Heather Duke x Reader

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idk why i always update this late at night. also, this chapter is a little seggual, so warning.

The principal of course believes the story Heather Chandler and McNamara made up, and they tell me to leave for the day. I still don't understand how I could be tired enough to just let myself pass out on Heather?? I've never passed out from lack of sleep. Not in this way at least lol

I tell them I'm too tired to drive home and they brush me aside. There's no way I don't look tired to them, like, the fuck. Anyway, I walk out of the office and head to the back entrance of the school to leave. As I leave out the door I begin to develop a horrible headache. Ugh, what is wrong with me today? I continue to leave because the school is just going to force me out of here if I don't go myself. I stumble on my footing as I head to my car and feel myself about to pass out again. I hear the scuffing of shoes behind me and turn around to see who is there, but my headache spikes and I fall to the ground. I grip my forehead, sighing and try to look behind me again and see red dress shoes. "You enjoy your drink, Y/N?" Heather Chandler asks as she squats down to grab my hair and jerk my head up to her face. I try so hard to keep my eyes open. "What the f....uck did you put in my drink...." I drop to the ground, unconscious once again.

I jerk awake and am met with a small plain room with one main light source. I remember what all happened this morning and begin to panic since I'm not at home where I'm supposed to be. I look down and see that I'm tied down to the chair I'm sitting in. "Next time I'll tone down the dosage," I hear Heather Chandler say and watch her reveal herself from the darkness. I groan in pain when I shift in my seat, the rope irritating my wrists. Heather Chandler walks over to me and bends over to be at my eye level. "Okay, I thought you were pretty crazy, but not this crazy," I say sluggishly and laugh, still not completely recovered from the drugs. Heather Chandler slaps me, from the insult and possibly to wake me up more. "Oh you'll see crazy." She stands back up and walks back into the darkness. "Get the alcohol." My heart rate picks up when I hear her say this. Heather Chandler comes back into view along with McNamara, both of them carrying a huge container. Once they get back to me they drop the containers to the floor, a loud clang resulting from it. "What are you going to do to me," I ask fearfully. Heather Chandler smirks at me and roughly grabs my chin. She jerks her head toward McNamara and she picks up one of the containers as Chandler squeezes my mouth open. I try to keep my mouth closed but she just squeezes harder and I give up. Heather McNamara brings the jug to my lips and tips the contents into my mouth. It's gotten to be too much in my mouth and I start thrashing in my seat. She continues to pour the alcohol into my mouth as Heather Chandler laughs. McNamara finally stops and sets the jug down. I go into a coughing fit. Heather Chandler pulls my face to make me look at her. "Where's Heather Duke....." I ask, now sluggish from not only the drugs, but the alcohol too😗✌️📸
Heather Chandler takes a swig of the alcohol and gets close to my face. She grabs the back of my head and forces me to kiss her and makes me swallow the alcohol from her mouth. "Heather, Heather, Heather. It's always Heather Duke with you." I look at her wide eyed, silent. Heather Chandler pauses, in thought. Then, all of a sudden, she pours the whole container of alcohol on me. "Heather, what are you doing-" "Pour the other one on her, Heather," Heather Chandler says. Heather McNamara does what she says, and I'm drenched by more cold alcohol. "Where are your matches." "Heather, what-" "I SAID WHERE ARE YOUR MATCHES!" Heather McNamara and I flinch. "They're in the kitchen." "Go get them." Heather Chandler walks back over to me. "You are never going to see Heather Duke again."

ughhh i dont like how i finished this but i must go to bed😌