All Just Words

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The bass of the music was pounding even from the other side of the door and I could feel the vibrations of the melody on the welcome mat rising and flowing through my body.

"Are you sure you want to go in? This is you last chance to say so. We can go back home if you want to" she offered, sincerely.

"I'll be fine as long as you don't leave me" I laughed nudging her slightly. I raised my fist about to knock, but second guessing myself thinking that there was no point they wouldn't be able to hear me anyway.

I looked at her. She replied with a smile and we turned our focus to the door, both took a deep breath before pushing open the door. Slightly terrified about what was waiting us on the other side.

The stench of alcohol among other things was the first thing that I was greeted with, along with the music, sweaty bodies rhythmically swaying to the heartbeat of the music. It was dark. Too dark for my liking, that only made me interlock my hands with Charlotte even more. I looked around more to see several familiar faces, some from college and even some from school, however there stood in the corner staring at me from across the room was the two people who had ruined my life. Although, I thought of them as parasites, sucking any ounce of happiness that I had out of me, and leaving a nasty scar when they were done tormenting me for another day.

Katherine glared at me with the same menacing eyes and fiery red hair that matched her personality, her back pressed against the wall and a drink in one hand. Taylor stood beside her with his arm firmly around her waist also staring at us, he has seemed to have gotten taller. I don't even know how that is physically possible. His dirty brown eyes piercing through me in attempt to intimidate me more than he already has.

He pushed himself off the wall and abruptly snaking an arm around Katherine, who seemed a little taken by the possessive action, pulling her off of the wall and to his side, he briefly looked down at her however she looked away. He gripped her tighter, like he was scolding her, then both quickly recovered returning back to their previous demeanour.

His face was sunken and hollow, dark circles accumulated underneath his eyes making him look more menacing. A slight smirk was plastered across his face which made him so what unreadable.

I don't like the way he is looking at me. I should be used to it now. He is giving me the look that makes you feel weak; not strong enough to fight back, not brave enough to speak up against him. Even now, my natural instinct kicks in, like the prey that I feel I am all I want to do is run.

Both their eyelines move off of us and I can't help but feel a great deal of relief to be away from their attention. I turn around about to tell Charlie that they are here, but she is gone.

Vanished.

Out of sight.

For someone who hardly ever leaves the house and has an extremely small social circle, I think that I can officially say that this could be my worst nightmare.

My eyes frantically search the crowd for her, I try calling her name but the music is too loud for my voice to stretch above it to where ever she may be. I feel the pressure building up as she's left me here alone. Just as I was about to get my phone out to call her a hand quickly grabbed my wrist, my first instinct was to fight back against the grip, then I realised it was her and I was greeted with that same smile. I sighed, thanking what ever spirit above that she has found me again.