Caraphernelia ~ Vic Fuentes

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I turned around to see who it was. Anthony. "Look bitch," he spat. "I don't appreciate you cheating on me like this. Especially with that faggot." He said, referring to Vic. I got angry and pulled my arm back. "That 'faggot' treats me the way I deserve to be treated. Not like their own personal punching bag. He makes me feel like I'm worth something. You didn't. You made me feel worthless and the sad thing was, I thought that's what I deserved. I cut myself, I made myself throw up meals to be skinnier because I thought if I was skinnier you would stop hitting me. I began to have a drinking problem because it would numb the pain. And I'm not 'cheating' on you. I left. I'm done with you. You're a piece of shit and can go rot in hell for all I care."

That earned me 3 punches in the face. I screamed out in pain and fell to the floor, getting in fetal position trying to protect myself. He kicked me over and over and stepped on my stomach, putting all his weight on me until I couldn't breath. I was gasping for air and everything was starting to go black until he was thrown off of me. I turned my head to see who did it and it was Vic. He was beating the shit out of Anthony. "Dont," punch. "You," punch. "Ever," punch. "Touch," punch. "Her," punch. "Again," punch. Vic got off of him and picked me up gently, trying not to hurt me. I groaned in pain as he took me to the tour bus. He went straight to the bathroom and sat me down on the toilet gently. He got some damp tissue and cleaned off my face that had been all bloody. He lifted up my shirt and inhaled a sharp breath. I looked down to see what he was looking at. There was a bruise in the form of a footprint forming on my stomach.

I prayed to god he wouldn't see the cuts. I closed my eyes and felt him trace something on my stomach. The cuts. "Adrianna..." He whispered and I opened my eyes. Vic was looking at the old and new cuts. The new ones were bleeding pretty bad and I could tell he knew it wasn't from what just happened. My lip started to quiver and Vic looked up at me. He pulled me onto his lap and rested his head on top of mine. "Why did you do that, princess?" He asked me softly. "Anthony. He made me feel worthless so I started self harming." Which was a lie. I actually started self-harming after Vic had left me but I didn't dare tell him that. Tears began to fall freely from my eyes. He picked his head up and looked at me, wiping tears away from my face with his thumb.

"You're not worthless. You're far from it. You're perfect, Addy." He said, looking into my eyes. I shook my head and he grabbed my face. "Yes. You are. You're amazing, beautiful, funny, and definitely not worthless." He kissed my forehead and stood us up. He began wiping the blood off my stomach and putting band-aids on the ones that had been re-opened. He took me into the bedroom and got me some clothes. He helped me out of mine since I was too sore to barely move.

Once he was finished helping me into my clothes, he laid me down on the bed and laid beside me. He sighed and didn't say anything for a while. He just laid there stroking my hair. "I love you with all my heart, princess. I'm so sorry I left you there like that. I was just mad he showed up. I'm so so so so sorry, princess. I really am." I sighed and hugged him lightly since I was in pain. "I love you too, Vic."

We were up for a while. We weren't talking though. We just held and kissed each other. I started getting tired and Vic noticed. "Go to sleep. I love you. Goodnight, princess." He kissed me one last time. I nodded and fell asleep.