I wake up, yawning as I open my eyes to look around the room I’m in. I soon realize that Vic’s not in the room and my clothes are folded at the end of the bed, with Vic’s shirt lying next to them. I quickly get up and put them on, walking to the bathroom and quickly check my hair and leave. I walk out to the lounge room, I see Vic sitting on the couch. “Hey” I smile at him, and he doesn’t even look at me. I start to feel embarrassed; I put my head down and walk past him. I step out the door to Tony’s backyard and see Mikey asleep on the grass. I walk over to him and curl up by his side, he groans at me for waking him, but he throws his arm over me anyway. “Morning Ally,” he opened his eyes and looks at me. Literally not even five seconds later, I hear him say “What the fuck Allisah? Is that Vic’s shirt?” Mike sits up really quickly and looks down at me, cuddled up beneath him. I realize what I did last night, how much of a mistake it was and I start to feel tears stinging my eyes. “Ally baby, why are you wearing his shirt?” asks Mike again in a much softer tone. He puts his hands on my face and smiles at me, but I can see the worry in his eyes. I feel tears fall down my face as Mikey pulls me into his chest. What the fuck did I do? I made a huge mistake, he’s seen my scars. Fuck, no one’s seen my scars. I shouldn’t have slept with Vic, it’s going to end up hurting Mike and he’s going to be pissed. “I shouldn’t have slept with him. I’m so sorry Mikey, I’m so sorry..”

*Mikes POV*
I let Ally go carefully and walk to where I know Vic is right now. “You fucking slept with her?” I yelled at him, Vic turns white as he looks up at me from the couch. “I fucked up man,” he mumbled, “I’m so sorry...” I’m fucking fuming; she’s out on the grass crying because of him. How the fuck could he ever do that to her after what I told him “Fuck off.” I storm outside and she’s not there. She’s left already and I know that I can’t do anything about it.
*Ally’s POV*
As soon as I get home, I run up to my bathroom and lock myself inside. I strip down to my underwear and sit on the floor. I start franticly searching through my bag to find my blade. As I find it, I sigh of relief. I tear off my bracelets and see both scars and fresh cuts; my shoulder is covered in pink scars, my wrist in new cuts. I hate every scar, I hate every part of my body. I hate me. I take my blade and start cutting. Thin read lines of blood start to swell over my wrist, making me want to cut deeper and deeper. I move to my shoulder and press harder than before, a lot harder, until there’s blood running down my arm forming a small pool of blood on the floor. I keep cutting until I feel that there’s been enough bloodshed over my stupid mistake. After a few minutes, I clean the blood from the floor and put on my jeans and my bracelets. I hear my door bell ring “I’ll be down in a minute!” I shout as I out on a shirt and run down the stairs. I open the door to see Vic standing in front of me, fidgeting with his bracelets.
“Uh, hi..” I mumble, a little lost for words. I motion for him to follow me to the kitchen. I open the fridge but turn to face him, “You want something?” Vic stayed quiet and just shook his head. After a few minutes of uneasy silence, Vic finally talks to me. He almost whispers “Mike was really upset one night, and he told me about Jake.” Memories of Jake came crashing into my head. Memories of being shoved around, being nearly unconscious and not being able to move, not being able to stop him. Thinking of him makes me feel dirty. I try not to, but I’ve always got images of him running through the back of my mind, a constant reminder of the night that my life fell apart.
“I’m so sorry about last night; Mike came and yelled at me, he was so worried about you Allisah. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t ha-“his face changed, he went pale and looked scared. “Is that blood?” Vic stood up and moved towards me. Shit. I look at my shoulder and see that my shirt is red with blood. I fucking forgot when the door rung. “Yeah, I just bumped it on my way down,” Vic looks extremely disbelieving. “I saw your scars last night Ally, and you’re bleeding pretty badly..” he reached for my shoulder but I flinched away. Vic just looks at me with those sad eyes, so full of hurt and worry and heart break. I nod and lean forward, letting him pull at my shirt, exposing the deep wounds.