WARNING
Self harm
*Evielyn's POV*
I drug the blade across my wrist and winced in the pain that I enjoyed a little too much. I put the blade down on my counter and sighed a little bit. I watched as the blood dripped down my arm. I sighed a bit... I was doing good till a few days ago.. Now my arm is all cut up again. From the top of my wrist to the bottom of my elbow... It was really bad. I haven't been doing great lately. My dad's funeral was the other day and it was just terrible. Now it's just Silvia and I... My luck, Silvia is going to leave as well... Daijon and I have been really good and nothing has gone wrong with us so far.
I jumped a little bit as I heard a knock at the door. "Yeah?!" I shuffled to put the blade away and clean off my wrist.
"Daijon is downstairs," Silvia told me.
"Got it!" I told her and pulled down my hoodie sleeve. I walked out and walked downstairs. I smiled at Daijon. "You didn't text me you were coming," I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"I know, wanted to surprise you," he smiled at me, hugging me. I hugged him tighter, my head rested on his chest. He rocked us side to side gently. "You wanna go upstairs?" he asked. I agreed and walked us upstairs. I plopped down on my bed and giggled, watching him walk in.
"What you giggling about?!" He smirked at me.
"Nothin!" I giggled again. His smirk grew and he ran over to the bed. I squealed as he hovered me, one hand holding him up and the other hand made it's way to my side. "Daijon!!" I laughed as his large hand tickled my side. He knew I was really ticklish there. I laughed harder, squirming around under him in attempt to get away. He just smirked as he continued. "Daijon stop!!" I laughed harder.
"What??" He asked, "Who??"
"Daddy stop!!" I laughed, trying to push his hand away.
"That's what I thought," he laid down next to me, stopping. I giggled a little bit and laid on my back as I caught my breath from laughing. I rolled over and straddled his waist. I giggled a bit and leaned down a bit. I pressed a soft kiss on his lips and put my hands on his chest to support myself. "More," he whispered. I placed another soft kiss on his lips, barely coming in contact with them. "More," he grunted. I did the same thing. "More," he whined, pushing his head up more to get more contact. I pulled away though. I giggled a bit. "You shouldn't have tickled me now should you have," I raised my brow, "Daddy."
"Don't 'daddy' me," he groaned.
"Why no, daddy," I teased, giggling.
"Cause I said so," he grunted a bit. I kissed on his jaw gently and then laid down on his chest. I giggled a bit as I just laid on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and put his hands under my shirt. He rubbed on my sides and then started to tickle me again. I laughed harder and wiggled around. He flipped us over again and I laughed harder. I wiggled around from him, laughing hard. He stopped abruptly and his face fell. "What?" I looked at him, taking a few deep breaths.
"Wh-what are," he sat down next to me and took my hand, "Why?" he looked at me.
"What?" I asked, acting dumb. I knew what he was talking about though.
"Evielyn, he looked at me. He never calls me by 'Evielyn' Nobody really does. It's mostly just 'Evie' I shrugged a little bit and sat up. I tried to pull away from him but he tugged my hoodie sleeve up. "Evielyn..." he sighed, examining my cuts. Tears started to fill the brim of my eyes. "Why did you do this?" he sighed, rubbing his thumb over a few of the cuts. I shrugged a little bit and blinked as a tear fell down my cheek.
"Baby," he looked up at me, but he was blurry from the tears, "What's going on?" he sighed.
"Just hard," I let a few more tears fall down again, "With my dad... and my mom... and everything. It's just a lot for me..."
"I know baby but you can talk to me about it okay?" he sighed, kissing my wrists, "Always..." I let a lot more tears fall as I watched him place kisses on every cut I had. "No more, I'm going to make sure okay? I don't want you hurting yourself. Talk to me okay? I'm here for you..." he looked at me. I nodded and hugged him tight, letting a ton of tears fall. "I love you," He told me. "You love me?" I pulled away and looked at him, scared. Everyone who has told me they loved me, left me. "I-I" I stuttered.
"I didn't mean that I'm sorry," He looked away from me, realizing I wasn't going to say it back.
"I like you a lot Daijon but I have been through so much.... I'm scared to love you," I sighed, "I'm scared for you to love me... I don't want something to go wrong.. Everyone who has told me they loved me, left..."
"I'm not leaving, I'm staying. I'm here to stay," he looked back at me, "Because I love you..." I looked at him for a second and nodded slowly at him. I stared into his chocolate eyes and then my mouth opened to start talking, "I love you too."
A/N-
Sad but so cute at the same time ahaha
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