Hush Little Baby

Chapter 28.

*Warning*

This chapter contains scenes such as spiking, sexual assault and violence.
Please read with caution.

I hesitated. Not sure whether or not to trust the boy standing infront of me.

"Oh come on Layla it's just a cup!" He insisted  infront of me, shaking the cup in my face.

I slowly reached infront of my face, grabbing the cup gently. "Thanks, Adrian." I stuttered, not looking at him but focusing my gaze anywhere else, on the floor, behind him, the ceiling. Anywhere else but those brown eyes that seemed to burn into me.

I gave a weak smile towards him and began walking away, until I felt a grasp at my wrist. I snapped my head at his direction, "Do you need something?" I furrowed a brow.

"No.. I.. I'm sorry.." he began. I gave him a confused look. "Your birthday.. I was drunk, I'm sorry."

I looked down, not able to keep my stare on him. He still hand his hand on my wrist but not as tight, but that's all I could feel, was his skin touching mine, it felt like it was burning, the unwanted touch he had on me, the longer he kept it there, the more it felt like it was burning.

"Let's just move on and enjoy the rest of our night? I'll see you around Adrian." I barely spoke out. I wasn't forgiving him. Not a chance. No boy, or human being should feel like they have the right to touch another person, drunk or not.

"Yeah, see you around, Layla." He smirked and he let go of my wrist, turning around and disappearing into the crowd of dancing students.

I moved my wrist along my skirt, almost getting his touch off me. I rolled my eyes and scoffed at the thought of him. He repulsed me. Yet the girls loved him. Which I never understood why.

Walking up to a barrel of a not so strong liquor, I began to pour some into my cup. I already had so much to drink, I began to slow down. The last thing I want is a hangover tomorrow.

I stood at the side of the party, watching as everyone danced and sang. One hand I had my cup to my mouth, taking small sips here and there, I had my other arm wrapped around my waist. I smiled to myself as everyone was having a good time. I even spotted Raelyn and Blaise dancing and kissing in the middle of the crowd like no one was watching.

I loved that about Raelyn. She didn't care. She didn't care who watched and I admired her for that.

In a world full of Pansys, be like Raelyn.

I smiled, and I let out a giggle at the realisation that Im going to have to remind her tomorrow about our kiss.

As I finished my last sip, tipping my neck back and raising my cup to the ceiling, I got a bitter taste from it. Almost spitting it out, I looked into my cup and noticed little bubbles of foam at the bottom of my cup. 'What the fuck', I thought to myself. I turned around and found a bin, throwing the cup into it. I wiped my mouth at the sour taste in my mouth. My face was scrunched in disgust.

Seconds later I felt a heavy feeling in my stomach. My arms wrapped around myself where it hurt.

It felt like I couldn't stand, not straight that is. I knew what it felt like to be tipsy, to be drunk even. This was different. This was a feeling I didn't feel before.