Give Me Love || C.H

Chapter One

Malia’s POV:

Three weeks ago.

It’s Friday, my boyfriend, Brandon, and I were planning ways to celebrate our glorious four month anniversary. But, we had a little argument because he thinks we should go to a party for fun. Of course, I, being the goody-two shoes honestly didn’t want to go, but he talked me into going. It obviously isn’t my kind of scene but he doesn’t care.  He’s been acting really different recently...

We entered the house where the party was taking place. The strobe lights were flashing, the music was blasting, the smell of alcohol was strong, teenagers were ‘dancing,’ and everything was beyond hectic. Tonight wasn’t going to end well, I had a weird feeling.

As the party progressed, Brandon grew more and more drunk. His words slurred, his motions were slow, and his attention span was very short.

He grabbed my arm, pulled me close, and whispered very slowly “Malia, let’s go upstairs so I can get rest, I don’t want you to drive home with drunk drivers on the street!  I promise I’ll bring you back home tomorrow.”

Something was telling me not to but reluctantly I nodded my head, “-- sure.” He is the guy I love after all, so why not.

We went up into an empty bedroom, I thought Brandon really was going to rest but he went up to me and started kissing my cheek, inching closer to my mouth. I could taste the alcohol from his mouth and it was disgusting.

I forced him off of me right away, “What the hell was that Brandon?!” We honestly haven’t done a lot of intimate things and this was really weird.

“Come one Malia, it’s our four month anniversary, let me prove my love for you!” he said trying to again get near me.

“Brandon stop! You don't need to. Please.” with that he then completely stopped. Guilt flashed in his eyes.

“I’m sorry baby, I just thought, never mind it’s okay. Can you just go ask Pete (his best friend/host of the party) if he has any Advil and water?”

“Yeah, sure!” I said cascading away from the room. Was he really thinking I would give away my virtue to him! We’re only seventeen! What did he expect?

Not too long after, I came back into the room with all the essentials to help a drunk person, accept this time, I realized it wasn’t just me and Brandon in the room.

But the funny thing was, I was the third party.  My only best friend, Daisy, and my boyfriend were kissing.

I really couldn’t process anything that was happening. My head was hurting even though I didn’t have anything to drink. I was so in shock,  I said what I could, “What the hell, sorry to interrupt. Goodbye you horny bastard, and Daisy, how could you! I’m done!”  After that I booked it with tears in my eyes. (Ran away as fast as I could.)

"Malia wait! Come back! Let us explain!" I heard them calling after me, but I didn’t  hesitate to turn around. I was too hurt to even look at them again. "Whatever. I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY."

Once I could no longer hear their yelling, I turned off my cell phone and continued walking home.

How could they? Well, they were pretty intoxicated I automatically thought. But then another thought bubbled up, “drunken words or actions are just sober thoughts.” I think this is what hurt me the most… What if Brandon used me just to get Daisy. Sadly, the most important people to me have betrayed me.

After a long walk home, I went to my room put my phone in the ihome and played sad songs to fit the mood. Then, I changed out of my clothes and jumped onto my bed, and replayed the images of tonight all over again, just to fall asleep crying. 

A/N 

I hope this chapter was good to you guys! This is honestly just the beginning, I wanted you guys to know more about Malia's past; therefore this chapter is here! Please feel free to follow, comment, and vote! 

A good song for this chapter is probably Amnesia by 5 Seconds Of Summer. 

Well have a good day! :-)

- Abby