Strawberry And Cherry Chapstick

Strawberry And Cherry Chapstick (Pt.3) |it's 'okay'|

(this chapter will have some severe triggers, cvtting, alcohol, and violent language, if that triggers you or you do not want to read, please skip. i will put 🍓🍓 where it starts and ends.)

Riley giggled, feeling the powder enter her nose. she looked over to charlie, who was sitting next to her and put her hand around rileys neck, riley moved closer to charlie, looking at her eyes, glimmering. and then down to her lips where she started pressing their lips together slowly, charlie moved closer and smiled into rileys lips. charlie tasted rileys lips, cherry. she wasnt lying when she said she owns everything cherry. their chapstick created a fruity contrast. the warmth of riley against Charlie made her fuzzy and she parted from riley, "you have no idea how long ive been waiting to do that." charlie confessed. they giggled, started to get up and while holding hands went downstairs and sat down on a couch. they grabbed a random bottle of vodka and poured 2 cups. riley and charlie both sat down, charlie talking to a girl she knew. riley narrowed her eyes and looked over to a random girl, grabbing her arm and making conversation. "hey, im riley, you?" she introduced. "im emily, nice to meet you." emily winked, riley looked back at charlie who looked a bit distraught seeing riley talk to someone other than her, but seeing rileys eyes land on her; she looked back at the person she was talking with, riley did the same.

riley felt her hand being tugged by emily, signaling she wanted to go somewhere else. hesitantly, riley gave in, being pushed into a wall roughly, she could still see charlie. but they were mostly out of sight from everyone else. emily pushed her lips to rileys, closing her eyes. they didn't sparkle the way Charlie's did. riley kept her eyes open, but not looking at the person she was kissing, but the one she wished she was. Charlie looked uncomfortable when she noticed Riley wasnt there. but decided to get up and look for her. riley was still pinned to the wall, being marked by this uncultured woman, it wasnt love. she closed her eyes, just wanting to be drunk, and leave this place to be cradled by Charlie. the lips of the girl who was on her, traveled form rileys lips, to her neck. marking what wasnt hers. although Charlie and riley were not dating, she still felt guilty. "WHAT THE FUCK RILEY." an angry voice yelled, riley opened her eyes, looking at the person. charlie. she pushed emily off her and felt tears welling in her eyes when charlie turned off out of the room and to theirs. what the fuck had she done. she couldnt explain that. like a muscle, she bolted after charlie, pushing over a random couple, red hair and brown hair, she said sorry to them but she had things to do, a person to apologise to. charlie to apologise to.

Charlie slammed their door shut, and running to the bathroom, locking the door and slumping down on the floor, she felt her eyes getting foggy. tears poured down charlies face. her legs were tucked to her chin, she felt her heart rate increase, a loud sob came out. they werent even dating, why was charlie so upset about if riley was kissing someone, was it something she did? they were just drunk when they kissed. so why does it matter. charlies face heated up, and her mind thought of one thing. she stood up, and looked at herself in the mirror, poor hair, mascara everywhere. the person riley once blushed at, was the one riley saw staring at her when she was making out with her girlfriend, she pulled the top drawer open slowly.

🍓🍓(this is where some triggering things start, such as cvtting and very self depricating things.)

charlie took the small bandage out, unwrapped it, and there she held a cold blade, it trembled in between her pointer and thumb, she slid back down at the door, pressing the blade to her skin and shuddering, she deserved it, didnt she? if riley wanted to be with someone else, thats fine. she can do what she wants. why would she even like her! after all, shes annoying. right? small beads of blood highlighted her forearms, creating a display of slices. it was a habit she had, a horrible one. charlie winced underneath the blade, still trembling as she went deeper. until she heard a banging on the bathroom door, Riley.