She ran out of the house and to her car.
She found a parking spot in the back of the club. It was 9:10, so she wasn’t too late. She walked in the club. She could hear him singing. His voice sent shivers through her body. She made her way up to the floor. She was being pushed every way. Patrick seen her. He was worried she wasn’t going to show. He smiled at her. She smiled. They played a hour set. Afterwards Bobbie walked up to the bar and got a Diet Coke. "Hey Babe." She felt two arms around her waist. She turned around. "You were awesome." She gave him a kiss. "Thank you. How was your day?" She couldn’t think of the phone call or she would break down. "Um, okay." The tears started coming. "Hey, what’s wrong.?" "Nothing. I gotta get out of here." "Let me tell the guys I’m leaving with you."
A few minutes later Patrick was back. "Let’s go. I’ll drive." She took his hand and gave him the keys. They drove in silence. When they walked in the house Samantha was in the kitchen. "Hey Bobbie, Patrick." "Hi, Bobbie and I are going to talk in her room." "Okay. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t." She didn’t see Bobbie’s face. When they got to the room Patrick closed the door. "Okay, spill it." "Patrick, it’s not that easy." She sat on the bed next to Patrick. "Try me. I want to help you." "You don’t want to get mix up in this." He took both her hands in his. "I do. I care for you so much. I need to know how to help you." "Okay. It started in 9th grade. I went to a new school and didn’t know anybody. There was this boy in 4 of my classes. His name was Jackson."
She got up and looked out the window. "We started talking and getting to know each other. I then hung out with him and his friends. By Thanksgiving we were dating. Everything went well, until the beginning of 10th grade. He started to beat me. If he got a bad grade, a bad football game, if I did something wrong, or looked at another boy I would get smacked around. We had sex for the first time on New Years Eve. I didn’t enjoy it at all. If I didn’t want to have sex he would rape me." Patrick walked to her and put his arms around her waist. She started to cry. "Finally in the beginning of the next school year I decided to break up with him. He took it bad. He beat me up so bad. He kept hitting and kicking me. Finally, he stopped. I don’t know how I made it home. My mom was gone for a week, so I just stayed home from school. He would call and come over. I never answered the phone or the door. When I went back to school, he acted so nice but I told him that there was no hope for us. He did take it better this time. A year went by and we would talk but nothing more. I thought things were going well or so I thought." She turned in Patrick’s arm. He rubbed her head. "You can stop sweetheart." "No, I want to tell you everything." She grabbed Patrick’s hand and pulled him to the bed. They sat at the end.
"When Jackson started beating me I started cutting. I hated myself for it." She rubbed her arms. "Anyway, a year went by and then it started again. He would call begging me to come back. I just didn’t know what to do. Finally, I went to my mom and told her everything. Except the cutting. We went to the police. They put a restraining order against him. They couldn’t really do anything because of no evidence. He did stay away. In January my mom left for a business trip. She didn’t want to, but I told her to go. One night there was a knock on the door. I answered it without looking who it was. It was him." She looked into Patrick’s eyes. "I tried to get him to leave. He just wouldn’t. he wanted to get back together. I told him o and to leave. He got mad and started beating me. He raped me too. After he left I called the police. I was taken to the hospital. They cleaned me up and did a rape test. My mom came home. She felt so bad. Jackson was arrested. All he got was community service and probation for 6 months since it was his only offense." She went to Patrick and held his hands. She could tell he was getting mad.
"I was able to finish school that year. In the summer I went to Northern Minnesota. I moved in with my cousin and her husband. Then I came here. He hasn’t contacted me until I got here. I just don’t know why now. They cutting is getting worse. I don’t know what to do. Whenever I hear from him or get upset I cut. I don’t know what to do. So that’s about it. No one knows about the cutting except you. Please don’t hate me." Bobbie looked down. Patrick took his hand under her chin and lifted her face so she was looking at him. "Oh Bobbie. I could never hate you. I love you." He didn’t mean to say it so soon, but she needed to hear it. She broke down in his arms. She finally let the tears come. "Shh baby. Let it out. I’m here. Nothing is going to ever happen to you. He’s not going to hurt you again. I promise."
He held her while she cried. "Let’s get you in bed." Patrick put her on the bed and found some pajamas for her. He didn’t want to change her but right now she wasn’t in any condition to change herself. He lifted her shirt up and put a tank top on her. Then he pulled her jeans off and put on her Mickey Mouse pajama bottoms. "Okay. Get in." He covered her up. "Don’t leave me Trick." "I won’t. You mean everything to me." "No. Stay with me tonight." "Are you sure?" "Yes." "Alright. I’m going to get you something to eat. I’ll be right back."
