𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | [𝟏𝟖+]

𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬.

"Who's fucking blood are you wearing?" Leo says as soon as I walk into the room. He quickly grabs my arm and pulls me into the men's bathroom.

"My father's," I nonchalantly say as I down the random drink I found on the counter.

Gross? I know.

But fuck did I need a drink.

I watch as his eyes widen and he freezes. He's really surprised I killed my father? I thought I made it blatantly obvious that I wanted him dead.

"Seriously?" he asks.

"Yeah, now go get me another drink, and grab Stephen on the way. Don't tell him what happened, I don't wanna ruin his night," I say. I watch as he contemplates on wether or not he should do what I say.

He doesn't take orders from anyone.

But he nods his head and walks out of the room.

Yeah, do what I say bitch.

I look down and fidget with my hands. My father's dry blood staining them red. My stomach churning and I suddenly feel as if I'm going to vomit. I quickly jump off of the counter and bolt to the toilet, emptying my stomach into the bowl.

"Who'd she kill this time?" Stephen's voice filling the room as he comes over and pulls a hair tie out of his pocket and puts my hair up. I hold my hand out for Leo to hand me my drink.

"I don't think-"

"Give it to me," I yell, cutting him off before he can say anything stupid. He's trying to figure out wether or not he should give it to me until Stephen nods his head towards me, silently telling him to just give me the drink. He hands it to me and I down my fourth drink of the night.

I'm not a lightweight... but whatever is in these drinks are seriously fucking me up.

"Come on," Stephen puts his hands under my armpits to lift me but instead it tickles me so I end up dying laughing. "Rose, let's clean you up. I got this Leonardo."

This isn't Stephen's first time having to clean up my bloody drunk body. When our mother died, I ended up killing the guard that was supposed to do his job and protect our mother.

Valid, right?

Anyway, I got super fucking drunk after that and Stephen found me on the bathroom floor sobbing.

So yeah, it isn't the first time.

"Thank god your dress is black," he says as he wets a towel and begins wiping our father's blood off of my body.