Ink POV
I took a deep breath and teleported him here. Just doing that was straining.
He hugged me but still smelled like smoke so I pushed him away.
He was confused.
"I am not touching you when you smell like smoke or have cigarettes." I said quite irritated still.
  He sighed.
  "You're right. I'll throw them away." 
  I watched him throw the pack away. Is that it? Is he done? He took off his hoodie and hugged me. I smiled.
  It felt nice to have him there. He kissed me. Tasted like smoke to. I started coughing.
  He looked terrified. And gave me some water. I gulped it down and huffed. 
  I felt anxious again. I know I shouldn't. I'm safe! He's taking care of me. I'm fine...
  I put his hoodie on and laid on the floor. I felt so bad and thought about how I got caught. It was all my fault.
  I fell asleep. I could feel the nightmare I was having. I could feel being tied. Being hit. Being...being touched like that.
  I hated it. I started crying. Shaking violently. I was cold despite being in the warmth of my loves arms.
  I woke up, him asleep beside me. Keeping me safe in his grasp. I weeped into his shirt. That woke him up. He rubbed my back and kissed me.
  "Inky honey it's ok I'm here now. I'm here. You're safe." He whispered.
  Despite that I still felt terrible. I threw up all over him. He wasn't mad. More just worried I was sick. I apologized over and over as tears streamed down my cheeks.
  He laid me down and went to clean his shirt. While he was gone, I made a blade and cut where my wrists should be.
  I didn't cut deep enough.
  Error came out and saw blood running down my arm. He panicked and tied his strings around the cut to stop blood.
  He then scolded me for attempting to kill myself. It only made me cry more when he pleaded for my forgiveness.
  We're falling apart here. I need to fix this....