Hey Pretty Stranger

・❥・ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ-23 Please, don't leave me alone

"Call me when you reach her apartment," Vivianne said when they both had settled in the backseat of the cab.

Cassie waved and nodded at her, telling her to go already.

"I'm drowning...Cassie heeelp.....that whale is trying to eat me," Sarah murmured in her sleep, her head knocked out on Cassandra's shoulder.

"You can try telling the whale to go away, Sarah," Cassie said in an annoyed tone as the engine of the car started, "Just sleep for now."

Vivianne sighed looking at the back of the car as it started going smaller and smaller, and made way towards her own.

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Vivianne's pov

I entered the lounge gates, looking around myself and it was much quieter than before. Nobody but a few people chatting and drinking with their friends with faint noises here and there were present unlike that wrecked crowd from earlier. I moved towards the last spot I remember that I had placed my handbag on while conversing with Ben.

"Oh my god! My lovely sweet sweet purse!" I ran towards it when I found it lying on the couch in a disheartened way and I could almost see it shed some tears. I rubbed it against my cheeks. "I'm never going to leave you alone, my love."

I unzipped its chain and checked inside to be sure nothing is stolen and everything was just in its place. Well, obviously if someone wanted to steal they'd have taken the whole bag not just my phone or money.

I happily started my way out but a figure caught my attention. I stopped and tilting my head I asked, "Ben, is it you?"

He didn't look up at me as he continued to stare down on the whiskey glass. His hairs fell down on his eyes, making them look dark and I could barely make out what expressions he had.

I didn't know what was going on but judging by his glare at the glass I was sure something must have happened here when we left. I slipped on the seat next to him as quiet as possible and asked, "Are you alright?"

As though my voice had just woken him up from a deep slumber, he looked up from the glass and at me. I opened my mouth at the state of his face. "What happened? Did you fight?" I asked worriedly, touching the bruised part softly but he flinched and I drew back my hand. But then my eyes fell upon his hand, blood dripping from his palm like a river. "What the fuck," I took his hand in mine without thinking and checked the wound. It looked like a cut from a shard. I was horrified at the sight of his blood flowing out so freely and him sitting there like everything is fine.

"How...how are you here?" His croaky voice made me glance up at him from his hand. 

"I think I should call someone to help," I muttered and was about to stand up when he grabbed my hand and his eyes⎯his dark eyes were like an interface which showed the pain of his heart as he desperately said, "Please. . . please don't leave me alone."

I couldn't take my eyes off him as an unknown tear fell from his eye and slipped down on his cheek. I didn't know what to do but my body seemed to be working on its own and I couldn't go away. I sat back down near him slowly.

"I-I don't know what I did wrong...why did she...leave me like that?" he asked to no one in particular as he put his one hand into his jet black hairs.

He had a breakup? I thought as I looked at his bad condition.

"She said she hates me. Am I really this bad?" He said, his bloody hand clutched around the glass making it get red too. I winced inwardly, it must have hurt.