Broken Home (m.g.c)

5.1|Drunken Lies

I looked in the mirror and saw a whole other person, my hair was a dark brown, straightened to perfection. My make up was done flawlessly, Tiara had only put concealer on my face so my freckles were showing. I had on mascara, and a deep burgundy lipstick, and I actually felt pretty. I didn't feel like the girl with the dead parents, or the girl who the abusive brother, I felt like I was someone else, even just for the night. I could never repay Tiara for what she had just given me, she had given me a night to be someone else.

"You like it, right?" Asks Tiara from behind me, a nervous expression displayed on her face. She was normally a pretty outgoing and confident person.

"I love it. thank you so much" I reply, pulling her in for a hug.

"Well, I'm ready, and since it's almost seven we should get going" says Tiara, her regular smile back on her face.

Tiara exited and I followed her, I let out a nervous breath as we headed down stairs. Every one was definitely going to be looking at me, but I shoved my nerves aside. I couldn't have a panic attack, it would just prove Michael right. As soon as Tiara got to the bottom of the stairs, she tapped Michael's shoulder so that he was now facing me as I reached the bottom of the stairs. His mouth fell open, and I immediately wrapped my arms around myself, wishing I could just disappear. The way he was looking at me made me feel nervous, Tiara on the other hand had a smirk on her face.

"Don't cover up my masterpiece" says Tiara, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the door, "he was speechless, that's a good thing" she whispers as she gets into her car.

I follow Michael to his car, and sit in the passengers seat. It was a silent car ride, neither one of us dare break the silence as if it were admitting defeat. The tension was so strong that I could barely breathe. Before the tension could get any worse, we came to a stop. I quickly unbuckled myself, and raced toward the front door. Michael jogged behind me, and placed an arm around me as we walked through the front door.

The music was blasting, the playlist was made up of Drake and other rap artists on the top 40. I immediately saw Ashton standing next to a kissing Shelby and Calum.

"I'll get us drinks" Michael says kissing my cheek, I give him a nod as he begins walking away. Tonight I was going to get so drunk that I forgot my own name, I needed to be numb for a bit. It would be nice to be away from reality for a bit.

"Hey," I say to Ashton, he was clearly grossed out by his sister and her boy friend.

"Wow, someone's looking good" Ashton says with a chuckle, as he scratches the back of his neck.

"Thanks, Ashton" I reply with a smile.

"Oh my god! Grey are you okay? Michael wouldn't tell me and I was so worr-".

"I'm okay Calum," I reply trying to calm the boy down.

I felt something on my shoulder and I turn to see that it's Michael resting his head on me. I quickly peck his cheek and he smiles, handing me my plastic red cup. It was a mixed drink, which got me drunk a lot faster than shots. Back when Nathan I would drink together, I learned what I liked, what got me drunk the fastest and how to somewhat handle myself when I wasn't in a sober state.

"Aw, you guys are so cute!" Squealed Shelby, a smile on her face as Calum pecked her lips.

"So, are you guys a thing now?" Asked Ashton, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he nudged Michael, hinting at something.

Luke popped into my head, as Ashton asked this. Luke and I were never official, and he was always gone and cancelling things but I really liked the way he made me feel. Michael was always there for me, and he made me happy, but who did I like more.

"No" Michael chuckled, "just friends".

I mentally let out a sigh of relief, this was a good thing. I hadn't dated anyone ever, I had something with a boy called Jordan, he was quite older than me. To summarize it quickly, it didn't end well.

Michael went to go and talk to his other friends, when I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. My breath hitched, as the person kissed my cheek. I turned to see Luke. A sigh immediately left my lips, I'm glad it wasn't a drunken stranger.

"Hey princess," greets Luke with a kiss to my forehead.

I quickly chug whatever is in my cup, the familiar burn occurs in my throat, as I giggle putting my cup down on some random table. I needed to get drunk and fast.

"Have you had anything to drink?" I ask, curious as to how long he's been here.

"Three beers".

I scurry to the kitchen mixing us both drinks, I had learnt how from Nathan, he had a bartending job for awhile. I wasn't the type of person who got gradually drunk, it always hit me like a ton of bricks; all at once.

Five drinks later, I was dancing with Luke and by dancing I mean jumping around like an idiot. My thoughts were starting to clear, and the dizziness hit me all at once. My ribs no longer hurt, my thoughts had become slow, and my mind fogged. This is when I was my happiest.

"I need to talk to you, can we go upstairs?" Luke yells over the music, a grin also displayed on his face. The alcohol had hit him about an hour ago, and he was definitely a flirty drunk.

We searched for a room upstairs, finally finding an empty one. The room had a queen sized bed and an older looking wallpaper. Luke locked the door behind us, and pushed me onto the bed, he quickly took off his shirt and tried to take off my dress.

"Luke stop, please" I say trying to push him off.

"You know you want this" Luke says lowly into my ear, as he undoes his pants.

"Stop!" I scream, "Luke, please stop!"

Someone starts banging on the door loudly, as Luke gets off me. He turns around, "you stupid bitch". Luke slapped me, and I felt an immediate stinging rise to my cheek. Luke slipped on his pants, grabbed his shirt and stormed out.

Michael ran in, I couldn't help the tears. They were falling uncontrollably.

"Let's get out of here".

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