Adopted By The Sidemen

|Chapter 37|Done|

Scarlett's POV

The word sent a shiver down my spine and made my heart rate pick up. It was terrifying.

What, finish the job? I typed, I was angry yet scared.

No, I want you, in every sense of the word, I miss us, we were good together. I lost it,

Awh yeah totally. Because putting a knife in my side is totally not toxic, and the yanno, whole beating the ever living shit out of me in your creepy fucking basement was just perfect.

I meant before that Scar... You were my everything, before you stabbed me in the back. Please, just hear me out. Was he fucking serious. I stabbed him in the back.

Leave me alone. You're dead to me.

And with that I blocked his number. I walked out the bathroom and Ethan was stood right there, I froze but then smiled quickly.

"What were you doing in there?"

"Pissing, why?"

"Because I didn't here the toilet flush, but what I did hear was your phone go off half a dozen times,"

"Freya wanted to talk to me, lady business," I said and started to make my way back over to the bed but was stopped when he grabbed my wrist, I span around to face him,

"I know when you're lying to me," He put his other hand out, "Let me see your phone,"

"What, why," He didn't need the worry, he was stressed as is,

"Let me see," He reached behind me to grab it out my pocket, and I couldn't stop him, because he had my wrist,

"Ethan leave it," I tried to grab it back out his hand but he'd already opened it, straight onto the conversation I'd had with Mark, his eyes went wide, as he scanned over the texts, he dropped my wrist and his face went red,

"Why," He took a deep breath, like he was trying to compose himself, and then, he snapped, "WHY THE FUCK DO YOU THINK IT'S OKAY TO KEEP THIS SHIT FROM ME," I froze, "I TRY MY FUCKING HARDEST TO HELP AND TO KEEP YOU SAFE, ALL I WANT IS SOME HONESTY, BUT IT'S ALWAYS 'IT'S NOTHING' 'I'M NOT HUNGRY' 'I NEEDED THE BATHROOM'" He was mocking me, I just stared at him, his face softened, but mine didn't,

"We're done," I turned around and grabbed his bag, throwing anything of his in it,

"What," His voice had dropped, I carried on gathering his things, throwing it all either at or in the bag, "Tee, talk to me," I grabbed his bag and zipped it up, and started to walk out the room, "Please don't do this to me, don't leave me,"

"What like you left me,"

"That's not fair,"

"Yeah? Well neither is mental illness Ethan. I can't fucking help the way I feel, I wish I could sit and eat a meal without thinking about how many calories I was stuffing my body with. I wish I could look in the mirror and see myself how everyone says they do, but when I look in the mirror all I see looking back is a girl with a broken smile, messy hair, cuts and scars that mark every mistake she's ever made, all the hurt she's endured, and still, it's not enough. She's not enough, and she never will be, no matter how hard she tries to keep everyone happy. And you made that even more clear today. I am not good enough for anyone, and I never will be." I was sobbing. Scratching at my arms. Breaking more with every word I spoke. I was at that edge again. Everything I'd worked towards leaving my brain. I was done, done with Ethan, with lying, getting better, the boys, the girls, and most of all life.

Hey guys,

I realised today just how close we are to 10k reads, like holy fucking shit, I know this chapter is hella short and depressing. And since we're getting closer and closer to 10k I really need to step up my game, so be expecting newer and longer chapters (I hope). I genuinely ly guys sm <3

-Katie