⚠️TW⚠️ mentions of sexual assault
Malorie's POV:
We're wasted.
Even Baylie, who, is a very, very fun drunk. She's tried to give me a lap dance twice.
"Stop! Oh my god, Bayyy!!" I say laughing. She kisses me.
"Mwah. You're so pretty. I saw you for the first time and I stared because I was intoxicated. Am I using that right? Mmm."
"You're so pretty, love," I say.
"Nooo. You are!" She kisses me again.
"I like being drunk. I'm soooo happy."
"You're always happy," I say.
"Yeah, but, care free happy." I smile and kiss all over her face.
"Okay! Okay! Everybody listen up!" Star says. We look at her.
"We.. are all best friends. And I think we should get tattoos!"
"We're 16! And she's 15!" Crystal says.
"Look bitch. Shut up!" I say.
"Your fucking mother." I flip her off.
Speak of the devil. My mom comes in and turns on the lights. She stares at us. Baylie straddling my lap. The bottles on the floor.
"What the fuck?" She says, looking at me.
"Get the fuck up. Get up," she tells me. I walk over to her, and she grabs my arm and takes me downstairs where Declan and Lexi are on the couch.
"What the fuck is the matter with you?" She says.
"I don't speak English," I say.
"Malorie, I'm not fucking with you. And I'm not putting up with your shit."
"Okay. So put my shit down then," I say. Lexi snickers. She stares at me.
"What happened to you?" She asks.
"You."
"What did I do to you?!" She says.
"You know exactly what you did!" I shout.
"Clearly I don't!" She shouts.
"Because you only care about yourself!" I shout, before walking away. She pulls my wrist.
"Don't you dare walk away from me!"
"Why not?! That's what you did to me!" I say.
"What?! What are you talking about?!" I laugh. Hard.
"You're so fucking stupid," I whisper. She slaps me. I laugh.
"Excuse me?" She says. I smile.
"You're so fucking stupid!" I shout.
"How the hell do you not remember?!"
"Remember what?!" She shouts.
"What me and that boy were doing," I say.
"Oh, trust me. I remember that."
"No, you clearly don't! Cause when I collapsed sobbing and said "mommy, he raped me," you called me a liar!" I shout. Baylie gasps.
"Because you are a liar, Malorie! You can't call the raped me card when you get caught doing something you shouldn't have been!"
"I was 13!!" I shout.
"You think I was having sex at 13?!"
"Well you're drunk now at 15, so, who fucking knows. I'm not doing this shit with you. You're not gonna fucking cry wolf, Malorie." I stare at her.
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"Pretty Girl"
RomanceMalorie Abbott hates everything. Life especially. She feels as if she's alive just to suffer. Nothing is going good. She just got diagnosed with her 6th mental illness, and she has no hope. Baylie Lionel loves life. An optimist at the surface, she...
