Sydney's POV

Wow... I don't even... Fuck. It's a mess. It's straight out of a horror movie. I can't believe Britni didn't go insane. Her brother is hanging from the rafters and his head is on a spot in the middle of the room. The blood. I didn't know one person had this much blood in them. How am I gonna get this cleaned up? I really don't wanna involve the police... That would end up with Britni in jail, for some retarded reason or something. I sigh and grab a trash bag from the closet and manage to get Nick's body down and stuff it in the bag, along with his head. "Sorry Nick. We all love you." I whisper tieing the bag and starting to wipe the surfaces of the room. I bleach the fuck out of everything and soon it's like nothing happened. I'm way to good at this... "Well blood has always helped me..." I mutter looking at my scarred wrists and sighing. "Syd?" I hear CC behind me and quickly hide my arms. Why? He can't know... He'll hate me. "Syd... What are you trying to hide?" He asks turning me around to face him. His brown eyes eat into mine and sigh in defeat. "Please... Don't be angry..." I whisper shaking and his face softens. "What is it?" He asks and I slowly show him my art. The angry scars. I close my eyes expecting the worse as tears start to fall. I stand still biting my lip, most of the time when people find out I'm hit. I flinch as I feel his lips on my arm. I open my eyes as my jaw drops... He's kissing each scar. He's not angry... He looks hurt, sadden. "Wh-what are y-you doing?" I stutter throat dry. He looks up and takes my hands in his. "I'm proving that you're worth it. Proving that you matter." He whispers and continues kissing each and every scar. It feels good... Someone finally thinks I'm worth it. Britni always has and so has Olivia but I mean... It's different. "Syd don't ever do it again ok?" He says finally his voice shaking slightly. I look up and into his eyes and see he's almost in tears.. "O-ok CC..." I whisper and he pulls me into a hug. "I need you Sydney, I couldn't stand to lose you..." He says tightening his grip on me. "Y-you what?" I whisper and he sighs. "I love you... Sydney I need you." He whispers and I freeze. Did he just say he loved me? Did he just say he needed me? Wh-what? I'm unloveable right?