𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 & 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 | 𝐕.𝐇

２１

maddy's pov

My head was now pounding harder than ever before and the tears in my eyes were making it so much harder to see clearly. I look around and thankfully across the hall, I see an open bathroom with no one in it.

Pushing away from the wall, I stumble over to it and close the door behind me.

I look like shit. My mascara was now running down both of my cheeks and my hair— don't even get me started on my hair.

More tears continue to fall as I try to flatten my hair and make it look presentable before starting on my makeup. I grab some toilet paper and wet it a bit before dabbing under my eyes, trying to remove any mascara on my cheeks.

As I do this, I start to feel weaker and weaker as the tears fell harder.

He's done with you, babe.

His words kept playing over and over in my mind, eating me alive until I break.

I had finally realised that I liked Vinnie. That I had feelings for him and had finally found a guy that could possibly like me back but of course Aaron has to come and ruin another thing for me.

Vinnie could easily find someone so much better than me. Someone who he doesn't catch 'doing things' with his best friend.

A knock at the door startled me into dropping the wet toilet paper, "anyone in here?"

"Taken, sorry," my voice was barely audible.

"Maddy? Is that you?"

"No," I say before leaning down and putting my elbows on the basin. I cover my face as more tears fall, unable to stop them at this point.

The door slowly opens, "Maddy, what's going on?" I hear him sigh and close the door.

"Vinnie hates me," I cry as Jack's hand rubs circles on my back.

"I'm sure he doesn't," he tries to comfort me but it's not working at all.

I stand up and wipe under my eyes, thankful that I got rid of all the messy mascara before he came in here.

My head was still pounding as well as everything spinning from the large amount of alcoholic I consumed as well as the forming migraine.

He takes my arms and slowly moves me to sit on the floor before I was able to fall over.

He sits down beside me, "what happened?" 

"Aaron happened," I wipe a tear away as a small hiccup leaves my mouth.

"Aaron? What did he do?" He moves my hair out of my face and tucks it behind my ears.

"He— he trapped me in a room and...he wouldn't let me leave and," a small sob left my throat, "he like, pushed me on the couch and I hit my head on the wall and then Vinnie came in," a few tears left my eyes, "and he thought I was doing something with Aaron and he blamed it all on me," I throw my hands up as more tears fell.

"Jesus christ," Jack mumbled and rubbed my knee.

"And your head? How's your head?" He asks.