Fracture

CHAPTER SIX

*TW: MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT*

❊ -♡︎Scarlett ♡︎-❊

"Johnny and I had sex," Shannon blurted out nearly the second we got into Claire's bedroom.

"What?!" Claire squealed, grabbing Shannon's hands and jumping up and down.

"Oh my god! When?" I smiled, happy that my friend had finally found the right guy for her.

"Last night," She blushed.

"Was it good?" Claire screeched, stilling buzzing with excitement.

"Yeah," Shannon blushed harder.

"Did it hurt?" Claire asked.

"A bit at first," She grinned, "but then it got good."

"It felt like a burning hot poker in my cooch, the first time," Lizzie chimed in with a frown.

Pain.
Searing fucking pain.
Tears running down my cheeks while I silently screamed.

"Jaysus! I'm never having sex if that's the case," Claire grimaced.

I sucked in a breath. I hated this conversation and I hated this topic. I tried to avoid the subject all together, which was usually pretty easy but as we were all getting older I couldn't escape it.

The last thing I wanted to talk about was first times.

Because mine was fucking stolen.
And I couldn't live with the thought.

"It's not that bad, Claire," Shannon chuckled.

It is that bad.
Well, maybe not when it's done right.

"Well Scar and I are officially the last virgins," Claire giggled, "who's going to be the last one standing."

I forced a smile but I could feel my heart racing. I knew a panic attack was coming.

"I um, I have to go get something from home," I managed to speak, forcing myself up from Claire's bed.

"What?" I barely heard Claire ask as I walked with shaky legs out of the room.

I practically sprinted down the stairs of their home, passing Hughie on the way, who looked startled to see me.

"Are you okay?" He called out as I sped out of the house.

I didn't stop or reply I just slammed the front door behind me, desperately trying to catch my breath.

I continued my walk down the driveway until I smashed into someone.

Fuck my life.

I was praying it wasn't Gerard, because he would freak the fuck out and demand I tell him who hurt me.

Which I couldn't do.

Looking up, I locked eyes with Patrick.

"Hey Scarlett!" He smiled before realization flashed across his face, "Are you okay? What's going on?"

I couldn't speak, I instead tried to inhale a deep breath but a sobbing sound escaped instead.