𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ♥

spiked (pre-death)

"come on maddy, it'll be fun" kyle begs as he tugs on my arm.

"ky, you know i don't like parties"

"please maddy? we will only go for an hour tops, and then we will come straight home"

"fine, but you owe me one" i gave in after his countless efforts to convince me. kyle did a little celebratory dance in the corner of my eye, thinking i wasn't going to see it.

and that is how i ended up here, at a random house in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by tons of drunk teenagers. i never liked parties for a multitude of reasonable and acceptable reasons; number one, they're way too loud. number two, i don't like kyle's douchebag friends. and number three, i don't like to drink, so i'm the designated mom and driver of everyone in kyle's frat. 

i actually don't know where kyle is, i think he went to the bathroom, but i could be wrong. i'm not 100% sure.

"hey, you're kyle's girl aren't you?" i turn to the voice and see one of kyle's frat boys. chris, i think his name is, or maybe dylan. i nod. 

"shit, i don't know how he managed to score a hottie like you!" he says.

i immediately feel uncomfortable, it's not the first time i've ever heard it, for people that are suppost to be kyle's friends, they sure like to make fun of him and tease him alot. i force a laugh, turn back around, and pull my phone out of my pocket, hoping he'd take it as a sign to leave me alone; which he did.

"here, i got you a drink." the boy from before said walking up to me, handing me a solo cup full of god knows what.

"thanks," i say politely, "what is it?" i continue.

"vodka and coke, i know you don't normally drink alcohol, so it's pretty weak. there's more coke than vodka."

"oh, thank you"

he's right, i don't usually drink alcohol, but it's friday night, and i'm not staying much longer, so one drink wouldn't hurt, right? 

i pull a face as i take my first sip, and chris, or dylan or whatever his name is laughs at me. it tastes gross, bitter. it's not my first time ever having alcohol but i've just never enjoyed it.

"hey guys" i hear the voice that i've grown to love so dearly behind me.

"hey ky" i say, as i turn to give him a quick kiss.

"what's going on?" he asks, slightly concerned.

"nothing, your friend just got me drink."

"oh okay, wanna go dance?" kyle asks.

"sure" 

we dance for a grand total of 10 minutes before i start to feel weird. my stomach starts to turn and churn, and my head starts to spin. i feel my legs start to give out beneath me, so i lean against kyle for support. 

"mads, are you alright?" kyle asks, concern and worry evident in his voice.

"i feel like. i feel like somethings wrong ky"

"okay, it's okay." he says as he slowly pulls me aside placing me down on a chair. "you're gonna be alright"

"what's going on?" one of kyle's friends asks as he runs towards us.

"seb" okay, so it's seb not chris, "can you wait with maddy whilst i go and grab her some water?"

"sure" seb says, as he looks past me to kyle. as kyle run's off to the kitchen, i feel a hand run up my arm. 

seb leans in and whispers in my ear, "let's get you to a bedroom so you can lie down." he pulls away and puts his hands around my waist, he rushes us upstairs to a bedroom and locks the door behind him. i can't see much, everything's fading together in one big blur. and the whole place is spinning, i feel like i'm about to vomit, and my head hurts like a slapped ass. i can't really tell what's going on. 

it all happens so fast, one minute i'm being pulled into a bedroom, and the next my shirt has been disregarded across the room on the floor and i'm being pushed on the bed.

*downstairs*

"hey alex have you seen maddy?" kyle asks, as he returns to the spot he left me with seb.

"uh yeah, i think she went upstairs with seb, she looked pretty out of it though man"

"thanks man" kyle answers but stops, "wait what do you mean out of it? she doesn't drink" he says.

"i don't know what else to tell you, they went upstairs, that's all i know" alex says before walking away to continue his previous conversation he was having with some girl. 

"shit" kyle mutters under his breath as he sets off upstairs to find maddy.

*upstairs*

"seb, no get off of me." i try to push him off of me but my body is too weak. i can feel his hands all over my body, running up my legs, on my jaw. at this point tears were streaming down my face and landing on the pillow my head was resting on as i felt powerless. and before i know it he's reaching around my body to unclip my bra.

"hey! get the fuck off her!" i hear kyle yell, as he runs towards us and pulls seb off the top of me.

suddenly, kyle is on top of seb, throwing punch after punch. i want to get up, i want to pull kyle off him, tell him i'm okay, ask him to go home, but i can't move. i start uncontrollably sobbing, and this seems to catch kyle's attention, once he's sure seb is out cold. he runs over to me.

"maddy, mads you're okay, you're gonna be okay we're gonna get out of here!" he whispers comfortingly as he strokes my hair, he picks my shirt up off the floor and pulls it over my head adjusting it. he picks me up bridal style and walks out the room, holding my like i'm a piece of fine china. 

i'm clinging onto his jacket for dear life, my face is tucked in his neck, and i'm letting out quiet sobs whilst he walks. as we walk through the party, everyone stops what their doing and stares at us. disregarding everyone's looks, kyle places me in the passenger seat of his car.

"don't worry sweetheart, i didn't drink tonight" he assures me, and he puts his hand on my thigh. i put my head on the window and close my eyes. i start to drift off into a sleep, lulled by the radio that is letting out a low buzz of music and the feeling of my boyfriend's hand rubbing my leg in solace. 

"mads, baby. wake up, we're home" i don't know when kyle started to call my house 'home' but i like it. my eyes flutter open and i try to stand up, but my legs give out before i was able to, luckily, kyle catches me and carries me upstairs to my bedroom. 

my parents are basically never home, they love to travel. so i'm usually home alone. once we get up to my room, he lays me down and tucks my under my blanket. 

"i'll be right back, okay?" he says and kisses my forehead. once he comes back he's wearing plaid pants and a plain black t-shirt. he gets into bed next me and pulls me so that my head is resting against his chest, making me be able to hear his heartbeat. 

"i love you so much mads, i never should've made you go tonight, this is all my fault." kyle says as he begins to cry. 

finally feeling a bit better, i decide to muster up the strength to comfort my dork of a boyfriend. 

"this isn't your fault ky, it's your shitty friends fault. you couldn't of prevented this, i love you." he leans down and places a gentle kiss on my lips. 

"we can report him if you want, he deserves to rot in hell for what he did" i snuggle myself closer into his side and sigh.

"i don't know what i want to do, but as of right now, i want to sleep" 

"goodnight my love" he whispers into the darkness."

i hum a little response of goodnight back. the last thing i hear before falling asleep is kyle whisper sweet nothings into my ear.

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this one was quite sad and triggering. sorry but i got the idea and decided to write it down before i forgot it. also please be careful if you ever go to parties because this shit can happen irl.

ily

-abi<3