TW: sexual assault, physical assault
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Often - The Weekend was playing when Winslow dragged me into the living room. Which was now the makeshift dance floor. He isn't one to get into crowds like these and dance, but he does it for me. I do enjoy a good dance crowd. Disregarding my social anxiety of course.
Moving to rhythm of the music, we enjoyed ourselves. That one guy Avy was talking to and Avy were close. Too close for anything PG. Ottie and Caden stood against the hall with 2 drinks each. One being theirs, and the other being Avy and I's. Saige surprisingly had Lorele dancing by him.
After an hour we all headed back into the kitchen. Avy and that guy were laughing, Saige and Lorele were just talking, and everyone else was chilling, trying to catch their breath.
"Everyone," Avy addresses us, "this is August." She finally introduces him. Greetings were thrown around. Before Avy wiggled her eyebrows at me and walked up the stairs. There goes that. Caden and I make eye contact and he seems annoyed. I distract by asking who wants shots.
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30 minutes goes by when Avy comes back down, with no trace of having had sex. No dishevelment, no messiness. I was confused to say the least.
"He wanted an actual relationship." She says, knowing I'd ask. Figures, they always do.
"Not ready yet?" I ask sarcastically. She rolls her eyes and heads to the dance floor.
Caden sees her talking to someone else and gets ready to go. Otis following in suit to drive him home, being the designated driver and all. I follow them out the kitchen and down the hall a bit.
"Where are you going bitch?" I stop them, aiming the question at Caden.
"I'm bored."
"Shoooore, and I'm rich. You're a pussy." I snark.
"Am not. I just don't care." He replies.
"Pussy." I call in a singing tone. Rolling his eyes, they continue out the door. I frown when I realize he didn't bother to even say a remark back. This affects him more than any of us realize. Tonight feels a little surreal. It could be the two shots talking. I didn't think I was a lightweight. Shit.
By the time I get back to the kitchen, Winslow, Saige, and Lorele are all gone.
"Where the hell.." I say out loud. I turn heading back out of the kitchen and into the sea of chaos, the living room. I try spotting any of them with no hope. Fuck, it's hot. I'm really thirsty. With that thought, I try to push back to the kitchen and can't get through. That is when I start panicking. It's way to hot. Is there water? I'm really thirsty. I must have said that out loud because a hand grabbed my bicep and led me to a small clearing in the ocean of sweat.
"Daisy?" I question so very confused. Why is Lorele letting her little sister attend such a party. Isn't she like 15?
"Here." She says handing me a water bottle.
"Thanks, I appreciate it. Why're you here?" I say opening the water. Tastes weird, but thank god she had this, otherwise I'd die of thirst.
"Don't have anywhere else to go. My room is taken." She shortly said, watching me drink the bottle. Lorele just left her here in a place like this?
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