Patrick walked to the kitchen. "Is she alright?" Samantha asked. "She will be. I’m going to spend the night." "Okay. Take care of her." "I will." Patrick mad some toast and poured a glass of orange juice. Then he called the guys. "Hey Andy. I just wanted to let you know that I’m spending the night at Bobbie’s." "Ohhh. Have a nice night." "It’s not like that. I’ll see you guys tomorrow. Bye."
Patrick walked back to Bobbie’s room. "Sweetheart, are you awake." "Yeah." "I made you some toast and have some OJ for you." "Thank you so much." She got up in a sitting position. He watched her. "Can I see your arms." She looked up. "Please, Trick. No. You shouldn’t even be a part of this." "Bobbie, I love you. I want to be a part of you. We will get through this together." She showed him her arms. "Oh god." He kissed each scar and the new marks. When he looked up he had tears in his eyes. "I want you to do something for me?" "What?" "Give me the razors. I want you to stop this. I’ll help in any way." She couldn’t think. If she didn’t have the razors she’d be lost. "Bobbie?" "I will." "If you feel like you need to cut I want you to call me. Any time. Okay?" "Yes" "Now I want you to sleep. What time is your first class?" "I have only one. It’s at 3:00." Patrick turned the lights off, but Bobbie could still see his outline. He took off his shoes, socks, and jeans. He just had on a t-shirt and boxer briefs. She got butterflies in her stomach. He got into bed. "Come here. I promise just to hold you." Bobbie went into Patrick’s arms. She put her head on his chest and laced her fingers with his. "Trick?" "Yeah?" "Thank you for everything. I love you." "I love you. Go to sleep, sweetheart." She felt the tears coming. Patrick rubbed her back until she fell asleep, but he was worried about her.
In the morning Bobbie woke up with strong arms around her waist. It felt so good to have him in her bed. She turned around trying not to wake him. She smiled and kissed him. He opened one eye. "Good morning Bobbie. How are you doing?" "Better. My eyes hurt though." "They look a little swollen." "Thank you again for everything." "Stop it. I love you and want to help you in any way. We are going to get through this." "What do you have planned for today?" "Not much. I thought I would spend the day with this hot girl I know." "Hmmm. Anyone I know?" "Yeah." They both laughed. Patrick pulled her close to him and kissed her. He got on top of her and started kissing her neck and collarbone. He then put his hand on her tummy working his way up. He put his hand on her left breast. "Patrick." "Oh god Bobbie." He kissed her stomach. She was moaning and running her fingers through his hair. Patrick put his hand inside of her pajama bottoms and panties. He put two of his fingers inside of her. She moaned and rubbed again his fingers. "Patrick, don’t stop." Just then there was a knock on the door. "Bobbie, your mom is on the phone." "Fuck. She really has bad timing. I’ll be right back, Patrick." She kissed him and went to the kitchen to the phone.
"Hi Mom." "Hi, how are you?" "Fine. What’s wrong?" "I went to the police but there’s not much that they can do." "He called me again.." "Oh, no. Does he know where you are?" "No. I told Patrick everything. He really understands. I can’t wait for you to meet him." "I’m glad you have someone. If Jackson calls or anything let me know." "I will. I gotta go. Talk to you later. Bye."
Bobbie got some orange juice for her and Patrick and went back to her bedroom. Patrick was sleeping. "Honey, wake up." "Is everything okay?" "Fine. I brought you some juice." "Thank you. I’m sorry about before." "Why? I’m not. To be honest with you I want to make love to you." "Patrick chocked on his juice. No woman had said that to him before. "I know I must sound like a slut." "God no. I want to make love to you too." " I think we should get away for the weekend." "Really?"" "Yeah. I actually have a 3 day weekend this week. It’s Labor Day, so I don’t have school on Monday. Do you want to go somewhere for a romantic weekend then?" He had a twinkle in his eyes. "Yes. I’ll book a hotel today. When is your last class on Friday?" "I have an early class at 9:00 and it gets done at 10:00. Should we leave then?" "Yeah. Where should we go?" "I don’t know. How about Joliet. That’s not too far away." "Alright. I’ll book a hotel today. How does that sound?" "Great. We are going to have a great time." She attacked Patrick and kissed him.
