The ups and downs

Oliver Sykes without Tattoos

Mark and I got out of the car and joined the crowd of people going to the massive house. I walked close to Mark so I wouldn't get trampled or judged by others. I started to hyperventilate, I'm terrible with large crowds. But I was able to get myself in check before reaching the door where I was greeted by a slightly intoxicated Oliver with a large smile on his face. "Why hello there flower girl glad to see you here. And my man Mark what's uuuup." He said holding the u for a long time. He moved out of the way and I walked in. I could smell alcohol and what was probably drugs, great. I looked behind me and realized both Mark and Oliver had gone else where. I was walking around and then met by Melanie who was wearing a dark purple dress and dark purple hair ribbon to match. "Heyyyy Daisy!!" She ran over and hugged me. I stuck around with Melanie until she went to talk to Mark. They would be cute together she's short and well he isn't the tallest but still taller than me. But I don't know they both seemed to be hitting it off so I wondered around the house into the kitchen. I bumped into Matt who asked how my knee was and we talked about other things for a bit before he left to go find Chris. I looked around for something to drink that wasn't laced with alcohol. I grabbed a Diet Coke and was content with it until James appeared. Shit. "Well don't we have Miss loner over here in the kitchen. I guess all your friends decided that you were a piece of shit." He gave me a frown with a smile in his eyes. "Yeah sure James that's what happened. Why are you even here? Did you want to join in on the fun?" I said smugly. "Pff of course not im not you. Oliver invited me." My heart dropped. How could Oliver invite him? After he's been terrorizing me. "What you didn't expect your little crush to invite me? Trust me hun he's just being nice to you to get in your pants and well because he feels bad for you. But you know what if you give me something maybe I'll be your friend." He said putting my hair behind my ear. I pushed him off me "in your dreams asshole." He became angry and grabbed me and threw me in the pantry locking the door behind him. Fuck. What can I do, what was I going to do? I panicked and punched him and tried to grab the door. He threw me on the ground," that's not how we treat friends now is it, if you stop moving this will be quick and done with." He pinned me on the ground and I squirmed. "Get off of me you psycho!" I knew this wouldn't end well so I started screaming, hoping for someone to come and help me. "Like anyone would want to help you." He said ripping my dress of. I kept fighting him when I heard someone try to open the door to the pantry. "Help!" I screamed making James put his hand over my mouth. Oliver busted the door open and saw what was happening. He kinda stood there unsure of what to do. He then asked "what is this?" "Well can't you see I'm going to test her out for ya." James said, I looked at Oliver maybe he could see this was not that. He then ran away. I could feel the tears starting to come down my face. I thought he was my friend. Why would he let James continue on." I told you, he doesn't like you. But that can't be a shock now can it Daisy Hope?" He laughed like an evil scientist. How did he know my last name? I didn't tell anyone. He probably looked it up I'm guessing or asked a teacher. "You probably don't remember me, I know it was only 3 1/2 years ago. But a lot has changed. I see you haven't." Then it hit me James. James Carter. The bully who terrorized me when I was 13. Back then he was called Jim, how could I not realize this. I bit his hand causing him to move it," why are you still doing this to me? We grew up and you moved away! I never did anything to you!" I yelled. "Really?! You are the reason my brother killed himself you bitch. You dumped him, when he needed someone the most." My heart dropped once more. I dumped him because he wanted something a 13 year old wasn't going to give to him, he was 14 nearly 15 but I needed a friend and he was there. But I broke up with him because I didn't want to lose my virginity. "You damn well know why I dumped him! I was only 13! And if he needed someone where were you? Huh? Or your parents? You are the reason, you and your damned family!" I said. He punched me causing my left eye to throb. "Fuck you! You deserve this!" And with that he started to unbutton his pants. But almost as if two angels matt and Chris showed up. They both barged in on the already broken door after they heard the commotion. Matt ripped James off of me and Chris and him took him away. I looked at my dress which was ripped in two. I let myself sob. What would of happened if the two never showed up? Matthew came over to me and hugged me. He gave me my jacket and offered me a ride home. I declined as I didn't want to go home. He gave me another hug and walked away but kept an eye on me. I grabbed a bottle of vodka and poured a shot. It burned on the way down but soon I took. 2 then 3 then it quickly became 10. I started to feel the effects and smiled. Goodbye thoughts. I continued on drinking and begged Matt to take a few shots with me. He agreed and soon both of us were wasted. I started to dance when I heard Chelsea Smiles play. The rest of the night was a blur but exactly what I needed after what had happened earlier. I continued to drink and was offered some white lines which I didn't take even drunk me knew not to touch that. I walked around to look for Oliver. I walked outside to see him making out with some whore wearing high heels and an extremely short red dress. I turned around back inside and went right back to the kitchen to be greeted by my new drinking buddies. I didn't know any of them besides matt but he left to talk to some of his friends. I somehow ended up dancing on the island in the kitchen. Life of the party for sure. I fell down and cut my elbow on a broken glass bottle. I looked at the blood and frowned. "Where's Doctor Sy..." i cut myself off remembering what had happened. I walked over to a kitchen towel and wrapped my arm up, it'll do until sober me can deal with it. I continued to party but ended up passing out on the couch next to some druggies. I remember being woken up and carried upstairs by god knows who. "No don't have sex with me." An intoxicated me said. "Don't worry flower girl I'll protect you, I'll put you to bed." I shook my head and fell asleep in the mystery man's arms.