Chapter 10

Chase's PoV

I did not know why I said those things to her. Why did I?

The fact that someone who looked so lively and vibrant on the outside, yet sorrowful enough to harm themselves in the manner she had... it just didn't sit right with me.

Why?

I didn't know but all I knew was that she needed help but was too stubborn and shy to ask for it outright; so I had offered it to her, let her know that she wasn't alone.

Maybe I could help her. But maybe not. I could not see the end of this or what would come after but I didn't want to either.

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Yrene's PoV

For the first time in a really long time I went to sleep thinking about eyes that weren't grey but brown, a shade that would put molten gold and honey to the test.

I woke up for school, bright and early. Early, yes but bright, not so much. I shook thoughts of Mr. Drew from my mind because firstly it is wrong on so many levels: he is engaged or married for fuck's sake and not to mention a teacher at my school plus because he is an arrogant man who feels he is entitled to everyone's personal lives; my personal life.

This bothers me on a whole other level and his godly looks are just too much to handle. I mean he's not exactly a very tall man but isn't very short either, yet he could be intimidating when he wanted to be, not like Bear though... that man with his six foot something height was intimidating taken to the next step even though, inside he was a softie.

My thoughts begin to go towards Chase but I halt them before they can go rampant again.

Okay. Relax, Yrene Jones, like seriously stop it. Stop. Thinking. About. It. I blow out a sigh and put on mascara and the darkest shade of maroon lipstick I can find, my typical blood maroon, to match the black, full sleeves off-shoulder crop top I was going to wear with black ripped jeans and Chuck Taylor's; might as well look hot and aim for a fresh start without my, 'cigs' and thoughts of Nick.

It was high time I forgot about him. I had to forget about him, as Aelin said: crying over him would get me nowhere and besides my life was already too much of shitshow; I could move on from this one sided-love right? It couldn't be that hard, right? I do my laces and make my way downstairs, Mishy looks at me, awestruck, her jaw hanging open from its hinges and Ross lets out a ow whistle at me.

"Yr, sweetie, no, you're not leaving the house in that. Like nun-huh my baby sister, not like that mmhmm."

I roll my eyes at Raymond who is shaking his head while passing that conservative comment. Typical older brother much? I pat his shoulder as do Ross and Michelle, supportive of my clothing choice.

I smile at them in gratitude, ah to be a sister with a supportive brother and an amazing sister in law. My gratitude is short lived however, as I remember that my parents were back and it is only polite to go and say 'hi'.

I walked into their room after my mother tells me to come in, yes ladies and gentlemen I had to knock on their door, even during morning.

I see a dress hanging in front of her and I can tell she got it from the fashion event yesterday it is extremely beautiful; I could already see myself in it, with how I styled my hair and what shoes I wore.

"Do you like it Yrene?"

"Yes mother, it is beautiful."

"I know right! We got it yesterday for one of our models but apparently it's too huge for her however, maybe, you would fit into it, you know after maybe hitting the gym or something."

She sips elegantly from her white, gold rimmed, Versace cup, careful not to leave a trace of her pink lipstick., looking anywhere and everywhere but at my face directly.

Her comment had made me furious, especially the pointed look she had given to my bare midriff, thanks to the top I was wearing. She had called me fat. The woman I had called mother not two seconds ago had body shamed me. Not directly but she still had.

I give her a tight nod rather than telling her to fuck off as I would have told anyone else. At that moment my dad made an appearance and I could tell by his expression he could see the tears in my eyes but before he could say anything I took my bag and left the two.

Dad closed the door to their room; surely they were going to fight about what mom had said to me, dad would tell her she's wrong but then she'd end up proving herself right. Ha! So fucking typical. It was routine really, I shouldn't even take her comments seriously at this point after so many years. Okay who am I kidding? Anyone would be hurt by such bluntness, no?

Before Ross can question me or Michelle hug me, for the tears in my eyes were clearly visible, I politely excuse myself from the three and tell Ross that I needed to go to the washroom.

In the solitude of my tiled washroom I take out my blade and slash me ankle, twice, thrice, then I lose count. I wash off the blood, wincing at the pain and clean the tiles I had bled onto.

I plaster a smile on my face and re did my lipstick. As I got out of there looking more fierce than ever, what with the black attire and blood maroon lipstick who wouldn't? Just as I was making my way out the mahogany door I heard Michelle and Raymond call out after me,

"Nene you didn't have breakfast again!" At this point I feel like they know something was wrong but I cannot care less.

"Yeah Mishy, we're getting late. I'll just eat something at school. Don't worry!"

I call back but not before turning back to an angry looking Ross, what was up with him?

"Yr if you think I'm blind, you're wrong okay? I see you in school all the time and never once have I seen you eat there."

"Well go to the eye doctor then."

He mumble something about me being a stubborn ass bitch or whatever but I pay him no heed. We roll up into the ancient school's ancient parking lot and I instantly get out of the car, walk over to my friends who are waiting for me close by and together the four of us go inside the ancient locker hall together.

I get my stuff and am waiting for my friends to get theirs when I see her walk towards me with her posse.

There in all her high heeled, cake faced, tight clothed glory was Nick's girlfriend or whatever, the bitch I told you about earlier? Yeah, her.

This couldn't be good at all. What the fuck was this going to be about but before I can say anything the she devil speaks or much rather sneers,

"Yrene"

"Rebecca."

I reply with the same sneer and bite to my voice. This was going to be fun. Not.