Belly's POV
I put the blade to my wrist.
"Stop!" A voice called out. Conrad pulled the blade away. I wasn't mad, I was pissed.
"Give. It. Back."
"No."
I tried to grab it, but he put it high above his head. I gave up, I fell to the ground and started to sob. My life sucked. Everyone hated me. I even hated me. I was ugly and fat. I cheated on an amazing guy. Even if he cheated on me first. Maybe if I wasn't a terrible person he wouldn't have cheated. Strong arms held my waist as I cried into their chest. I looked up at the person holding me. Jeremiah looked back at me with worried eyes. I pushed him away and his eyes were replaced with confusion.
I looked away. "Where's Conrad?" I didn't dare look at him after that excapted my mouth. I turned around.
"Don't," his voice cut through the air like a knife. "He's going to hurt you. I won't. Run away with me. I'll love you forever."
I was a stone image. I couldn't move. What do I do? I turned around to face him and Conrad was behind him. Great. I looked at Jere. I knew who I was going to choose.
"Yes, I'll run away with you," I smiled at Jere. He picked me up and spinned me around as I laughed. He joined in too.
Jere was easy to be with, funny, and adorable. Conrad was stiff, boring, but hot. See why I picked Jere? I could easily love him. I was falling hard.
SORRY IT'S SO SHORT!