A/N: I'm v v sorry I haven't been on for so long :-(
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You sit on the curb,waiting for your boyfriend, Mikey, to come and pick you up.
You can't stop crying, your eyeliner streaking down your face with your tears. The party was a disaster. You went there to have fun with a few friends, but instead, they all dumped you and went upstairs with random guys, leaving you to be basically molested.
The guy had seemed nice, and you were drunk, so you let him lead you into the bathroom to "clean you up". Instead, he had pinned you to the wall, shoved his tongue down your throat, and ripped your fucking dress.
Now, you sit on the curb, bawling your fucking eyes out.
Mikey finally pulls up and jumps out of the car, pulling you into his arms. You cry into his shoulder, probably getting your eyeliner all over his t-shirt. But you don't care. All you care about is that you're with Mikey now, safe.
"Y/N are you okay? My god what the hell were you thinking!?" He pulls you into the car with him, and you try to calm down a little.
"I'm sorry, I was being stupid. I'm so sorry!" You say. You know you were being an idiot, you don't know why you did it. It was stupid.
"Come on (Y/N), let's get you home and into some better clothes." He says, glancing at your ripped dress. You nod and sniffle.
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When you get to the apartment you share with Mikey, he gives you one of his shirts and you throw your ruined dress into the corner. You never want to see that thing again.
After you change, you climb inter Mikey's lap and he flips on the tv.
He strokes your hair soothingly, and before you know it, you're fast asleep, Mikey's arms wrapped around you.
