The girl next door, - ᴛ.ᴋᴀᴜʟɪᴛᴢ

chapter thirteen.

• NOT ALLOWED - TV GIRL

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I slowly got out of bed, glancing around and closing my eyes for a moment before I tied up my dreads, letting out a heavy sigh as I walked out to the kitchen.

My gaze drifted to the running jet, my eyes widening as I quickly turned it off and looked down at Mandy. Passed out on the floor with a needle in her arm.

I knew she was trying out some shit, but couldn't she try and deal with it better?

I stared at her for a moment and lifting her off of the floor with a faint grunt, my arm around her legs and my hand on her waist as I walked towards the couch and laid her down.

Mandy stirred slightly, letting out ansmall huff as she slowly awakened and at up, glancing at me before looking down. "Hey," she said as she rubbed the back of her neck.

"Hey. What's with the nap on my kitchen floor?" I questioned with a smirk as I gently cupped her cheek, watching her smile happily.

She shrugged her shoulders, letting out a long sigh as she leaned into my touch, my thumb rubbing her cheek. I sat down next to her, lifting her onto my lap. My hand went to her arm, lifting it before I pulled out the needle in her forearm.

Mandy winced, rubbing the back of her neck and sighing. "Dunno. Just wanted to see what it was like."

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He looked at me, almost in a confused way, before he nodded slowly. "Does your brother know?" Tom asked, perking an eyebrow.

"He has better shit to do." I replied and ran a hand through my hair, my eyebrows furrowing while I wiped the bloody needle marks.

"Looks like you're following in his footsteps perfectly." He grabbed my waist, lifting me back onto his lap. My face hardened, and my eyebrows furrowed.

Tom tilted his head. "I'm joking, baby." He muttered, leaning forward and pulling some hair away from my neck before pressing his lips there, trailing kisses up to my jawline.

I never really liked neck-kisses until Tom started doing it.

My hand palmed the back of his head, fiddling his dreads between my fingers curiously. "How long have you had your dreads?" I questioned, watching his head rise from the crook of my neck with a curious look on his face.

"My dreads?" He asked, taking one for himself and looking at it. "Almost nine years now. I've got to get something different, don't I? I was thinking cornrows." He looked back at me with a grin, wincing as I tugged on one of them. "They're real, Mandy. Be gentle." He snickered.

Some parts weren't his hair. It was like.. a blond fabric or something.

Tom's hands continued to travel, and he started to kiss my collarbone and neck again. "Tom, cut it out. If Bill walks in, we're done for." I said quietly as he nipped my skin, pulling me closer.

"So?" He murmured, his hands squeezing at my ass before looking up at me innocently and unzipping his fly. I quickly put my hand over his zip, my eyebrows furrowing. I quickly looked behind us, then back at Tom.

He didn't even look embarrassed. He tilted his head, smiling as his hand slid into my thong. I groaned at first, my eyes closing before opening.

"Tom!" I whispered. "I said knock it off." I sighed, watching him roll his eyes and pull out his hand before he paused, his eyes stuck somewhere else.

"What are you staring at?" I questioned, my eyebrows furrowing as I adjusted my thong, then looked behind me.

Bill stood there, his eyes flickering over me.

"What, you're fucking him?!" He shouted, gesturing to Tom.

. . .

"Bill," I said quietly. "Bill!"

He dropped what he had in hand and left with the slam of the door. Leaving the house quiet and the two of us heavy with guilt.

"No, no, fuck!" I got off of Tom, watching him stand. "Just-- stay inside!" I snapped at him, grabbing a pair of shorts off of the couch and quickly pulling them on before going after Bill.

"I'm sorry!" I panted, reaching for his hand. He pulled away, pushing me onto the snow. "You're fucking my brother!" He shouted at me, pointing to the house. "My fucking brother, Mandy! You're like the rest of them! How-how didn't I know! You're a fucking slut!" He raised his voice, panting heavily.

"The first time was a mistake, Bill! I-"

"The first time?" He laughed. "The first fucking time? You've fucked him more than once? Oh my fucking god!" He shook his head, looking towards Tom before he went over to him. "You never cared to tell me?! Fuck, I should have known with all of the lack of sleeping around you've been doing!" He yelled at him until Tom pushed him, and Bill replied with a punch in the face that sent him to the ground.

"Verdammte Hure." Bill muttered under his breath as he walked beside me and just left the scene.

I looked at Tom, watching him slowly get up and rub his jaw with a sigh. His eyes widened as I striked at his chest, hitting him enough to at least make some pain. "I told you to stay inside, can't you just fucking listen!" I sobbed, panting and shaking my head as he looked down in shame.

My whole face was struck with emotion, and I was so angry and frustrated at Tom. even if it was my fault for even wanting to be with him in the first place. Why would I get with some player anyway? I've just ruined my only friendship.

I glanced at Tom, nudging him away once he tried to come forward to talk. I didn't reply and just left.

"Mandy," Tom stammered, his face filled with confusion and guilt as I walked off. "I need time," I whimpered.

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I fucked up for sure this time, and I didn't know how to fix it.