Ivy's POV
"You look good, even if its just your regular clothes." "Thanks, I can always rely on you for a compliment." I said, rolling my eyes. When we got there, I parked the car on the side of the street and got out. "Well, we are here." Megan said. I felt uneasy of the amount of drunk people just outside the place with garbage around them. I let Megan lead the way into the kitchen where she offered me a drink which I politely declined. She saw Tristan in the kitchen and talked to him as I stood near her. After a while, I excused myself to the bathroom where Tristan told me was upstairs. After I climbed over many passed out bodies and got upstairs. When I got there I realized I should of asked which door it was. "Hey cutie." I heard from behind
me. I turned around to see a old man who was practically droolling drunk, was staring at me. I decided to ignore him and just find the bathroom. As soon as I turned around, I felt someone
grab my wrist. I turned around to see the man again, with his hand around my wrist. "You're too pretty to be here alone by yourself. Come with me." He yanked on my arm. "NO! GET OFF!" I yelled. "Oh I wont hurt you." The man said, yanking again. I screamed once again and all I remember is the man pushed me and everything went dark.
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Miles
Fanfiction"But you see Miles, people have different representations of beauty and what is right and wrong. People may find you attractive and some may not. Some people may think its okay to steal because they grew up around it and was never told it was bad,"...
