How was I suppose to react, why was she acting like my mother. what if I didn't even want to be a virgin anymore. how'd she even know I was one?
"Let. go. of. me." I said through my now gritted teeth, trying to rip my arm from out of her hand.
I couldn't hold back the tears that were pooling in my eyes, how dare she treat me like that?
"You have no fucking idea what you're doing out here, Walters. They will chew you up and spit you right back out." She warned, looking around for someone.
"Acting like that had you heading right in that direction. keep your ass to yourself and your clothes on." She growled out, yanking my dress down my thighs.
I blushed, not knowing what to do with myself. She had me feeling all sorts of ways and didn't know how to react. I was still heavily crying, tears falling down my cheeks and my mascara joining. but, she touched me..
"Now find your friend, and tell her to take you home. got it?" She spoke so harshly, her words could burn my skin.
"No." I replied, shaking my head a few times hesitantly. would she hit me, or maybe drag me to Franky? I had no idea what she was capable of.
"She's having a good time and I don't want to ruin it for her." I mumbled, as if I was a kindergarten and I had done something wrong.
She picked her head up from my gaze considering she had to look down at me, searching the crowd for no one other than Franky.
Her grip on my arm didn't loosen up at as she moved around the house, taking me with her.
This couldn't have gotten any worse, at least i didn't think so. We had searched the entire house top and bottom, sobering me right up and probably her.
"She left you behind. What a shitty friend." She mumbled, letting go of my arm.
When she talked about Franky like that, my blood boiled. She wouldn't do that. Not to me.
"Might as well drink it up because you're not going home, kid." She spat, wandering off away from me.
I watched her in complete shock. I needed to get home. I needed to be home before five am or my ass would be completely grassed. I'd be going to hell.
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Roman pour Adolescents"come on, live a little! your name is chance for a reason." - Chance Walters, a seventeen year old blonde with big college dreams and phenomenal grades. she had oh so many talents and high standards until dragged into the group of "sinners". it was...
