𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚜/𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗

𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 two

14 days had faded.
2 weeks of being padlocked in my bedroom, refusing to leave. My mind couldn't face the world outside.

I hadn't really heard much from Tash or the other 2 men in the house, I'd done my best to avoid them, asleep when there was a knock on my door, not hungry when dinner was on the table, too tired when they asked to talk.

I was surprised to say though, I didnt feel pessimistic anymore. more numb, I would say.

I quite literally had no more tears left in me, meaning the only thing left to fight was the hatred, the rage. That of which I felt towards everybody. Including myself.

today was the day of my old friend Aimee Doorsan's birthday, in which she traditionally threw a party at her mansion in figure eight. i would typically never fail to attend, so what was stopping me now?

I felt an annoying itch to do something impulsive, something i knew I shouldn't. I imagined and listed all the fun things I could do in my head, creating an internal picture of the havoc I could cause as I brushed through my dead straight hair, plaiting both sides into a ponytail at the back.

I grabbed my car keys from the hand crafted bowl my mum made me for my recent birthday, shaking off the memorable pain and exiting my bedroom for the first time. I'd almost forgotten the layout of my own house.

I sneaked out the front door, hiding behind each wall in order to be undetected.

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I place my keys in my nude shoulder bag before stepping out of my car, my golden heel clattering against the concrete floor which reminded me of my life just 2 weeks ago, the sound bringing back friendly memories of parties and alcohol.

Adjusting the bottom of my navy dress so a little more thigh was exposed, I slightly crouch in front of the side mirror, patting my reddish lipstick and fixing any misplaced product.

Flicking my long straight hair behind my shoulder I strut along the driveway, red plastic cups scattered around the freshly mowed lawn and my feet carefully stepping over teenagers blacked out on the floor. It's only 8pm?

stopping in my tracks at the teens passing in front of me, my body acting like a crossing guard at a zebra crossing. music blasts from the speakers and i glance at the multiple couples hand in hand walking up the stone stairs, my mind straying to Rafe. No boys tonight, the little voice in my head told me, even though i knew she was lying.

My heels clatter against the shiny floors while I make my way through the familiar rooms, people's eyes continuously glancing at me, an expression of 'what's she doing here' on their faces as their eyes flicker to their friends in shock. News travels fast on this island.

I chose to let the stares boost my confidence, rather than make me uncomfortable.

I swipe a beer from the kitchen counter and remove the lid with my teeth, stepping outside to the pool, groups of different people sectioned around the area like the mean girls map.

My eyes met with him, and his friends.

his broad back faces away from me, the boys stripy pastel polo shirt making him stand out from his friends. Not to mention his backwards hat. That damn backwards hat.

his and topper's chuckles boom loud enough for everybody to hear, his laugh flooding my head with the memory of when I once adored that sound, the times where he'd laugh at the silliest things.

the 4 boys stand in a group toward the back of the gigantic garden, kelce perched on the brick fence with his arm around a blonde girl i recognised from midsummers.