in which hannah baker exposes madison foley.
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began: 4/12/17
DISCONTINUED/INCOMPLETE
authors note:
hello loves! as i am now much older than i was when i wrote this book, i have come to realize that it is subject to many errors. read at your own...
a/n :: im so so so sorry this chapters so short, i just couldn't go farther into detail than i did at the end. i'm sorry again
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the night had started out so well. i was being my old, party girl self while the guys sat around getting drunk and high. everything was basically back to normal, as if whatever this whole hannah thing didn't exist.
then everything fell apart too quickly to fix.
at this time of the night, i had been stumbling out of zachs place, tears staining my cheeks. i passed all the guys snoring on floors and couches around the house.
i probably had the dumbest straight face on right now, but i couldn't care less. i was numb and had never, ever felt more vulnerable than i do right now. the award winning actress was dead, those days were gone. perhaps she would be gone soon too.
"you know i'm glad you came. i mean it's kind of shitty and everyone's high or wasted, but it's nice having you here to laugh at everyone with me," alex looked over as we sat on the floor side by side, occasionally laughing at the very wasted bryce walker.
"i'm glad i came, i never knew how much fun alex standall could be until now," i muttered with a chuckle laced in at the end. i actually had been having a really good time with him, but i wasn't about to tell him that.
"yes, because i am such a wild party animal." he rolled his eyes, sarcasm stringing every word.
it had been nearing the end of the night when i excused myself to go use the rest room quickly. it had been a long night of watching stupid guys ruin their health and i just wanted to take a break for minute.
i knocked faintly on the restroom door. instead of the usual 'one sec' or silence id heard the slurred voice belonging to bryce walker from behind me.
"hey mads- you're here! just like old times!" he yelled, giving me a high five. i replied with a small 'yeah i guess so', in attempt to get into the bathroom faster but that didn't seem to occupy his mind.
mentions of sexual abuse are depicted from this point forward. please skip if you feel uncomfortable or this will trigger you. remember your health comes first.
"you know what else would be like old times?" he questioned with a wink and a step forward.
"look, nothing went on between you and i, bryce. let it go, okay?"
"oh you wish, foley." suddenly my back hit the door with a loud thud, a grunt also escaped my lips.
"b-bryce, stop." i tried pushing him off when he tried kissing me. i really wasn't interested in bryce and justin would actually kill me if he found out about it.
i thought it would just end there; his drunk ass self would just let it the fuck go, but i guess bryce walker doesn't take no for an answer. he started kissing up my neck as i struggled more aggressively against his touch.
"bryce! seriously just fucking cut it out!" i yelled but he was quick to put a hand over my mouth. he took my wrist so tight in his hands that i could feel them start to bruise. he opened the bathroom door from behind me, and pushed me inside as i held back sobs.
that was when my night turned to complete and utter shit.
---- WAY SHORTER SORRY anyway bryce is a fucking dick. so sorry for that yeah but um yeah anyway thanks for reading and have a good day
