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Daddy's Girl

Chapter 30: The Release

{The Next Day }•-||||-•{ Around Lunch; 12:15 p.m.}\


Emmy’s POV

I was very, very happy with the outcome of my dessert for Harry. It’s so awesome, I love making them and I’m so happy I got to do it right this time! God knows I’m worried to death that he won’t like it, or that it’ll taste nasty. But I’m praying so hard that he’ll want it.

Just as I was about to tie the bow on it, my phone beeped. I sighed as I picked it up, but soon smiling brightly as I saw who it was. Harry! And yes, I did change the name on his contact…

Harry: Hey baby :)

Me: Hi :)

Harry: I miss you xo

Me: I know, I miss you too! :\

Harry: It’ll be okay. You busy love?

Me: Nope.

Harry: Have you ate anything for lunch?

Me: No.. why?


I raise my eyebrows, curious of what he’s planning. I have a huge feeling I won’t expect what he’s going to reply with, I probably won’t for sure though. Seriously, he’s so tricky.. but I love it.

Harry: Good! I’m going to bring you something. What do you want?? :)

Yep, I had a little feeling it would be something like that, but still it shocks me that he’s so concerned and so into me, but I love it. I really do, surprisingly.

Me: Whatever is fine :) Surprise me x

Harry: You got it babe. I’ll be there soon. Love you babydoll.

Me: ♥ love you too Harry









It was awkward, kind of. Harry was just staring at me as I stared down at the hamburger. To be honest, I wasn’t that hungry and definitely not enough for this. I sigh lightly, glancing up for a slight second to see him seriously staring at me, his chin resting in his hand as he watches me.

‘’Is something.. wrong?’’ He mumbles lightly, not removing his gaze. ‘’N-no.’’ I reply softly. ‘’Then.. why aren’t you eating?” he asks me. ‘’I.. I just.. don’t need this.. kind of food.’’ I tell him honestly as I look up to his gaze again.

It was intense, I could tell he was searching for a reason, an answer, a justification for my behavior. ‘’Emmy, can I ask you something?’’ He asks, sitting back in his chair, removing his elbows from the table.

I nod to him and he nods back, sighing a little as he exhales a deep, slow breath. ‘’Do.. do you think you’re fat?’’ He simply asks, normal tone of voice and normal expression. It was a basic question, but yet I was terrified to answer it. But I knew I had to, I must, I should.

‘’Yes.’’ I whispers softly. ‘’And why.. why do you think that?’’ Harry adds in. Honestly, I don’t know. I shrug a little, looking away from him. ‘’There you go again.’’ He sighs out. ‘’What?’’ I ask, quickly looking at him, but then looking away just as fast.

‘’I’ve noticed.. that when you’re insecure about something.. you won’t look directly at me. Like when we were in the bath the other night.. and you weren’t looking at me the whole time, you were afraid of the answer.. and I think right now.. you’re afraid of telling me the reason.’’ Harry informs me, sounding and looking concerned and worried.


For some damn reason, I don’t reply verbally, just shrug to him once more.


‘’Those people told you that you were fat, didn’t they?’’ Harry asks me, raising his eyebrows lightly at me. I hesitate at first, still afraid of this. I sigh, knowing that I will get nowhere in life if I don’t tell him.

It’s not like I’m telling a stranger this though, Harry loves me, or at least he says he does, and I trust him and I should be able to tell him anything he wants and needs to know.

And sadly, this is one of those things.

“Yes.. okay. Yes. There’s your stupid answer. Yes. And I am fat. Don’t try to tell me I’m not.’’ I find some courage, out of what little I have, to speak up to him like this. I jump down from my stool, walking away from the island.

I heard him sigh as I exited the kitchen, going to my bedroom. I was honestly not in the mood for this, not this certain topic at least. ‘’Emmy, wait.’’ I heard Harry call out after me, but I do nothing but keep walking towards my door.

Finally, after what seemed like literally forever, I turned the knob and hurried to the bathroom, locking it once I was in. And automatically, as if on cue, I hit my knees, my eyes started to slowly flood and my entire body just.. hurts.

‘’Emmy? Baby, open the door.’’ I heard Harry calmly say as he fiddled with the door knob, continuously twisting as if it would open by doing that, which it won’t obviously. I removed my hands from my face and grabbed the handle of the cabinet under the sink.

I open the door and reach in, not even watching myself because I know exactly where I keep it, and it’s the same location I’ve always kept it in any other house I’ve lived in.

Once it was in my sight, I could feel the release of pain, I can feel it. And what Harry doesn’t know, is that I lied to him the other night about be cutting myself. I do it more than he thinks, and surely more than he wants me to do.

I stare at the shiny, sharp, clean razor blade between my fingers. Inside my mind, horrible memories speed by over and over as Harry’s pounding fist on the door got louder and louder.