"Bobbie, we need to talk about some serious things." "Oh." She got up. "I want to get you a new cell phone and I want you to give me the razor and anything else you use to cut." "I threw my phone yesterday and it broke. I’ll get the razors now." She went to the bathroom and got all the razors. Patrick was behind her. "Here they are. I promise I will not cut." "Okay." He looked down at the razors and could see the dried blood. Her blood. He grabbed her and held her. "I will always be here for you. A tear fell down his cheek.
Bobbie had a good morning. No phone calls or anything from him. Thank god. She had 2 classes in the morning. When she got home she was going to see Patrick, but she heard them practicing, so she left a note.
Trick,
Just wanted to say hi. Miss you lots. You sound great! See you tonight.
XO Bobbie
She left it on the kitchen counter. They were in the basement. She went back to her house. Lynn was gone, but Samantha was there. "Hi Samantha. Have any classes yet?" "Yeah English Lit. Yuck. The teacher is nice though. How was your date last night?" "Very good. I know it’s early, but I’m in love." "Good for you. I need to find myself a man." They both laughed. "I’m going to go to my room and start on some homework. Patrick and the guys have a show tonight and I want to go." "Okay. See you later. I have a class in a little bit."
Bobbie started reading her Political Science book. She had to read two chapters. Her phone rang. She looked and it was her mom. "Hi Mom." "Hi Bobbie. How are you doing?" "Good. Classes are going well so far." "Good. I have to ask you a question. I don’t want you to get upset." "He’s called." "Oh, alright. I thought he would. Someone at the store mentioned him and I just wanted to check. How are you holding up?" "Okay. I just don’t understand why he won’t leave me alone." "Do you want me to go to the police?" "Yeah. I think that would be best. He wants to know where I am." "I’ll go there today." "Oh, Mom. I do have some exciting news. I met a boy. His name is Patrick and he lives next door. He’s really nice." "I’m so happy for you. Just take it easy." "I know Mom. I’ll send you a picture of us both." "I would like that." "I have to go. I have class in a little bit." "Okay, sweetheart. I’ll call the police and let them know what is going on. I love you." "Bye. Love you too."
Bobbie finished her chapter and got ready for her last class. She left and went to her Psychology class. She really enjoyed it. Lynn and Samantha were working and the guys were gone by the time she got home. She made herself a salad and cheese bread for supper.
Around 7:00 she started to get ready. She put some makeup on. Mostly just blush, eye liner, and mascara. She was just in her bra and panties when her phone rang. She answered it without looking. "Hi darling." "Fuck." She said. "Now is that anyway to talk to me. I had a visitor today." "Yeah." Bobbie suddenly felt exposed and sick. Like he was in the room with her. "Two policemen. They wanted to know if I was calling you. So, how did they find out.?" "I don’t know." "Bullshit. You need to come back. I love you." "You don’t and I don’t love you. Please I beg you, stop calling me. Go on with your life. Find someone else." God help that person. "I like when you beg. You did plenty when we made love." What they did wasn’t consider making love. She never enjoyed it. God she was sick. "And I don’t want anyone else. I fucking want you by my side. I’ve changed. I know you don’t believe me, but I have."
"I’ve changed to. I finally got the balls to leave and get away from you. I have a boyfriend and he treats me 100% better than you ever did." "He won’t last. He’ll see what you are. You’ll spread you’re legs for anyone. He’ll see that you aren’t even a good lay. And when he drops you, you’ll be back." He hung up. Bobbie threw her phone at the wall. It busted. Good she though. She hated him and what he did. She ran to the bathroom and threw up. She put a cold cloth on her face. She felt a little better. She brushed her teeth. She noticed the razor. She couldn’t help herself. The blade went across her skin so easily. She looked up at the ceiling and felt the tears coming and the release. She kept cutting. Finally she stopped. She fell to the floor. She wrapped her arm up. "I’m sorry Patrick." The bleeding stopped. It was already 8:30. She was going to be late. She pulled her black jeans and a light blue t-shirt. She grabbed a grey hoodie and then put socks and her checkered Vans on. She ran out of the house and to her car.
She found a parking spot in the back of the club. It was 9:10, so she wasn’t too late. She walked in the club. She could hear him singing. His voice sent shivers through her body. She made her way up to the floor. She was being pushed every way. Patrick seen her. He was worried she wasn’t going to show. He smiled at her. She smiled. They played a hour set. Afterwards Bobbie walked up to the bar and got a Diet Coke. "Hey Babe." She felt two arms around her waist. She turned around. "You were awesome." She gave him a kiss. "Thank you. How was your day?" She couldn’t think of the phone call or she would break down. "Um, okay." The tears started coming. "Hey, what’s wrong.?" "Nothing. I gotta get out of here." "Let me tell the guys I’m leaving with you."
