Mileven One shots <33

Mystery boy pt1

DISCLAIMER:Might trigger some people as there are some references to sexual assault.(Not a lot)

They are like 17/18
In this Mike and El are complete strangers
They don't know each other
Enjoyyy :)

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Mike and El.
El and Mike.
Two complete strangers,coming from a completely strange town in which they had never crossed paths somehow,until now.

El's pov:

"Shot,shot,shot!"

The drunk men at the bar cheered me on as I took another shot of vodka.
I promised myself,just one more,every single time.
It was a lie,but at the time it was the truth.
A stupid promise to myself that I thought I could keep.

Recently things had gotten stressful at school.
I've been sneaking out every Sunday when my parents went to visit my grandparents in another town.

They had no idea.
They didn't know how much I was struggling.

I'd cry and cry all night.They'd heard me,thats for sure but had they checked up on me.
No.They had no interest in me.They just wanted me to go to Yale when I graduate so the only thing they really cared about were my grades,which were slowly becoming worse and worse.

I stood up from the table;I swayed and propped myself up with my elbow before carrying on.

I slumped against the cold bathroom wall.
It was icy in comparison to my sweaty,hot skin.
There was some burning in my throat and I knew what was going to happen.

Quickly,I hunched over the toilet,the brownish green liquid pouring out of my throat.It hurt,oh so so much.But this was it.This was officially a routine.One that I had been following for over 3 months now.

Sneak out,dance,drink,dance,drink,vomit and go home-ready to pretend nothing happened.
It took the pain away for a while but never fully stopped it.

I shivered as another wave of dizziness hit me.
Some more vomit found its way up my throat.
This time I missed the toilet,too tired to know what's happening.

Somehow I managed to get up.Clean some of the vomit that had gotten on to my leather skirt and walk out of the stall.

I squinted,trying to see the figure at the exit of the bathroom.

It was some boy for sure.He was dressed in all black,the only thing that stood out was his light blonde hair which shone against the artificial lights.

Tiredly,I pushed open the door to leave but he kept it closed.

Harshly he pushed me against the wall and I knew,I knew what he was trying to do.

I pushed him away.Well at least I thought I did so.

He stayed stationary though,pushing me further into the freezing cold wall.My head ached so much.
That's when I realised so did my arms.
He had a firm grip on me.I was sure I would have bruises the next day.

He began kissing me,any shreds of self restraint melted away from him as he pulled me closer.

Before he could go any further I could hear someone shouting at him.

Then he let go of me-or someone forced him off.

I couldn't make out the person who took me.He was nice,I could tell.

Though, he smelt like he didn't belong here.There was no hint of alcohol on his breath as he talked to me.His clothes smelt nice.So nice that I could feel myself falling asleep.It felt like drowning though,water beginning to cover me.
No,it wasn't water.Just a sweater.
His sweater.
So soft and delicate,like his touch.

Mikes pov:

I studied the girl under street lamps as I walked back to my car with her.
She was lucky.Lucky that I was there to take her before that guy could do any more harm.

There was a part of me that said that she would've been ok.That was a lie in fact.
As I carried her,I realised he had done more than he should've.I mean,he shouldn't have touched her at all.
She's fragile.I felt like I was carrying a doll made of porcelain,hold her too tight and she would crumble apart.
There's something about her though,it makes her seem stronger and smarter than I might know.

For now,it didn't matter.
I needed to get her home.Put her in bed and care for her like a kind person would.
I'd be that person.
At the same time I'd have to be the one who'd have to break the news,tell her what happened.
I didn't want to do that,I had to though.

After driving for a while,we arrived at my house.
Thankfully my parents were gone for a week.
They wouldn't return until next Sunday.

Gently I carried her upstairs and into a spare bed.
I made sure to be cautious of her arms,which were in fact covered in bruises and scratches.

I pulled her shoes off along with her shirt and skirt.
I know that I shouldn't be undressing her,that's what someone like that guy back in the bar would do.In my case,I was doing it for a good cause.

Quickly, I slipped some joggers on to her bare legs-they were way too big for her small figure but it was ok,they'd keep her warm.
Also,I managed to put a sweater over the top part of her body.

Slowly I covered her with a blanket,ready to leave and let her rest.

Then I remembered.Makeup.
I stole some of my mums makeup remover and began taking it off her face.
Thankfully, she didn't have that much on.
It did make a difference when I took it off though.

She looked younger.I noticed how small she looked in the twin sized bed.

Sweat beaded at her brow,causing her hair to stick to it.I pushed it away,kissing her delicately on the forehead.My lips lingered,I didn't want to leave this girl even though I had only known her for half an hour.

It was only then when I realised how pretty she actually was.

I left the room,making sure she had a glass of water by her side,and went to sleep.

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No bc I legit love this so much-
This is gonna be so fun to write omg
Thank you for reading!

-Ally :)