friday 4th september
at home
He retrieved a clean pair of jeans and a t-shirt from his closet and slung them over my arm. "I'll get changed in the bathroom. Make yourself at home, and try not to fall over the extension lead," he said, heading back out to the bathroom. As he was getting changed, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. The cuts on his arms and legs, old and new, stood out starkly against his skin. Even those which had faded to white scars stood out from his skin. They were ugly and further confirmation that nobody else could ever see them. He continued to get dressed, wanting to have them covered up as soon as possible.
Once he was done, he headed back out to his bedroom, where he leaned against the wall. "You're seriously going back to that house after what she did to you?" He asked. That wasn't just a slap- that was full on assault, and Jamie hated the thought of Bella living in that environment any longer.
friday 4th september
nate's house
Sometimes, she felt bad about keeping secrets from Nate- about her constant fear of everyone she loved dying, about her dodgy eating habits- and especially about the whole methadone thing. But the thought of somebody knowing that much about her scared her. Nate was her best friend, and she was pretty damn sure that he wouldn't tell anyone or use it against her- but the thought of it still made her uneasy. She was sure that he had his secrets too, and that was how she justified all of her secrets.
"So, what's your mom cooking for dinner?"