XVI. Mommy

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TW: Mention of abuse, panic attack, being afraid of yelling,

Auditions went on as per usual and you lingered around Grace and her friends. They were talking about having social in your dorm room again. Cordelia interrupted the scheme, calling all the girls for a routine. You hop to her with a desperate look, gently tugging her arm. She looked surprised.

"Cordelia, I need the bathroom. Where is it?"

"Uhm- down the stairs and right across .... in the gym there's a a hallway," she says with a nervous voice.

"Thank you," you batted your eyes and skipped to the stairs. Her eyes followed you and a smile twitched on her cheek but she quickly went back to the girls.

Upon stepping back into the gym, you look over the crowd and spot Nick in a white tshirt that once again displayed his muscles, along with blue shorts and white beaters. He held his ball between his hands and smirked before throwing it into a basket. You roll your eyes with a smile before turning to the hall and pushing open the bathroom door. Just then, Liz walks out of a stall.

"Liz! Hey... what's up."

"Hi y/n. How's everything been?" she asked sympathetically. Seems like another girl who acts a lot different in front of her friends.

"Uhm- fine." you smiled weakly. "How are you."

"Good. Sorry about yesterday I just thought you had become a part of Grace's.. clique."

"No no they only praise me because Nick is constantly dropping to his knees for me I-...I don't know."

Her eyebrows were raised and she nods, looking down.

"I get it. I'm sorry."

You just dropped your gaze in defeat.

"I don't know why it's all happening... I missed you Liz I really thought we were getting along. I'm not like Grace and Alice. I'm just trying to survive."

"I get it y/n, I do. I'm sorry for being so cold."

"It's okay I just really was hoping for a... normal friend," you chuckled.

"You've got one y/n. Please forgive me."

"Of course. Thank you."

"No problem."

You go into a stall, dismissing each other with appreciative smiles. Closing the door, you hear her leave but another pair of footsteps were soon to follow. You don't think anything of it, continuing your business until a pair of beat up sneakers stood in front of the stall. Your stream stops and you close your legs shut, bracing yourself for the seemingly big scary monster of a teenage boy, about to do something horrible to you. You hear another pair of sneakers scuffing against the tiles. One goes to push open your stall making you shut your eyes tight.

"Please don't," you whimper with every muscle tensed.

"Where the fuck are the urinals?" one of them asks, making your eyes open.

"Did you hear that?"

"Yeah it sounded like crying. Someone's in there,"

One of the boys lowered his body and peeks at your uggs.

"Shit bro this the-"

"Hey! What are you faggots doing in the fucking girls bathroom? Get the fuck out!" a man's voice yells.

The boys mumble apologies and scurry out. You were left, still shuddering and holding your arms in fear. Your lips quivered, and you couldn't help but let the tears run from your eyes. You hear the boy's sneakers but a presence lingers. You try to hold your breaking sobs but it all came out in one loud cry.

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