Hide Away

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Last week when you had that party I was freaking out. Lots of people
I didn't know in our- er... your house. I was really uncomfortable.
There was alcohol and I think someone brought acid.
I don't understand how you stood for this.
Random people had come up and tried to flip up the dress I was wearing, I had to go upstairs and change into pants and (as always) one of your shirts.
I had lost contact with you after I had changed and when I went to look for you, I had seen some stuff I didn't want to see.
I went into our room and there were people doing it on our er... your bed. I was angry.
I had pulled my favorite blanket away and some of your pillows and my single pillow before they could ruin it with their drunken intercourse.
After a long search I still couldn't find you. So I hid.
You know that little door under the stairs that has a little hallowed out place, kind of like Harry Potter but slightly bigger?
I had put many things in it.
Paintings I did of us, all of your old stuffed animals from your younger years, stuffed animals I made you buy for me, and ones that I bought myself. Blankets and pillows from around the house. To top it off, twinkle lights lit up the small space. ( I stole those from our Christmas supply)
I hid in there, listening to music on a little radio I found inside.
But I was starting to fall asleep when the small door opened.
You were there, some girls and guys peeking behind you, Trying to see what was in the small space.
The loud music had started to flood into the little room and I covered my ears turning away from you. I whined and asked you to leave. But you refused.
"Jayden the party is only halfway through, we still have another 2 hours!"
I grabbed the closest stuffed animal and threw it at you. It hit your face.
We both stared at each other.
"Hey Oliver want me to drag this pipsqueak out of here?" someone had asked.
"Nah it's cool."
Then you kicked the stuffed animal back in and shut the door.
I had drifted back asleep only to wake up with you wrapped around me, smelling like beer and shirtless. But that didn't matter to me.
Both of us hidden in our little hideaway. Together.

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