Our Beginning | Mickey Altieri

Chapter Thirty-Five

"Hi there."

I am shocked, shocked by the fact he's here all of a sudden. My vision is still blurry, but it's not really blurred, just slightly. I can see him a bit clearly. "My god..." His appearance changed a tiny bit. His hair once blond, is now dyed black. He saw my eyes staring at his new hairdo. "I see you caught my new hairdo, huh?"

"What are you doing here..."

"I'm sorry?"

"What. Are. You. Doing. Here?"

My voice sterns with slight anger coming out. The blondie, once used to, smiles as his response.

"Funny to say, someone brought me here. He also happens to be in the same college as you."

'Same college?' "Yeah, I was just picking someone up from a different location before heading here with them..."

"Paul..."

"Ding! Correct." He starts leaning against me. Both his hands trail to mine, lacing my fingers with his as he suddenly pins them down between me in quick speed. "What the fuck Ryan!?" I tried getting up, but his grip on my hands are strong. He stands between my legs as I can't use them to push or kick him away. I'm trapped. The music is still loud and I tried my best to call for Mick. "Mick!"

"There's no point to call for him, you know? The music is loud enough to block any noise you make."

"God, fuck you, blondie!"

All of a sudden, a smile forms. 'Fuck...'

He closes the gap between us, both my hands still laced and pinned by his. I keep pulling away to prevent, but he kept on going for more. I wanted to cry. It just can't be happening. I barely met this guy and here he is, trying to kiss me. Ryan saw my tears and kissed them away from my face, only causing me to cry more. The more I try to wiggle myself away from his grasp, the tighter he would hold. "Please...leave. Me. Alone!"

"I don't think it's going to be easy." His smile once there, becomes a smirk. I felt drunk still and sick to my stomach. "Besides, you're drunk. You won't remember."

"I may have taken ten glasses of that fucking tequila, but no way in hell am I going to forget this ugly shit you're doing!" One of my hands escaped his grip, punching his cheek. "God, what the hell, Y/n!?"

"Stay the fuck away from me!" He was moving back from the punch, finally being able to move a leg, I kick him away. He fell backwards from the bed. I quickly got up and tried running towards the door from across until a hand grabs my ankle, making me fall.

"For fucks sake, understand that I have a fucking thing for you!"

"Why would I!? Why the hell would I fall for a guy whose personality is being such a dick to Mick!?"

"Just be quiet! Mick this, Mick that! It's. Always, Fucking. Mickey! You're better off with me than him!"

"As if you can fuck better than he could."

I smirk while he was left speechless and pissed by the time I admitted what the two of us did. Little did I know, that was a stupid thing to say. "I'll fucking show you," is what he told me before closing the gap on us one more time. My hands were still free, so I used the opportunity to hold onto his shoulders and push him away. That is until he grabbed both my wrists, pulling them down. I was stuck, but that doesn't mean I'm going to let this slide.

I pulled back and prevented myself to even see him. He hated the fact I moved away and kept going to try and kiss me. I moved back, side to side, which led him to pushing me to the floor as he began to kiss my neck. His legs, again, are between mine. I couldn't do anything to stop. I'm fucking stuck. There's no point for yelling for help. The music is on blast, everyone is talking and screaming to the song. No one can hear what's going on in this empty room. Tears forced to fall, I let them fall as I silently cried. He has on a strong grip, there was no way to escape.

Then, the door opens.

"N/n?"

Ryan stops what he was doing only to see Randy standing by the door frame. "Randy..." I perk up, tears continued to flow down my cheeks. Randy looks terrified and enraged.

"You." Ryan immediately got up, walking back from Randy.

"What the hell were you doing!?" The music stops, making everyone hear and stop what they were doing. Randy walks over to Ryan, punching him right across the face. He fell back, his back sliding down the wall. "You better stay the fuck away from them!"

I got up and tried to exit out the room. Paul ran and caught Randy fighting Ryan. "Randy, what the hell are you doing!?"

Paul ran down and dragged Randy away from Ryan. "Paul, what the hell!?"

"Stop! That guy is my friend! What are you doing to Ryan!? What did he do!?"

"Your friend... and what he did? What he did!? That fucker was hurting N/n!" Paul shortly glances, seeing me with tears smeared on my face. For the first time, I've seen someone pissed off by what their own friend did. "Are you fucking serious, Ryan!?"

"Why are you believing him!? I didn't do shit!"

"Like you didn't just hurt my best friend like it was nothing, alright!" Paul moves Randy away. "I'll fucking get you!" I ran away from the room, everyone had their eyes on me. Both my eyes caught Hallie and Reggie's as they saw me crying from earlier. "N/n?" Reg got up from his seat, less drunk than he was before. More tears fell as I ignored him and ran out the door. Great, more people were outside, yet it looked serious. Police cars and a news van were outside.

Murphy stood beside me. She turns around and finds me sobbing. "Y/n? What happened?" She seems very worried. I didn't want to talk about the event. "Long story. Where's Sid?"

"But what's wrong-"

"As I said, long story. Now, where is Sid?"

She points a finger right towards part of the sorority home. I dash my way through the home, ignoring people I passed by. "Y/n?" I heard a familiar voice, and it came from Dewey. I ignored him and ran inside. "Sid?" I call her name. No response. 'Maybe upstairs? No, that's a death wish. You know better.' I left the room and decided to go to the back.

"N/n?"

That voice. Once I turned around, the door slams shut as I heard her scream. "Sid!" I ran down, banging on the door. Her screams are loud as I hear crashing through inside. Beside me, a knife came through, startling me in pure fear. I see her running towards the window, calling for help. "Don't worry Sid! I'll get you out!" Running to my left, I ran off to find her. First Ryan, now this. It's gets worse as the days goes by.

Taking a sharp turn, I stop in front of Sid. She jumps and I lay both my hand on her shoulders to calm her down. "Sid, Sid, it's me." Her breath slowly drifted. "It's me. You okay? Are you okay?" She panicked again, nodding. What I decided to do, I ran back inside to find the fucker who's taunting Sid. "No, N/n!" I took a turn and reached through an empty hall. No one was there. Not until I saw the masked killer face to face. "Shit-"

They ran, slashing my arm as blood oozed out. I scream in pain, my eyes shut closed. A foot makes contact with my stomach, causing me to fall and face more pain. The door to my left was closed. Someone opens it, and that someone is Dewey. "Y/n! Are you okay!"

"He went that way..." I point a finger to the other open door. A second later, Dewey came back, kneeling down toward me. "H-he got me. He got me." Dewey takes out a bandage, applying pressure while he wraps it around my wound. I look up, making contact with Sid, just to see her cry. Tears begin flowing back again, falling down as I couldn't take this.

After leaving the house, everyone saw my injury. Dewey needed to talk with Sid, I immediately ran to Randy and Reggie, tackling both of them into a hug. Both hugged back until Randy pulled away, making contact with someone. Behind me stands Mick. He looks at me. The look of anger written on his face.

"I heard."