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WARNING THIS CHAPTER IS HEAVY AND COULD CAUSE TRIGGERS.

Jessica

"So you'll get in tomorrow night?" I ask Hero

"Yeah, it'll probably be
late though"

"Okay, well, use the
spare key"

"I was going to stay at
Evans, but I'll be over later on
during the day."

"oh, okay"

I try to hide the disappointment in my voice. He has been acting weird since I returned from Alex's party.

"Are you sure everything is okay? I mean
if you'd rather go back instead of—"

"How many times do I have to tell you I'm fine? He replies, sharply and clearly irritated.

"When you actually start acting
like it... today has been really hard."

My voice is so quiet by the time it gets to the second half of the sentence. I'm almost positive he doesn't even hear it, and I won't bother repeating it because I hate saying it out loud, even if it's just to myself.

My dark thoughts have started to resurface again, along with my anxiety. For the last day and a half, it seriously has taken everything in me not to fall back into bad habits.

I pull my phone away from my ear, sighing as it beeps. My mother is calling again. She's been trying to get a hold of me for two days now, and of course, I have been avoiding her.

I need to talk to Hero first, but I haven't gotten a chance to. And with how he's been acting, I can hear him now.

"Why would you even want to put yourself through that? Why even go?"

His words swirl around in my thoughts because they couldn't be more plausible. I would love to tell my parents to go fuck themselves! And not go, but I can't.

It would cause too much backlash, and even though I wouldn't say I like the thought of depending on someone emotionally because of how vulnerable it would make me feel, I don't think I can do this without him.

"I know something wrong, so stop with the bullshit and tell me," I demand in hopes that this time he will.

"I told you it's nothing. I'm taking care of it."

"Then why can't you tell me?"

"Why can't you let it go? Why
does everything have to turn
into an argument with you? Why
do you have to make everything
so fucking hard?

I blink away the tears that are starting to form in my eyes. "I wasn't trying to. I—"

I got to take this call
I'll text you later."

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