A few minutes later Patrick was back. "Let’s go. I’ll drive." She took his hand and gave him the keys. They drove in silence. When they walked in the house Samantha was in the kitchen. "Hey Bobbie, Patrick." "Hi, Bobbie and I are going to talk in her room." "Okay. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t." She didn’t see Bobbie’s face. When they got to the room Patrick closed the door. "Okay, spill it." "Patrick, it’s not that easy." She sat on the bed next to Patrick. "Try me. I want to help you." "You don’t want to get mix up in this." He took both her hands in his. "I do. I care for you so much. I need to know how to help you." "Okay. It started in 9th grade. I went to a new school and didn’t know anybody. There was this boy in 4 of my classes. His name was Jackson."
She got up and looked out the window. "We started talking and getting to know each other. I then hung out with him and his friends. By Thanksgiving we were dating. Everything went well, until the beginning of 10th grade. He started to beat me. If he got a bad grade, a bad football game, if I did something wrong, or looked at another boy I would get smacked around. We had sex for the first time on New Years Eve. I didn’t enjoy it at all. If I didn’t want to have sex he would rape me." Patrick walked to her and put his arms around her waist. She started to cry. "Finally in the beginning of the next school year I decided to break up with him. He took it bad. He beat me up so bad. He kept hitting and kicking me. Finally, he stopped. I don’t know how I made it home. My mom was gone for a week, so I just stayed home from school. He would call and come over. I never answered the phone or the door. When I went back to school, he acted so nice but I told him that there was no hope for us. He did take it better this time. A year went by and we would talk but nothing more. I thought things were going well or so I thought." She turned in Patrick’s arm. He rubbed her head. "You can stop sweetheart." "No, I want to tell you everything." She grabbed Patrick’s hand and pulled him to the bed. They sat at the end.
"When Jackson started beating me I started cutting. I hated myself for it." She rubbed her arms. "Anyway, a year went by and then it started again. He would call begging me to come back. I just didn’t know what to do. Finally, I went to my mom and told her everything. Except the cutting. We went to the police. They put a restraining order against him. They couldn’t really do anything because of no evidence. He did stay away. In January my mom left for a business trip. She didn’t want to, but I told her to go. One night there was a knock on the door. I answered it without looking who it was. It was him." She looked into Patrick’s eyes. "I tried to get him to leave. He just wouldn’t. he wanted to get back together. I told him o and to leave. He got mad and started beating me. He raped me too. After he left I called the police. I was taken to the hospital. They cleaned me up and did a rape test. My mom came home. She felt so bad. Jackson was arrested. All he got was community service and probation for 6 months since it was his only offense." She went to Patrick and held his hands. She could tell he was getting mad.
"I was able to finish school that year. In the summer I went to Northern Minnesota. I moved in with my cousin and her husband. Then I came here. He hasn’t contacted me until I got here. I just don’t know why now. They cutting is getting worse. I don’t know what to do. Whenever I hear from him or get upset I cut. I don’t know what to do. So that’s about it. No one knows about the cutting except you. Please don’t hate me." Bobbie looked down. Patrick took his hand under her chin and lifted her face so she was looking at him. "Oh Bobbie. I could never hate you. I love you." He didn’t mean to say it so soon, but she needed to hear it. She broke down in his arms. She finally let the tears come. "Shh baby. Let it out. I’m here. Nothing is going to ever happen to you. He’s not going to hurt you again. I promise."
He held her while she cried. "Let’s get you in bed." Patrick put her on the bed and found some pajamas for her. He didn’t want to change her but right now she wasn’t in any condition to change herself. He lifted her shirt up and put a tank top on her. Then he pulled her jeans off and put on her Mickey Mouse pajama bottoms. "Okay. Get in." He covered her up. "Don’t leave me Trick." "I won’t. You mean everything to me." "No. Stay with me tonight." "Are you sure?" "Yes." "Alright. I’m going to get you something to eat. I’ll be right back."
Patrick walked to the kitchen. "Is she alright?" Samantha asked. "She will be. I’m going to spend the night." "Okay. Take care of her." "I will." Patrick mad some toast and poured a glass of orange juice. Then he called the guys. "Hey Andy. I just wanted to let you know that I’m spending the night at Bobbie’s." "Ohhh. Have a nice night." "It’s not like that. I’ll see you guys tomorrow. Bye."
