Lollipop Love

Chapter 4

C h a p t e r F o u r

His large frame blocks my view of what's going on inside Emm's house. I try to push by him, but he moves in front of me. I try the other direction, but he blocks me again. He bends over slightly.

"Hey... Princess." He whispers, the bitter smell of alcohol reeking in his breath. I gag and push him. Of course, my attempt is feeble to him.

"I said hey, Princess." He says, his voice getting louder. I glare up at him.

"I'm not your f**king princess." I mumble.

He grabs my chin and pulls me closer to his mouth. I slap his hand and knee him in the gut. He doubles over and groans.

"I said, I'm not your f**king princess." I whisper. I softly giggle, proud of myself for standing up to him. Suddenly, he bolts back up and grabs my waist, making me squeal in surprise and anger. Then he carries me through Emm's house and upstairs, but not one of the stupid party idiots stopped him. The few that even noticed just chuckled and pointed me out to their other perverted friends.

"Let me go you bastard!" I scream at him. He chuckles and slaps my butt. I gasp. How dare he!

"Hey!" Someone shouts. He stops, I wonder who that could be.

"Put her down." The deep voice says, silently threatening him.

I feel him set me down on the ground. I jump away from him and towards the person, almost falling over. The other person steadies me. I look into their eyes and my god. It's him.

He's wearing a tuxedo, which is strange for a party, but d*mn it looks good. I want to reach out and touch his dark brown hair, but I fortunately restrain myself.

Matt looks into my eyes and I feel safe. I feel as if no one will hurt me as long as I'm with him. It's been awhile since I've felt this way. I look into his bright eyes. Suddenly, a wave of memories and hurt crashes over me.

I quickly dash away, towards Emmalee's room. I burst through the door, immediately regretting it. There I see a shocked Emm and her stupid boyfriend Cade half dressed in her bed. I quickly reject the urge to puke and sprint awkwardly into her bathroom.

I put my hands on her counter and lean over. His eyes. I wipe my forehead and begin pacing the bathroom. After all this time, I still recognize those brilliant eyes. He can't be the same person though, can he? No, of course not.

I shut the toilet seat and sit down. I prop my elbows on my knees and rub my temples.

Those eyes. It has to be him. I gasp as a wave of memories hits my brain.

My mother's screams. Father crying for help. No one stopping.

I take a shaky breath and try to push away those thoughts. Of course it's not him. That was three years ago and in a while 'nother state.

I inhale and exhale slowly, trying to steady myself. I then brush my hands through my unruly hair and apply more powder to freshen up.

I take a deep breath and confidently walk out of Emm's bathroom, ignoring the nasty sight on her bed, and walk towards the hallway. I let the loud music thud through my body and adrenaline begins to shoot through me.

I grab a drink from the bar and begin to drink. People are dancing all around me. Some of these girls need a makeup wipe to get that fake off their face. Others need to go back to the class in school that thought us to not pop personal space bubbles.

I take another sip of my drink and begin humming the lyrics to the song playing. The song takes power of me and I chug the rest of my drink. Now feeling a bit dizzy, I begin to sing out loud.

Of course no one can hear me, they're too busy dancing, laughing, screaming, and talking. I push off from my stool and join the dance floor without hesitation.

The fancy flashing lights affected my vision as I began to spin around. The super loud music pumped through my veins as I closed my eyes and danced.

The sweaty bodies around me got closer and closer, but I wasn't worrying about a thing. Two older dudes stood next to me and danced along.

I was thoroughly enjoying myself when my stupid phone rang. I hugged in frustration and answered it, not caring that the music was too loud to hear over and that people were watching.

"Heyyyyyyy" I said into the phone, forgetting to check the caller ID.

"Jazzmyn?!" Came a panicked voice from the other side of the line.

"Tha's meh name, don' wear it out!" I slurred while giggling uncontrollably.

"Jazzmyn! You didn't lock the door! The shop has been broken into!"

With those words I let the feeling of dread, anger, and disappointment and hatred for myself sink down farther into my stomach.

I know this chapter isn't that good... sorry! I also apologize for the delay in updates. Comment the word "lollipop" if you would like another update😁