The girl next door, - ᴛ.ᴋᴀᴜʟɪᴛᴢ

chapter forty-seven.

• HEART SHAPED BOX - NIRVANA

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I danced with Charlie on the dance floor, our backs against each other, and moving our bodies in sync. When we'd gotten here, we had a few shots and immediately went to the dance floor. I was wasted just after a few drinks, and I knew there would be a few people taking advantage of that.
I had to be careful.

The room was spinning around us with bright, multi-coloured lights and the Russian girls dancing on stages with just a thong and stilettos on. These were young women, somewhat around my age.

I took a drag of the cigarette I had, a stream of smoke leaving my mouth once I blew it out and coughed into my hand, my eyes flickering to the blood on my palm.

Maybe I had a cold. My throat was sore, and it was freezing outside anyway.

"Hey, come and sit down with me!" I called out to Charlie, still coughing into my arm. She stopped dancing and nodded, following behind me to a lounge. "You alright?" She chuckled quietly.

"Yeah--I'm fine. Just need a second," I said with a breathy laugh, glancing at her as she slid me a shot glass. "Drink up. You're probably just getting wasted."

Charlie thought it was my first time doing these things. But I'm a fifteen year old girl waiting for a new crystal meth while others waited for the planet Starbucks.

I downed the shot and put the glass down, wincing slightly at the burn it gave me on the way down. She sat across from me, accompanied by an older man she'd been previously chatting with on the dancefloor. He was touching her necklace to get a feel of her chest, making her giggle and look down at his hand.

"Hey, I'll be back soon, alright? Don't have too much fun." She winked before getting up and leaving with the man.

"Yep. I won't." I sighed, giving her a thumbs up before resting my jaw on my palm and stirring a drink with the tiny straw that came with it. My eyes flickered around, waiting for Charlie to come back. She said it was quick, so it better be.

I turned my head to look up at the guy who had approached me and leaned down to talk to me, murmuring something in my ear that I understood immediately.

. . .

I glanced at his wedding ring, pursing my lips and looking down as I shook my head. He handed me a small piece of paper.

On the note, it had his number. I tucked it into my bra and glanced at him. "Not gonna happen."

"Come and accompany my friends and I, then, in that case?" He questioned. I bit my tongue, glancing at the group of men before slowly getting up and following him.

Once I'd taken a seat by one of them, they chattered and smirked, asking questions about my jewellery or the clothes I was wearing. The furthest they got was a hand on my thigh. But even that made them shudder with pleasure or have a rise in their pants.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" One asked.

"Mandy," I replied, looking up at him and glancing at the hand going further up my thigh. "Why don't you loosen up, Mandy? You fancy ya bump?"

One of them shot a warning look to another but didn't say anything.

"Here. Give me your arm."

"I can't do that." I furrowed my eyebrows, looking towards him. "It's that, or you kiss me right now." He smirked.

I'd seen too many people shoot up today.

I kissed the man lightly on the lips, and he just grinned in response before another pushed his hand to the waistband of my underwear.
"I still think she should loosen up."

My eyes flickered to the needle on the table, and I picked at the skin around my fingers. "I'm clean."

"It doesn't count unless you do it twice," the man beside me murmured, leaning in to kiss my ear. I nudged him away slightly, grabbing the needle and flicking it before one of the men tightened a lace around my arm.

I pushed the tip of the needle into my arm and pressed down on the plunger, my lips parting at the feeling for a moment as I closed my eyes and sighed heavily.

"Good-- Thattagirl." He nodded, pressing the needle down further before offering me a drink and a pill. "It'll help a little. Make you more aware."

My fingers wrapped around the glass, taking a small sip and swallowing the pill.

"Why don't you take off your top?" One of them mumbled as his fingers went to the bikini top I was wearing, giving the strap a gentle tug before I pushed his hand away with a slight slurred chuckle.

"Or you show us what colour panties you're wearing?" He said quietly, his hand giving my thigh a squeeze before he placed a finger on between my legs, rubbing lightly before be pulled his hand away, and guided mine onto his bulge.

"I'm not going to," I said quietly, shaking my head. "Come on. just touch it. Please? I'm aching for you. You can't just tease me like that." He grinned, his smile fading once I turned my head away, looking for any signs of Charlie.

I stared at the men across from me, hearing them laugh and make kissing sounds towards me before the man grabbed my face and pulled it towards him, pressing his lips against mine until I reluctantly pulled away and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
"Stop it," I winced, slurring out my words angrily.

My eyes flickered to his hand as he cupped my breast and squeezed it, my eyes drifting towards his chest once I pushed it. "Fuck off! I'm seriously not interested!" I scolded as I got up, feeling a hand go to my shoulder before I turned to look at Charlie.

She furrowed her eyebrows a little but didn't say anything as she guided me away from them.

"Stupid cunt! go slit your throat!" One man called out before another did. "Call me, baby!" He hollered, his friends chuckling and throwing items towards our direction as I stumbled behind Charlie. "Fucking tease!"

My eyes closed and opened, my hand gripping onto Charlie's arm once we'd gotten outside. I leaned over, hand on the wall while I started to retch and puke.

"You didn't take anything, did you?" Charlie urged, grabbing my arm. "Did they touch you? Are you okay?" She breathed, going silent as I panted, crouching down and pulling my knees to my chest as I hid my face away from her and started to sob quietly.