Concussion •Miniminter•

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(2,300 words babyyy get readyyy)

Jay, Simon, Tobi, Westly, two security guards, a police man and I ended up going to the main lobby after the incident. I was asked questions from the police man, and I told him that he had forcefully kissed me, threatened me, and punched my face, and that I kicked him in defense. And supposedly I dropped my key card when we went down to the main level this afternoon, and Westly somehow got ahold of it, so the Police gave it back to me.
He also asked if I wanted to file a report but I didn't want to have to deal with any of that jury shit.

     We watched as Westly was forced to go upstairs and pack his things with an escort by the police, leaving us unknown to where he was going after. Simon, Tobi, Jay and I were left in the lobby. I was left in my confusion of thoughts in my brain. Why would someone want to do that? What kind of jerk would do that at an event with highly popular people? As my brain tried to wrap around these thoughts and more, I tried to be strong, but I just couldn't. I ended up letting out a sob as I started to full on cry. I had been so strong before, strong when I was drugged and left campus, strong when my parents died, but now I just felt like shit. This experience broke me.

     "Why me?" I whispered into my hands so softly I doubt the boys heard me. I felt Jay's arms wrap around my broken body, which I immediately hugged back, digging my face into the hoodie. I wanted to stay like this forever.

     "You can go home if you want. You don't have to play if you don't want to," the gentle voice who was still hugging me softly spoke in my ear. It wasn't Jay who was hugging me, it was actually Simon. This made me cry into his sweatshirt even more, knowing that he wanted to help me. Knowing that these arms around me would want to protect me from anything or anybody that was threatening. Knowing the cutest, funniest, greatest, sexiest, person out there cared about me; the broken woman.

     I finally perked up the courage to say something through my crying.

     "No, I can still play. I just need some time to calm down. Going home won't solve anything," I sniffed, my voice trembling. I instantly regretted speaking with that tone. It made me sound like a wimp. I very slowly departed from Simon's comforting arms, but I was still close to him. I looked up to him with reddened eyes, his eyes drowned in a deep, concerning blue. I looked away from his mesmerizing eyes and looked to the ground.

"Gosh, my voice makes me sound so weak," I slightly chuckled, trying to make this situation at least a little less depressing, but no one said anything, they just all gave a caring smile as I looked up to them. I stood to the right of Simon, who now put his arm around my back to my right arm and rubbed it. I laid my head to the left onto his shoulder.

"I know. That was a horrible thing for someone to do. But he's gone now. You're safe with me," he reassured, making me cry even more. No one really ever gets to see the empathetic side of Simon; the side that shows genuinely how much he can care for a girl, along with the times of jokes and fun. I loved this side of Simon.

     "We should probably head back up, tell everyone what happened," Jay suggested, in which we all nodded.

     Our soft feet hit the granite floors at each step we took to the lift. Tobi hit the button to go up, the only sounds heard being the muffles of the little room of a lift moving to our floor and the quiet, spontaneous sniffles coming from me.

     As the doors opened and the ding of the lift was heard, we all piled in, Tobi once again hitting the button which had the number two on it.

     Simon and I were standing in the back of the lift as Jay and Tobi were in front of us.

     As the lift was ascending up and making slight movements this way and that, my dangling hand was moved to the left and slightly brushed against Simons hand.