Why Me?:C.H.

This has cursing and what not. I hope you guys like it


5. friends

Calum's POV

We called the cops and they said she had been repeatedly stabbed. Layla is so upset. She's been crying all day. Even when she has puffy eyes and makeup running down her face, she's still beautiful. She's been in the bathroom forever so I'm gonna check on her. I knocked. "What" she choked out. "May I come in?" I asked. "Sure" she said. I opened the door and sat beside her. I noticed the scars on her wrist. She must have saw me looking because she hid her arms. But I was too quick. I grabbed her left wrist and ran my thumb over her scars. I lifted her wrist to my lips and kissed ever single one. She hugged me. "Please don't make fun of me. I am 5 months clean anyway." She whispered. "I'd never make fun of you. And I'm glad that you've been doing better." I whispered back. She smiled. "Thank you. For helping me and letting me live with you. Thank you so much." She said. "It's my pleasure. Now let's get you to bed." I picked her up and carried her into the guest room. I tucked her in and kissed her forehead. Before I could walk out she grabbed my wrist. "Stay. Please." She croaked. I laid next to her and wrapped my arms around her waist. She buried her face in my neck and we soon both fell asleep.

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