"Giselle."
Who's voice is that? And why does my head hurt so much?
"Giselle."
I tried to cover my ears and tell whoever it was that was talking to stop yelling, but my hands were tied up and I had something in my mouth, which I assumed was a gag.
I still couldn't see who it was, and I still couldn't speak, so I just stared.
Another voice spoke,
"You know, Luke, if I would have known she was drunk I wouldn't have brought her here."
"Yeah well, she's awake, and she's not drunk anymore." The voice, Luke, spoke, looking at me.
He smiled and took the gag out of my mouth.
"What do you want?" I croaked, my voice hoarse from not using it in a while.
"I want the same thing your family has been hiding from us for the past 3 years."
I knew what he was talking about, and boy did I want to punch him.
"They hid that from you for a good reason, asshole." I snorted.
"Watch your mouth, pretty girl. You have no idea what's coming to you."
He took my face in his hand and opened my mouth, making me swallow a vile blue liquid, which made everything go black.
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I open my eyes with my head no longer throbbing, and I'm wearing my pijamas.
I'm in Cat's loft, in the bed I sleep in every night. I turn to my right and check my phone to see that it's 2pm, and I hear no one else here.
I dial Cat's number and hear her voice after 3 rings.
"G, where the hell are you?" she asks, sounding as if she was in a train, or maybe a car.
"I'm in the loft, where are you?" I retort.
I don't know most of the things that happened last night, but what I remember clearly is a conversation I had with a man I didn't even know I was supposed to know.
"I left Desiree's house about an hour ago, and I've been looking for you everywhere."
"And you never thought to look here?" I chuckled, getting out of bed and seeing my dress folded neatly on top of Cat's desk chair.
Who the fuck brought me home and changed me last night?
"No I didn't actually. Whatever, G, I'll see you later."
Cat hung up after that, leaving me in a state of confusion. Who knows where I was staying for the summer, and who thinks it's okay to undress somebody and put them to sleep? I had no friends other than Cat and Michael that knew where I was, Michael is sick, and Cat didn't know where I was.
I decided to wait until Cat got home, so I made myself a sandwich and looked through my phone to see how fucked up I got last night.
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"The guy was just asking around to see if you were there, and everyone was too drunk to even comprehend what was happening, so I guess people just pointed at you. Oh my god, G, I'm so sorry. Where'd they bring you?"
I decided not to bring Caterina into this, she knew nothing about my family's past and I needed to wait until Michael was better to make any decisions.
"I-I don't know. When I woke up, I was in these clothes and my dress was on your chair," I stammered.
What I was telling her was half true, so I didn't feel as guilty as if I was completely lying to her.
"So someone just shoots up the place just to bring you here? And undress you? Oh my god, G, you didn't get raped, did you?" She exclaimed, looking more panicked than me.
I thought about it for a second. If I would have gotten raped, I would have at least felt different than I did before going to the party, and I didn't.
"No, I don't think that was the case." I frowned, taking another bite of my sandwich.
I still don't know who the fuck took my clothes off.
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hey hey hey everybody!
imagine someone doing this to you though omg.
i promise you'll find out who it is, and the chapters will get longer.
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