My everything: 1

Suicidal Samantha's world comes crashing down. Cutting purging and crying herself to sleep every night started when Her mom died, and she ran away and her dad doesn't love her anymore. Then she met an angel. A sexy devious angel that is. Will he turn her into a better person or make it worse? Will she ever stop cutting or make it a part if everyday life and purging and crying ever might too? Or will he step in and ave her life? Find out In my everything.


5. secrets.

Luke POV:

Samantha heads to the bathroom to change as I ran to the door. "Luke! It's been about a month since I last say you bro! How was the flight?"

Ash hasn't changed a bit. Still loud.

"Great actually."

Crap. I'm blushing I can feel my cheeks getting hotter by the second. "

Luke's blushing," says Michael. "

What are you hiding," asks Calum.


Samantha POV:

"What are you hiding?" "Um.."

Luke is struggling so I head out of the bathroom still putting on Lukes tank. "

Damn. She's sexy"

Calum walks over to me, pulls in for a hug and looks at my bracelets. Noticing them he quickly backs up and whispers something to Luke. He shrugs. Crap. I try to hold back tears. Try. Try is the key word. Since I'm standing with my back against the bathroom door I turn around and head into the bathroom. Realizing I forgot something I open the door and pull Luke in with me. "

What's wrong baby?"

He grabs my waist and pulls me closer. I push him back.



Can I talk to you without anyone in your hotel room?"

Sure baby." He pokes his head out.

Luke POV:

I poke my head out of the bathroom. "

Um..guys can you go home. We can reschedule for tomorrow Samantha wants to talk to me." "

Sure," they all say in unison.

I open the bathroom door and pull Samantha out and carry her to one of the beds. I sit down next to her and she starts crying. She puts her head on my chest and wraps her arms around my waist.


I lift her face up and stare into her eyes for a second. Pain. Pain is all I saw. "

Luke?" "

Yes baby?"

She releases the hug and fiddles with her bracelets. I think I know what's going to happen next. She starts to pull them off one by one. Slowly like it hurts. Once she's pulled all 12 of them off, 6 and 6, she looks at me and she shows me her wrists. She says, "

I counted 10 this morning before I got on the plane."

I look at her wrists,10 doesn't seem like the right number but still, I can feel tears running down my face. I count her cuts. I counted 14. "

I thought you said 10?"

I look at her sad and confused.

I said there was 10 this morning."

I don't know what else to do so I take my bracelets off too.She stares at my wrists. For a long time.

"28? Fresh?"

Her voice cracks the kind where you're about to break down.

"Yes baby. Yes."

The worst part, was that she runs to the bathroom... and locks the door. I run to the door and bang on it as loud as I can. Eventually I hear the lock unhinge. She's coming out. She opens the door and stares at me.

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