tw for rape and substances like heroin/ needles
night had come
there was a knock at the door, it was seth. i hopped in his car and we drove to the club. as soon as we got there i knew i had to have a drink, i trailed off to the bar and took me a seat, i drank atleast two cans and then the music had switched, from soft slow rock to hard, punk rock..almost like nirvana. i whiped my head around, there was kurt. on stage screaming like the idiot he is. i looked at him and we made eye contact, sparks had almost flew and my legs went limp. i couldnt bare but crave his affection, but i had to resist. it hurt too much to even be here. i couldnt be here when he was here, i had to get away. before i could get up the guitar stopped and i looked up, kurt had threw his quitar on the ground and jumped off stage to get to me. he ran up to me before i could walk away and he grabbed my shoulders. "y/n.." he said, tears in his eyes. "kurt..." I sobbed. I jumped into his arms, his embrace conquered me. my body limp and my eyes heavy. "y/n im so sorry..." he stammered. "tell me what happened." i said, leading him outside, we ahd sat on a curb and lit our cigarettes. i looked at him. "I was drunk, she pulled me into a broom closet and we- shot up together. i took a large dose and i couldnt even keep my eyes open. i honestly didnt even remember what had happened. i just passes out and woke up in the broom closet on the floor." he said. "so...she raped you?" I gulped. he looked at me. "women can rape?" he furrowed his brow, questioning me. "of course they can, they can rape men, women, rape is rape." i said. "i mean..i felt violated but- rape? i never really thought...." he looked down. "kurt...are you ok?" i asked. "i just need a second to let this set in." he replied. i leaned my head on his shoulder, he put his arm around me. "i missed you so much." he said. "im such an idiot for not letting you explain." i huffed. "i dont blame you y/n, i would have been livid too..." he rubbed my shoulder and chuckled...but i could tell he wouldnt, he was the type of person who would sit down and talk, but i acted to immature. "do you still want to stay with me?" he asked. "after what i did?" I frowned. "you did nothing wrong y/n, we all handle things differently." he scolded and kissed my forehead. "can we go home." i asked. "i have a show to perform...but your way more important." he got up and held a hand out, i took it and we went home, ending the night with physical intimacy.
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should this complete this series?