Patrick walked back to Bobbie’s room. "Sweetheart, are you awake." "Yeah." "I made you some toast and have some OJ for you." "Thank you so much." She got up in a sitting position. He watched her. "Can I see your arms." She looked up. "Please, Trick. No. You shouldn’t even be a part of this." "Bobbie, I love you. I want to be a part of you. We will get through this together." She showed him her arms. "Oh god." He kissed each scar and the new marks. When he looked up he had tears in his eyes. "I want you to do something for me?" "What?" "Give me the razors. I want you to stop this. I’ll help in any way." She couldn’t think. If she didn’t have the razors she’d be lost. "Bobbie?" "I will." "If you feel like you need to cut I want you to call me. Any time. Okay?" "Yes" "Now I want you to sleep. What time is your first class?" "I have only one. It’s at 3:00." Patrick turned the lights off, but Bobbie could still see his outline. He took off his shoes, socks, and jeans. He just had on a t-shirt and boxer briefs. She got butterflies in her stomach. He got into bed. "Come here. I promise just to hold you." Bobbie went into Patrick’s arms. She put her head on his chest and laced her fingers with his. "Trick?" "Yeah?" "Thank you for everything. I love you." "I love you. Go to sleep, sweetheart." She felt the tears coming. Patrick rubbed her back until she fell asleep, but he was worried about her.
In the morning Bobbie woke up with strong arms around her waist. It felt so good to have him in her bed. She turned around trying not to wake him. She smiled and kissed him. He opened one eye. "Good morning Bobbie. How are you doing?" "Better. My eyes hurt though." "They look a little swollen." "Thank you again for everything." "Stop it. I love you and want to help you in any way. We are going to get through this." "What do you have planned for today?" "Not much. I thought I would spend the day with this hot girl I know." "Hmmm. Anyone I know?" "Yeah." They both laughed. Patrick pulled her close to him and kissed her. He got on top of her and started kissing her neck and collarbone. He then put his hand on her tummy working his way up. He put his hand on her left breast. "Patrick." "Oh god Bobbie." He kissed her stomach. She was moaning and running her fingers through his hair. Patrick put his hand inside of her pajama bottoms and panties. He put two of his fingers inside of her. She moaned and rubbed again his fingers. "Patrick, don’t stop." Just then there was a knock on the door. "Bobbie, your mom is on the phone." "Fuck. She really has bad timing. I’ll be right back, Patrick." She kissed him and went to the kitchen to the phone.
"Hi Mom." "Hi, how are you?" "Fine. What’s wrong?" "I went to the police but there’s not much that they can do." "He called me again.." "Oh, no. Does he know where you are?" "No. I told Patrick everything. He really understands. I can’t wait for you to meet him." "I’m glad you have someone. If Jackson calls or anything let me know." "I will. I gotta go. Talk to you later. Bye."
Bobbie got some orange juice for her and Patrick and went back to her bedroom. Patrick was sleeping. "Honey, wake up." "Is everything okay?" "Fine. I brought you some juice." "Thank you. I’m sorry about before." "Why? I’m not. To be honest with you I want to make love to you." "Patrick chocked on his juice. No woman had said that to him before. "I know I must sound like a slut." "God no. I want to make love to you too." " I think we should get away for the weekend." "Really?"" "Yeah. I actually have a 3 day weekend this week. It’s Labor Day, so I don’t have school on Monday. Do you want to go somewhere for a romantic weekend then?" He had a twinkle in his eyes. "Yes. I’ll book a hotel today. When is your last class on Friday?" "I have an early class at 9:00 and it gets done at 10:00. Should we leave then?" "Yeah. Where should we go?" "I don’t know. How about Joliet. That’s not too far away." "Alright. I’ll book a hotel today. How does that sound?" "Great. We are going to have a great time." She attacked Patrick and kissed him.
"Bobbie, we need to talk about some serious things." "Oh." She got up. "I want to get you a new cell phone and I want you to give me the razor and anything else you use to cut." "I threw my phone yesterday and it broke. I’ll get the razors now." She went to the bathroom and got all the razors. Patrick was behind her. "Here they are. I promise I will not cut." "Okay." He looked down at the razors and could see the dried blood. Her blood. He grabbed her and held her. "I will always be here for you. A tear fell down his cheek.
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