All those people that talked about me, the one’s that hurt me mentally and physically, everyone that’s ever said anything to or about me that was hurtful… they meant nothing at this moment, nothing but a reason.


They were my reason. The reason Harry wanted to know, and the reason that I told him.


Within the next moment, that cold metal blade made contact with my wrist, slitting into my skin, leaving yet another scar. It wasn't deep as some I've done before, but it was just enough for this moment. Just enough.





Scars are what make us who we are, right? I can’t help it that those people didn’t like me. I often blamed God for not stopping them or giving me enough strength. But during that period of time when I slipped away from religion and faith completely.. I learned that it didn’t matter, I make my own choices, whether they like it or not.



There it was, the release of pain, the blood.. the tears.. and the constant banging on the door and the demands for me to come out, even though I don’t want to, and I don’t need to.


Notes

>>•Thanks for reading by the way,..... we love you, you know ♥♥ Leave some comments for us please, they really help us and encourage us to never give up xx•<<

||•REMINDERS//NOTES•||
>>Abby will be gone for a few days, personal reasons that is, so B will be taking over for three or so days
>>Yes, Emmy done it in the story, but cutting yourself isn't worth it, we both learned that the hard way.
>>we wanted to touch on this subject a lot through out the series and we hope that you guys can improve your own lives and get some good advice from the good story
>>GIFs & Images, and Links, will commonly be in the chapters from here on out
>>The title is more of a literal term than actually something that is said, you'll catch on soon though.
>>we expect to go about 100-125/50 chapters, depends though, then go on to the next book<<

♥||• Something Special from Bri x •||♥
{this is 100% real, and this is personally my message to you -- B ♥}

[[Tbh, it’s hard but I’ve learned to handle it all. I realized I was worth something to someone and that I didn’t need my mother to make me happy, if all she wanted to do was drag me down and tear me apart.]]
{{With the baby, I’ve been pretty good. Me and my finance are absolutely happy with just the three of us and of course my little sister. It’s hard for me to handle that, but at least its not a bad case.}}
Until about October//November of last year.. I was suicidal, I won’t lie to you. I still cut myself when things just get TOO crazy for me. I’m bipolar, and I have anxiety and Bulimia Nervosa and I always seemed to doubt myself before. But now that I realize I have something to live for and someone who loves me for who and what I am.. I noticed that dying or hurting myself isn’t the answer. And tbh, it’s hard sometimes to thing about my past.. or to fight with my guy b/c things get out of hand fast and quick, even though we patch it up just as fast. (He’s bipolar too.. and when 2 bipolar people argue.. it’s crazy)
((•Now that I have my little daughter, I guess I’ve realized it more than ever. Someone needs me, there is a reason God put me on this earth.•))
I don’t who you believe in.. or what you believe.. But I realized that God gave you your life, and only he can take it away. If you killed yourself, he would never seek forgiveness for you.
It’s not worth it, besides.. we all have some reason to be on this planet, no matter who or what you believe in.
You’re here for a reason. My mother told me I was a mistake, back in December when I found out I was pregnant at 16, I turned 17 in March. It’s hard to take it all in when you’re mother thinks you’re just a total whore ((yes she called me that TO my face.)) and she doesn’t even want to be a part of your life.. your father’s slowly dying.. and there’s nothing you can do about it. That's my reality, I'm living that life you just read about. But you know what, that's okay.
Because I will thrive to make myself happy once more. I will do right, because in the end.. all this love for myself will be worth it. I can give my daughter a good life, live a long and happy life with the guy I love so much, and just know that I had an effect on this world, some way.. some how.

>>♥ If you EVER need to talk to me, here’s my personal cell number: (1)-662-688-0089. But only if you’re in the U.S. I’ll answer at any time and I will always do my best to help you. I will be there for you, even when you think no one else is. ♥<<

>>♥ Or if you like emails better ((either work for me!!)) here are my two personal emails ((I share them with my Finance)) brianna.and.drake.melton@gmail.com //// brianna_and_drake.melton@yahoo.com ♥<<

(({[•Sorry if I went all over the place. I just wanted you to realize that your life is worth it, and it’s important to always believe in yourself and never give up. Things will get better. They always will. And I know you probably think I'm stupid for posting my emails and number, but I don't care because I'm determined to help you in any possible way I can. I love you, no matter what happens. I always will.•]}))


[[♦-If you’re a little discouraged at ANY point.. remember these quotes….-♦]]

“It is often in the darkest skies that we see the brightest stars”

“Having a rough day? Place your hand over your heart… can you feel it? That is called purpose. You’re alive for a reason, so don’t eve give up.”


^^That picture above is my desktop wallpaper on my laptop. This is what keeps me encouraged, well a texture thing that does. I love this quote, only because it's so true.^^



MUCH LOVE,
Brianna xx ♥♥




((A&B))

Comments

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