My Date With A Lynch || Raura

5.3

Now that the previous chapter is out of the way, I can continue. Lol.

Two uploads with a half an hour period span. Woohoo? Eh. I'm not very cheery at the moment.

Laura's point of view.

My eyes open - I'm still in the bathroom. Oh yeah, I locked the door behind me. I stretch. Pain shoots right through my entire arm. And that's when I remember; the blade, my arm, the blood. I look at my arm, seeing five thick lines of dried out blood laying across my wrist.

There's a sudden knock on the bathroom and a small voice comes through the door.

"Is anyone in there? I really need to pee." Ashley. I quickly stand up and look around for something to cover my arm with. I look in the dirty hamper that sits beside the shower and spot one of my moms old hoodies. I throw it over my head, putting my hands through the arm holes.

"Yeah, gimme a second, please." I say, grabbing a lot of toilet paper and dabbing at the bloody on the floor. It's not going away. I wet the tissue paper, hoping that will help. It does. I scrub at the blood and once it's all clear, I throw the paper into the toilet and flush it. I open the door to the bathroom and step out, letting Ashley zoom inside it. I walk back to my room, suddenly feeling really selfish for so many reasons.

1. I pretty much broke Ross' heart.

2. I just cut myself on purpose.

3. I'm wearing moms old hoodie - it used to belong to dad, but mom stole it from him.

4. I snapped at Derrick for no particular reason other than that I'm emotional and temperamental at the moment.

I open the door to my room and sit on my bed, falling back. I stand up again and peel moms hoodie off of me. I grab one of my own hoodies and put it on. I hear the toilet flush and Ashley walks down the stairs, so I rush back into the bathroom and chuck moms hoodie right back into the hamper. I start to make my way back to my room, when Derrick yells up the stairs saying that dinner is ready.

"Geez, how long was I out for?" I ask myself as I take a detour from my room and walk downstairs, going into the dining room where Mom, Dad, Rick and Ashley are already seated with dinner in front of them. Derrick doesn't look at me. He just stares down at his plate and plays with his food. I sit in my seat beside mom and thank her for cooking before digging into my dinner. Mom is the best chef, she walkways cooks the best meals. Dad's specialty is to stay out of moms way whenever she cooks, which I find funny in a way.

For the time it takes for all of us to eat dinner and chat, it almost feels as if nothing is wrong. It almost feels as if nothing has happened - as if I didn't cheat on Ross, as if I didn't go on a date with Ishka, as if Ross didn't just practically break up with me, as if I didn't yell at Derrick from frustration, and as if I didn't purposely cut myself five times in the bathroom upstairs.

But if I'm being honest here, I know that every one of those happened. Including the break up one. As much as I wish it never happened, it did. And I don't blame him either, because it's my fault. I took things too far with something so small. Instead of getting pissed off that he slammed the door in Ishka's face, I should've turned to him and teased him about being jealous, because that's what a normal and good girlfriend would do. But no, I had to ruin everything by letting my temper and my friend quality get in the way which now I realize has caused me so much pain in the past 24 hours.

When dinner is finished, I offer to clear the table because I really don't want to wash it up and get suds into my cuts. That wouldn't be sanitary and it would hurt. So, Ashley and Derrick end up washing and drying up. I waddle into the living room where my mom and dad currently are seated watching some chick flick that mom had picked out. I slide past them in my wooly socks and walk back up to my room once again. I hear my phone ding and I see a text message from an old friend. Milly. Wow, I haven't heard from her in ages. I open the text and read what she had sent me:

Party tonight. Would be nice to catch up. Come?

I type in a reply after a long train of thought and I reply with:

Sure, why not. I have to do something, right?

I send it and she replies with the address of this party thing. I rummage my cupboard for something to wear, when I find my floral skirt and white blouse. I turn my nose up at it, realizing that I wear the outfit too much in my opinion. I grab a dark purple crop top and some high waisted denim shorts that have studs everywhere and rips all along the hem. I top the whole outfit off with a cardigan that covers my arms and keeps them out of sight. I sigh, getting dressed into it and slipping on some vans shoes. I grab my flip phone and slip it into my back pocket before scooping up my car keys and jogging down the stairs. Mom asks where I'm going and I tell her. I'm not going to lie to her, that's wrong. If she asks a question, I'll answer it truthfully. She just nods me away and tells me that my curfew is midnight, which is pretty reasonable. I hug her goodbye and kiss my dad on the forehead before leaving to get in my car. I drive my way to the location of the party, music getting louder as I head down the street on the address that Milly had given me. I stop the car out front of a house that looks as if a wild party is going on. Or the front of the house mingling with a few guys, I see Milly with her long light orange hair and her really skinny body. I park my car, getting out and locking it before shoving my keys into my back pocket with my phone. I run over to Milly and she squeals, hugging me tightly. I can smell alcohol in her breath - I could gag. I'm not a big fan of alcohol, but I guess tonight I can make an exception seeming as how crappy I already feel right now. Milly hands me her cup and giggles as she points to each guy, introducing them to me. From left to right, there is Dom, Luke, Felix, Ronald, Riker and Duke. The name Riker catches my attention as I sip on the cup of alcohol Milly had pushed into my hands. I take a closer look at the guy she had introduced as Riker, until I get a clear view of his face. Of course, it's Riker Anthony Lynch, of all people. His face is angry, so I turn around and walk into the house to get away from him as quickly as possible. I pull Milly with me, keeping her close with me so I don't get lost. I sip the last from the cup and chuck it in a random direction. I sigh, pulling Milly into what seems to be the kitchen. Milly pours another two cups of whatever was in the large fruit punch bowl - obviously, it wasn't really fruit punch. She hands one of the cups to me, "clinking" our cups together before gulping down the contents. I just groan at her and sip on the cup. She pushes the cup up with her hand, causing me to drink the whole cup in one blow. I choke on a small amount of the alcohol as Milly pulls the cup away from my face. She giggles, bouncing next to me and wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"This is fun!" She yells over the extremely loud music.

A few hours pass and it comes close to midnight. I've had a couple of drinks, maybe ten at most? I honestly have no idea because I stopped keeping track after the third cup. I hiccup, stumbling to my car. I pull my keys out of my pocket and sloppily push the key into the slot. I open my car door, sitting in the front seat and driving off down the street. My car rides off the road a few times before I see blurry lights of blue and red in my rear view mirror. I stop my car, entertained by the lights as they flicker. I reach out and touch the mirror. My window is already rolled down by the time the police officer stands at the opening. He leans down and inspects my state.

I spend the next hour doing tests and walking in a crooked line before I get put into a small temporary jail cell and apparently wait for my parents to come and bail me out and obviously pick me up. I watch as my mom and dad walk into the small jail with disappointed looks on their faces. My expression saddens, as do my emotions. The cell opens and my parents take me home without a single word. They just make me drink a strong coffee and tuck me into bed. Sleep consumes me quickly, darkness spreading everywhere. And I'm out - just like that, just like a light being switched off, I'm asleep.