Dope (Lauren/You)

Chapter 8

(Your POV)

"What the fuck, Y/N!?" Lauren shouted centimetres away from my face.

Initially I felt shock and the dull pain in my back, but then fear coursed through me. What had I done? Lauren still had me pinned against the wall; her eyes were no longer reassuring. Instead, they were balls of sizzling heat, and anger was scrawled across them in furious green.

"I—" my fumbling, clumsy mouth attempted to protest. But it was pointless. As struggled as my efforts were, an invisible stitch kept my lips glued shut.

"You what, huh? Spit it out you coward," she hissed at me.

Her warm breath collided against my neck like needles. I shuddered deeply with internal fright, and my eyes pleaded for her to let me go. Right at that moment, a nail dug into my right arm's flesh and tore through—it felt like the bluntest knife to exist. I winced in pain and screwed my eyes closed, trying to concentrate on anything but my arm.

Finally, Lauren eased her deadly grip but showed no sign of sympathy whatsoever. As I glanced over at my arm, I noticed a crimson red blotted on my white tee.

"I swear to God, if you don't start owning up to the shit you've been pulling, I'll make you regret it," she said with her hands tightly grasped around my wrists. "You have 5 seconds to talk."

How was I supposed to own up to something I had no clue about? She must have heard a rumour and got it mixed up with me. Still, hitting me against a wall was way too far.

"5."

Shit, shit, shit. Okay, I could talk to her so she would understand it's all a mix up.

"4."

I moved my mouth to speak, but nothing. Not even a squeak. My eyebrows knitted together as frustration bubbled inside of me. All of my efforts went towards trying to speak, but it felt like I had lost complete control.

"3," she snarled.

Her grip had tightened once again. I was screaming in my thoughts since I couldn't be heard on the outside. This time, I shook my head furiously when my horrified face asked her to stop. Nothing. How could my parents not hear the commotion?

"2," she growled with her nostrils flared.

I felt my hands beginning to go numb; her hold was preventing the flow of blood. Not a second went by where I didn't try speaking, yet only inaudible whimpers struggled through. I couldn't talk.

"1."

I didn't think it was possible, but her hands somehow managed to close even tighter. I was helpless—trapped by steel vices clamping my wrists.

"You had your chance, Y/L/N."

Her hand gripped around my neck
whilst the other pushed on my chest. A sharp ringing cycled around my ears, and the back of my head was violently thrashed backwards. The solid wall felt indestructible, but then I realised my sight starting to black out.

I was barely standing up on my own.

Soon enough I couldn't support myself anymore, and the agony I experienced led to the inevitable: falling. My vision was gone, but I remained hardly conscious.