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I'm sitting up watching te Superbowl with my boyfriend - any chance of an update tonight, or should I put down the computer??? I am loving this story, and did really like Drunk Belle. As someone else has said, the 'blue eyes' comments were inspired. I think Aden will take the opportunity of the friendship, and then he can make his moves !!

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Warning: References to self-harm

Chapter 4

The blade sliced her skin, the cuts getting deeper each strike, blood dripping down her arm her eyes red roar from crying. For the first time in weeks she had left relaxed, the physical pain seemed to be releasing the emotional pain inside of her. “Darl, will you be much longer in the bathroom?” Irene called as she waited outside the bathroom door. “Ah nah” Belle said using her usual cheerful tone, convincing Irene that it was a regular visit to the bathroom. Wiping the blood of the basin with toilet paper and then flushing it down the toilet, rinsing her wound under the tap she quickly tidy up her bloody mess, placing a bandage across the wound Belle tugged her long sleeve shirt over her injury. “Sorry Irene” Belle smiled casually as she left the room. Irene didn’t suspect a thing; it’s funny how things in the family home can go unnoticed when they seemed to be right under your nose. It had been a few days or so since Belle and Aden had spoken, Aden hadn’t given Belle a definite answer, whether he wanted to form a friendship. At the point in time Belle couldn’t care less, she was had enough problems of her own. Although there were moments during the day where she wished she could cuddle up to his warm, soothing body.

It seemed any sharp object around the house was suddenly highlighted in the house, Belle took a lot more notice of how many pairs of scissors in the house, how many knifes left in the drawer. This is wrong, I’m hurting myself I shouldn’t be doing this! It feels so good, I can’t stop, and I really need help. I don’t want people’s help, somebody help me.

“Hi” Belle said quietly, reaching for her apron. “Mm” Aden managed to say. “There’s a lot of people here tonight” Belle pretended to laugh. “Yeah” Aden mumbled. “What is your problem?” Belle finally snapped. “My problem? I don’t have a problem” Aden addressed her, then turned back scrubbing the plate in his hand harder. “If you scrub that plate any harder you’re gonna break it” Belle said grumpily. Aden hissed back “I thought you were the one who told me I couldn’t wash a plate properly, now I’m making an effort and you just bite my head off”. Belle crossed her arms “You’re acting so childish, how about you grow up for a change” she picked up two plates of cinnamon toast and a nest of chips and nuggets. Two hours of nudging each other and an everlasting silence between them Belle went back into the kitchen as Aden prepared a chicken and salad sandwich “It’s getting pretty quite out there, I think I might close up” Aden nodded, facing his back at her. “Actually, why don’t you go, I’ll do it myself” Aden told her “Aden, you did you last week. I’ll do it” Aden turned around “Knock, knock Belle. Who’s there, Xavier. Xavier who? Xavier your breath I’m not leaving” Belle bit her lip and decided it was best for her to leave “Bye” she mumbled under her breath.

Walking home alone, Belle never felt afraid of walking in the darkness late at night, despite the risk of being assaulted. When she arrived home Geoff and Annie were busily doing their homework, Irene had already fallen asleep on the account of she had to be up early in the morning for a doctor’s appointment. Belle took a deep breath, looking at the kitchen deciding whether to make a tea to calm her nerves Belle immediately decided to go to the bathroom instead. “Arr, ouch” The razor blade trailed across her waist creating a beetroot red line. ‘Ouch, stop Belle, stop this. But it feels so much better than feeling this intense anger and guilt inside of me’ Belle told herself as she leaned over the sink, breathing heavy gasping for breath, she was close to throwing up. Her tears slid down the left side of her cheek, wiping it away quickly accidently using her bloody waist the blood made its mark on her cheek, scrubbing it off her a clean white washer Belle could see what she was doing, and how damaging it was.

Upset over Belle’s rejection, Aden decide d to drown his sorrows with the substance of alcohol. Bed finally managed to close her eyes after minutes of balling her eyes out. ‘Come back, please, come back’ Belle pulled her pillow tightly towards her body, drifting off to sleep a noise from outside woke her, looking over at the window there was nothing, slowly closing her eyes. Seconds later there was a knock at her window, was she just imagining it? ‘Vaughn?’ Belle called out, hoping it was her brother. “Ouch” a familiar voice climbed through her window, stumbling across the room and then eventually falling onto Belle’s bed “Aden?” Belle quickly switched her bed side lamp on. “What are you doing in my room?” Aden mumbled something which she couldn’t make out “Have you been drinking?” Belle shook him trying to wake him up. “No, I haven’t” Aden said almost sounding like a little boy. “Belle, knock, knock” Aden mumbled with her blanket blocking the volume of his voice. “What Aden?” Belle asked, tired of listening to his constant jokes. “NO, you’re supposed to say, who’s there” Aden winged. “Fine Aden, who’s there” Belle snapped, trying to keep her voice down. “No, Aden’s not there. Say who’s there” Belle rolled her eyes. “Who’s there?” She asked again. “Jimmy” he said yawning, “Jimmy, who?” she asked going along with his stupid joke. “Jimmy, a little kiss on the cheek, Belle” he said falling asleep.

By morning Aden and Belle were lying side by side in her bed. The clock read 7:13am; Aden awoke slowly refocusing his eyes, adjusting to the bright light. Aden had completely forgotten climbing into her bed last night, expecting to wake in his own bed Aden head jolted back with a fright Belle had never been so close her before. Sleeping peacefully Aden smiled, sliding his soft hand down her face, stroking it calmly, her chest rising then lowering with every breath this was the most beautiful image he had ever witnessed before. Observing her for a few minutes or so Aden looked down at her sleeve on her arm; a spot of red was stained on it, rolling it up to have a look. Aden’s eyes widened with fear ‘oh my god’ he whispered. “Mmm” Belle mumbled shifting her body slightly, then opening her eye lids. “Aden? What are you doing?” Belle instinctively pulled her hand away, shamed by her cuts “What have you done to yourself?” he asked anxiously. “Nothing Aden, get out!” Belle shouted, however it wasn’t louder enough to be heard upstairs, where Geoff, Annie and Irene were asleep. “Belle, why are you cutting yourself?” Aden asked again, not taking no for an answer. “Just get out of my room now” she hoped up pulling him by the arm forcing him to get out, however he was to strong for her. “Look I know you’re in pain. But this isn’t the way to handle it” Aden said in a very serious manner. “Look you asked you, what would you even know about pain anyway...” Belle continued to tug his hand. “Trust me pain is something I understand, but I hate seeing you like this Belle. You shouldn’t be doing this to yourself”

“Aden I don’t care, I can’t deal with this pain anymore. I need something to take the pain away”

“Then let me take your pain anyway, let’s be together Belle”

“I told you I want a friendship that’s all” Belle argued refusing to give into temptation.

Aden could see the fear in her eyes, fearing of getting hurt, “Fine, how about we take it slowly?”

Belle shook her head, “Aden, that’s not part of the deal”

“Belle, you need me. And I need you” he said hoping the message would sink in.

“Aden...”

Aden raised his hand and placed it onto the side of her face, “I’m going to kiss you now, if you pull away I’ll understand and that will just prove to me that you’re serious about a friendship, but if you kiss me back it means you want me”

“Get over yourself” she whispered staring at his lips.

“No, you” Aden laughed, pressing his lips against hers. After pashing for a couple of minutes Belle pulled away “See, this feels way better than slicing yourself with razor blades”

“Yeah, feels so better” Belle smiled, kissing him once more.

Not sure about this chapter, sorry its so short. Hoping you guys like it. Please comment xx.

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