Remember Me //[Sequel to Promise Me] Completed [✔️]

Home Sweet Home

Tegan's P.O.V
London
July 2015

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"I'm exhausted!" I complained, dropping my new clothes Niall got me right in the door of the house.

"Same," Zayn agreed, walking past me to the kitchen.

"Where's Perrie?" I asked, following him.

"Little Mix," Zayn answer, shortly. I nodded my head realizing.

I heard little pads on the tile floor, and a jingling from a chain behind me. I turned around.

"Freckles!" I shouted, bending down to pick up my puppy. He began to lick my face and I giggled. "I missed you, little man!"

"You're lucky we have such great neighbors. I got them to feed and let Freckles out while we were gone." Zayn said.

"That was smart of you."

"I was so angry with you, I almost forgot."

I chuckled, awkwardly.

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My time in Massachusetts was a break from Twitter. I haven't been on Twitter since I saw Clake's tweets. That was over a week ago. I think my break from Twitter was the best thing for me.

I couldn't resist the urge to click on the little blue app with a white bird. I had to know what people were saying about me. I had to know what was in my mentions.

I gasped as pictures of me getting in a car the day after the party were filling up my mentions. I looked terrible. I looked like I had spent the whole night being a little whore. That's exactly what I looked like, so that's exactly what people were saying.

clap for that hoe. she wants attention.

take a shower honey, you smell like a little bit of whore

she's such a failure!

three words describe Tegan: desperate, pathetic, and insecure

^^^you forgot skank. add that too

I'm going to put cute stickers on your rotting corpse

row row row your boat gently off a cliff

They all think I'm a whore. I wish I could say I didn't care, or that it didn't bother me, but it did. I wanted to scream, and shout. I wanted to punch things, break something.

I wanted to break myself.

The feeling of Kent on top of me, trying to hold my face, pressing his lips to mine roughly.  Clake's lies. Kent's intentions.

I thought I could be over it, just accept what happened to me. I don't want to be act like a victim, but here it is, on my mind again.

What happened to me isn't a joke, but they're all laughing at me.

I wanted to tweet them, "congratulations! you've managed to make me feel like a worthless piece of shit again. would you like an award for that?"