The girl next door, - ᴛ.ᴋᴀᴜʟɪᴛᴢ

chapter nineteen.

• COOLEST. GIRL. EVER. - JJ DEMON

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5:48A.M.

☠︎︎ 𝚃𝙾𝙼'𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚅

I walked around, practically hobbling. By now, everyone was passed out on the floor in their own vomit or still jumping around drinking. I was a bit of both without the vomiting.

My knees gave in front of the toilet, one hand on the wall for support, while I puked up all I had drank and taken in the past few hours.

Maybe not.

I held my dreads behind my head, groaning at the overwhelming nausea in my stomach. I slumped back against the wall, looking around the filthy place with a small laugh. Fuck, what am I even doing?

With the last of my strength, I held onto the sink, slowly getting up and brushing off my jeans. I ran the faucet, watching brown water run out.

My face hardened and I stepped back, pulling out a piece of gum from my pocket and unwrapping it before setting it in my mouth with a slow chew. I stepped over the passed out guy with his dick out, and made my way back upto the room Mandy was in.

I tilted my head, muttering under my breath as I pushed two girls out of the way with a small sway and sigh. "Fucking move, little bitches." I murmured, pulling off my headband as I leaned against the doorframe with a disappointed expression.

Mandy, passed out, needle in her arm with a bunch of blood trailing down her purple veins. I sighed, approaching and pulling it out with a wince before I pressed my headband over it.

"Hey, baby, wake up." I shook her.

. . .

I shook her again, almost panicked this time before she stirred. I patted her cheek lightly, my eyes raking over her face. "Hey.. hey, lets get you home okay?"

She nodded a little. I tied the headband onto her arm, my eyes filled with concern.

Did she overdose or something? "Mandy, how much did you have?" I picked up the needle carefully, looking down at her.

"No.. no, just one. Uhm, like.. a full." She shrugged, sliding off of the bed with no shoes on, and her skirt barely covering her thighs.

Please don't get hooked.

"I ain't mad, you could have just.. been more aware." I kneeled, tugging her skirt into place. My arm went around her waist as I led her out, patting my pockets and looking for my phone, which was gone.

"Fuck," I muttered, looking around for Bill and the others. They were by the door, passed out.

I approached, kicking Bill and the others awake. "Yo, we need to go before her brother fucking kills us or the parents come home and see this house." I glanced back, then down at them before they stood and tried to regain their composure. "Yeah," Bill swallowed, nodding. His eyes were bloodshot, and his eyeliner was completely smudged. Crack addict look-a-like.

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It was freezing outside, but it was as if we could feel after the booze. It was just Bill, Mandy and I since Gustav and Georg had company apparently.

We were all laughing, and it felt so good after everything. Despite Mandy barely being awake, Bill and I being completely hungover it was so fucking great for no reason. As if it was the time we just met and all clicked.

But it wasn't, and nothing could be the same.

Mandy held my hand, letting out a small giggle. "Hobble this way," she sighed, leaning against her door and nudging it open. "Nah, we have to get home.. our mother comes back from Leipzig today."
I approached, leaning down and kissing her softly. "Are you gonna be alright?"

☠︎︎ 𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚈'𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚅.

I nodded, giving him a small smile as he kissed my forehead, and stepped back to walk away. I rested my head against the door, letting out a long sigh before I nudged open the door, and froze completely.

My father sat there, on the couch, cleaning a gun before he glanced at me, and smirked.

"They let you out." I slurred, distress etched on my face, and my chest suddenly tightening & heaving.

"Fuck yeah they let me out. Now come here and act like you're happy to see me."