Page 104 of Ruin

“He will give you your money, and you will put it toward college. So, what do you want to take?” I ask her again, it’s going to be hard for her, but I will look after her. She’s mine now.

Please be careful with this, it's my mom’s.

“It’s her mom’s,” I look at Hayden and he gives me a nod, then nods at Mason to get to the other side of it so they can both take it down to the van. “What else?” She looks around the room, then back to her sewing area.

All of this area, everything is mine or my mom’s. My clothes, and a few things from my mom.

“We will start with the sewing area, and you get your clothes, and anything else you want to bring with you. My brothers will take it to the van for you.” Miles walks over to the sewing area and starts putting things by the stairs, so Hayden and Mason can get them to the van. I walk over to Trixie to help her with stuff, but she goes to the bathroom, and I follow her in. “Trixie?” Her body tenses up, and she looks down at her drawers, then shakes her head.

I look over at Miles, and he gives me a nod, as I close the door. Leaning down I open the drawer. I take a deep breath in and kneel to the drawer as I look at all the blades, she’s been using to harm herself. Some of them still have her blood on them.

How fucking long has she been hurting herself? I close my eyes as I shake my head, as I think about her never once hating when I cut her. She enjoys the pain of being cut.

I stand back up, placing my hand under her chin so she’s looking at me. Using my thumb I wipe the tear away from her cheek.

“You crave the pain of the knife, you come to me. You don’t do it yourself. Promise me.” She closes her eyes, and shakes her head.

You will think I’m a freak.

“Already think that, but you’re my freak.” I lean down to kiss her softly. “Promise me. Say it, not sign it.” I lean my forehead on hers, I already hate the fact I never knew she was doing it before, she can’t do this to herself.

In the smallest voice she says. “Promise.” Another small kiss, I open the door and tell her to get her clothes together, and walk over to Miles to help him with the sewing stuff, because there is a lot of it.

“No one goes to the bathroom.” I point to my wrist, so he knows what I mean, Trixie won't let anyone see them, but someone will today. He nods, and already knowing what I’m thinking he hands me an empty box.

“She’ll be fine, you know we got her too, right?” Miles tells me as he watches Trixie putting some of the clothes in a bag.

“I know.” We might fight, argue, but no matter what, when one of us calls we will be there no matter what. And with this my brothers will always be there for me and her.

Finally finishing the sewing area, Miles and Hayden take the bags which Trixie has put together. My phone beeps in my pocket, sitting on the bed I look at the message on my phone.

Unknown

Not long to go…

I look up at Mason grabbing my phone to look at the message, I see a little curl of a smile hitting Mason's lips. “Any excuse to hit someone.” I laugh a little, to be honest I'm on the same page as him right now. “Van is all packed.”

I look over at Trixie, looking at the empty space, and see Miles and Hayden by the door. I walk over to them and Trixie stands next to me.

Thank you.

She looks at me and I smile. “You can say two words to them, I’m not.” She licks her lips, and I feel her body tense up next to me, and she takes a deep breath in.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

“See, it wasn't hard,” I joke, and she pushes me away from her.

Hayden wraps his arm over her shoulder. “If he’s being an asshole just tell us, happy to kick his ass,” he jokes, and I tell Miles I’ll be done in a minute, and to keep Trixie close.

Walking to the bathroom, I open the drawer, taking all the blades out and throw them into the box. If her dad thinks I’m letting him get away for ignoring his daughter, he’s wrong.

Walking down the stairs, I smile. There he is. Robert and his mom join us, about time.

“Trixie-”

“Back away.” He ignores me. “Back the fuck away,” I tell her dad, and he finally stops and looks at me. “You don't get to talk to her. You get to talk to her when she wants to talk to you. Trixie, do you want to talk to him?”

She shakes her head, and her dad looks back at me.

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