Is this wrong?

My Girls.

Pen: "Hey gorgeous! How are you? Did you need something?"

Y/N: "Hi Pen, sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if I could crush to yours tonight. Something bad happened, and I really don't want to be alone today." I sniff on the phone, waiting for an answer. When I had to ask for these things, I always got really anxious. I always felt like a burden to others, like a job rather than a friend.

Pen: "Of course you can! Actually, I was just about to call you to ask if you were down for a girl's night with Emily and JJ too. There will be wine and gossip, it could cheer you up maybe." A sense of relief traveled through me.

Y/n: "Of course, I will be there! I'm just going to my house to change and then I will come over."

Pen: "Great! Do you need me to pick you up at your place?"

Y/n: "That would be great Pen, thank you"

Pen: "It's no problem, dear. On my way there, I'm going to pick up some wine bottles, so whatever is going on in the little head of yours can drown in the sweet, sweet alcohol," she says. I could feel her smiling on the phone.

Y/n: "You are my savior Penelope Garcia"

Pen: "I know I am, see you soon baby" she hangs up.

I gave the driver the address of my home. Tears were creeping in the corners of my eyes, and I didn't want to cry. I promised myself that after Jack, I would never cry for a guy again, well, I promised myself that I wouldn't fall for another guy again. I guess I'm not that good at keeping the promises I make to myself.
When the driver stops in front of my house I pay him and exit his car, walking into my house. As soon as the door closes behind me I sink to my knees, tears threatening to escape my eyes. After some moments I compose myself, packing a bag to spend the night at Pen's. I grab one of the biggest bags I know, putting my toiletries, a pajama, a change of clothes, and a big bottle of Tequila. I had a feeling that wine wouldn't be enough for tonight. before closing my bag I took a sip of tequila, I could feel the warm alcohol going down my throat, I let the warmth of the liquid take over my body, relaxing me, taking the disgusted feeling of myself that was blurring my mind. I felt like a whore, I felt dirty. I knew that I did nothing wrong, but still, those words echoed through my mind.

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FLASHBACK

Jack: "You are a whore, Y/n. You disgust me." The words that left my boyfriend's mouth stung, it felt like he was squeezing my heart, waiting for it to explode.

Y/n: "Jack I swear he is just a coworker, I was talking about a case with him. I swear!" I plead.

Jack: "Not only a filthy whore, now you are also a liar" Before I could say anything a sharp pain erupted on my cheek. He hit me. I look at him in shock.

Y/n: "Did you just hit me?" I ask still holding my hand on my cheek.

Jack: "You deserved it. You are nothing but a useless, ugly, untalented piece of mea-"

A loud noise snapped me back into reality. Garcia was calling me.

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I tell myself: "It's over Y/n, you are safe now". I take a deep breath before picking up the phone.

Pen: "I'm here darling"

Y/n: "Coming now," I say shortly before hanging up.

I close my bag, taking my coat and keys before exiting the door of my apartment. I walk towards Garcia's car, not realizing that the tequila is still in my hand.