Life Is Strange: After The Storm (Chasefield)(Discontinued)

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A buzzing sound disturbs my sleep and worse thing about it is it's constantly on and off but it only lasted a minute. I smile a little when it stops and shift about a little in the arms of Abigail. Her skin rubbed against mine, causing a sudden arousal in me. My hands feel around for her chin so I could give her a long morning kiss. "Morning, Abigail," I say in a soft morning voice. "My head is killing me right now. Where's the aspirin?" I ask. "What?" Valerie asks with a confused tone. I fire my eyes open and look to her frightened ones. I then look under the blanket and horror struck me like a bolt of lightning. "Oh my God." I look to Val again who goes red with embarrassment.

I then look to my phone to see several miss calls from Abigail. "Shit!" I exclaim as I jump out of bed and cover myself. "Victoria, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Val says as she covers herself with the blanket. "The fuck happened last night?! Did we actually have sex? Fuck, of course we did, you're covered in love marks!" "You seduced me! I told you no but you seduced me!" She exclaims, sounding terribly upset about it. "Jesus Christ, Val. Did you not think about the possible fact that I was drunk?" I begin to get dressed quickly while my migraine grew more painful.

"I didn't think you were that drunk. You sounded pretty present when talking about some girl from Arcadia Bay and after a few more bottles you started touching my thigh and kissing me and shit. You said that no one would know and I was obviously into it and believed you were wanting to distract yourself." Her explanation is something I can believe because I've said something like that before when drunk and I left a fuck ton of marks on her.

"I'm sorry, Victoria. Abigail doesn't need to know about this. The marks I gave you blend in pretty well with her ones." I sigh after pulling on my top and wipe some tears off my cheeks. "It was just a drunk mistake. It was my fault so don't worry." "Are you goin' to tell her?" She asks quietly. "No. I'll just say I got upset and came here and passed out drunk. Don't tell anyone, Valerie. I mean it."

I throw on my jacket and slide my phone into my pocket, tying my shoes with a struggle. "Here, there's some aspirin. How are you feeling after last night?" She asks as she throws some aspirin on the bed and begins to dress. "I feel better about my parents throwing me out... Even though it ended with drunk sex with you. I do feel relieved and I thank you for the help. Sorry for seducing you." I pop two pills into my mouth and swallow painfully as I head to the door. "No worries. Just stay safe on the road, please," She says before I leave. I climb into the car and start her up and rushed off and up the road.

I arrive at Abigail's and rush in a little panicked as I head upstairs to see her. She sat in her room at her desk watching a piano tutorial and she turns to me with a disappointed frown. "You were supposed to be here an hour ago and your parents won't answer my calls." She even sounds disappointed. I take a deep breath, hands shaking and tears ready to fall. "Dinner with my parents didn't go well last night. They were insensitive, called me an embarrassment and told me to get out... I told them about us, Abby. The band too." She hops off the chair and hesitantly gives me a hug, resting her head on my shoulder. "You still have us, Tori. Where did you go after you left theirs?"

"I went to Val's," I answer hesitantly. She loosens her hold on me and this just upsets me more. "I didn't want to come back here in a state and worry you. I got drunk at Val's and passed out. She helped calm me, Abigail... You aren't mad, are you?" I ask quietly, crying silently in her ear. "No, Victoria. I'm not mad. Just glad you're home safe." She tightens her hold and sighs. "I'm sorry for worrying you. I'm so sorry." "Hey, it's okay. We're here now and you're safe. That's all that matters." She gives me a peck on the lips and smiles softly, eyes on the left of my neck. "I'm surprised I didn't suck your blood two nights ago. You should take a shower. You smell like alcohol.

I nod and hang my jacket, beginning to strip down once in the bathroom and hopping into the show. I stupidly left my phone in the bedroom so I hope Val hasn't messaged about the drunk mistake. I don't think Abigail would take it too kindly if she found out. She might lose her shit and do something stupid like attacking Val. It might even depress her. I've noticed she's been a little down lately so maybe I can treat her to something. "Hey, Misty?" I call as I scrub myself down. "Yeah?" She replies. "Wanna do anything later? Anything fun on your mind?" I ask, smiling a little as I speak. "Maybe," she replies with a suspicious tone.

I finish my shower and dry myself off before heading back into the room and throwing on some new clothes. "Maybe a slow dance? I'm not sure if they're your thing or not." I just smile and take hold of her waist as the music she put on plays quietly in the background. She places her hands on my shoulders, moving as I move but eyes one my chest. I can see doubt in her eyes and lips for a brief moment but a funny thought must've crossed her mind. "You know... Maybe it won't be weird doing this at prom. I'm sure there's a few more gays in school." "Prom? You actually want to go to prom with me? What if they treat us like my parents did to me?"

"Then we'll take it and fire it back. They discriminate against us and we'll return the favour. Karma. We can't keep it hidden, Victoria. We gotta be proud of who we are." I sigh and lower my head, doubting its possibility. "I'll never be proud of myself, Abigail. No matter what I do. I've done shit to others that will have me going further than hell," I reply quietly. "Then I'll sin just as much so I can be with you. Come on, Victoria. Cheer up." She delicately takes hold of my cheeks and sneaks in from below, tilting her head so she can give a long lasting kiss and another after that. "When were you gonna tell us?" Mr Palmer asks from the door. I push Abigail away with some force and look to him, brows crossed like his arms and thinned lips.

I look to Abigail who looked terrified and ready to cry. "Abigail. Downstairs, please." Abigail hesitantly obeyed and shrunk as she walked by him. He steps into the room and watched her go down the stairs before turning to me with a hateful look. "Do your parents know?" He asks. I begin to cry again and nod yes, taking a step back and bringing my hands to my chest. "They threw me out last night. They hate me, Sir... Don't tell me you hate me too. You aren't gonna hurt her, are you?" I ask weakly. "What? No, no. I'm not gonna hurt any of you. I'm just really... I can't believe you're both homosexual, is all. You seemed like best friends, not a couple. Now I gotta pay her mother twenty dollars."

"You placed a bet on it?" I ask with some relief. "Yeah. I thought the marks was something like a rash. Her mother thought you two were... You know what I mean. I approve of you so don't worry about hate. Abigail's downstairs so she won't have a serious mental breakdown when we talk or get embarrassed." I nod before he leaves quietly. I dump myself on the end of the bed and cup my hands over my mouth and nose. They tremor out of my control and my mind is just a mess that can't be cleaned by myself. All this drama is reminding me of Blackwell. It reminds me of Max. She'd always try and avoid it but I would sometimes bring her into it. Like the shit I did to Kate, filming her and making fun of her while she was unknowingly drugged by Jefferson.

I've said it time and time again that I miss Max but I've not told anyone how much. Maybe if I tell someone, the pain of losing her will fade. Sometimes I wondered if she ever got depressed or hit that phase in life. She'd probably be hitting it right now if she was alive after witnessing Kate's suicide while trying to stop her. Imagine going up to a roof to talk someone down but failing completely. The heartache and extreme mental breakdown along with being shown on social media. All of that is what Max felt, I'm sure of it. Yet, she showed no sign of great pain.

If only I took the opportunity of visiting her that night instead of trying to cheat my way into the damn contest. I could've told her how I was feeling... I could've gotten a hug that I was so desperate to get from her because there was never that friendly intimacy between us. I was jealous of her... She acted like a quiet shy ass hippie who was nowhere near bothered about dating or her looks. She even had better talent with photography than I had and she was using a damn polaroid... It was dorky but cute.