Getaway Car

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A/N- I would like to apologize in advance, please don't hate me🙏🙏🙏

TW

🩷Lover🩷

I've been sitting in my room crying for hours. How could this have happened? Rep is my everything, the love of my life, and now she won't speak to me.

I know I deserve it, but still.

Part of me is trying to calm down and tell myself that everything will be okay, but the other part of me wants to do something to get rid of the pain. That part, unfortunately, is the stronger part.

I look over at the time: 2:30 am. I shoot Midnights a quick text, knowing it was very unlikely that she would be asleep.
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Hey, where's the closest bar? I'm not dealing with this shit right now.

Down the road from Betty Avenue, just a few minutes away from here. You need a ride?

Thanks. Nah, I'll be fine.

You sure? I have a feeling you're gonna drink a bunch and you shouldn't drive home if you're drunk.

Since when do you care about my wellbeing?

Lover, just because things are messy right now doesn't mean I don't still care about you. You're my friend and I don't want you getting hurt.

Whatever, I'll be fine.

Just call me if you change your mind and I'll come pick you up, okay?

K
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Once I pulled up the directions, I quietly snuck out of the house and got in my car. I cried the whole way there, thinking about how I fucked everything up.

Rep hates me, 1989 hates me, Midnights says she still cares over text but things are still incredibly awkward in person. Everyone in the house probably thinks horrible things of me. I mean I'm a cheater, so I guess that's accurate.

Once I got to the bar, I showed them my ID and walked in.

"One shot of tequila and a margarita please" I walk up to the counter (guys i'm 15 idk anything about drinks or bars or the proportions it takes to get drunk😭🙏)

I sat there and stared at pictures of me and Rep until they brought out my drink, which I finished probably a little too quickly.

"Can I get one more of each, please?"

I finished those pretty quickly. And then I ordered again. And kept drinking.

By 3:15 I was drunk. I couldn't see straight, my head was throbbing, and my brain was cloudy as I couldn't think.

I just need to go home and go to sleep, I thought to myself. So I walked out of the bar and into my car.

I sat there for a second to try and focus and get rid of my head pain, then put the key in the ignition and began driving.

My headache wasn't going away, my eyes kept drifting, my hands shaky as my car slightly swerved back and forth.

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