The Things I've Never Told Lindsey (A Nash Grier Fanfic)

II. Blue Lines

        Blaring hip hop music rattled the household. The smell of liquor and sweat circulated around the house as strangers were grinding on strangers. This was the first party I had been to (or more accurately, been dragged to) ever since the night of the accident. I remember that Dylan was especially clingy that night. I wasn't going to let him get me drunk. I should have known better. I vowed sobriety for Michelle. But the thought of numbness was just too tempting.

            "Yeaaaaaah, that's it Sevvv," Dylan said with a wink as I downed the drink he gave me. It tasted so strange, though, and it made me feel even stranger. I thought it was because I hadn't had a drink in a while, or because it was a more expensive brand. Instead, it was because Dylan had spiked it with something strong -- very strong. 

            I remember how Dylan's tattooed arms were leading me upstairs and how his long, dark hair was falling in his face. My heart was pounding against my chest, about to burst free. I was shaking uncontrollably. The walls looked like floors and the floor seemed like the ceiling and Dylan's pupils were the only thing that I could see clearly. They were dark black holes, and they were scaring me, and his voice was scaring me, and his hands were scaring me, and his arms were scaring me, but I let it happen, I let him have me, and I can barely remember anything. I remember my clothes in a pile on a stranger's floor and the dangerous electricity in his eyes and the shivers that his ice cold voice sent down my spine. I remember his hands gripping my waist, and I know what he did to me after that. He did what he had wanted to do all along, and he took something that I'll never get back.

            I was drunk. I was high. I was helpless. And I was alone. After Dylan got what he wanted, he left me in some stranger's parents' bedroom. I remember darkness, and a pair of warm arms picking me up and holding me close. Somehow, by the time I regained consciousness, I was fully clothed and laying on my couch in my apartment.

            I don't know who helped me that night, but someone got me dressed and brought me home. That's all I wanted to do, really. I just wanted to go home.

            A few days later, I took a trip to the drug store. It was probably my most uncomfortable shopping experience ever. The cashier, Yvonne I think her name was, was giving my box of pregnancy tests the most judgmental stare I've ever seen. I told her they were for a friend. I don't think she believed me.

            One of the scariest moments of my life was opening those pregnancy tests. I tried the first one. Two bright blue lines. Positive. I tried the second. Two lines. Double positive. 

            I sank to my bathroom floor. I didn't just cry. I sobbed. I was waiting for a fairy godmother to appear and change the color of the lines and tell me that everything was going to be all right.

            I just had no idea to do.

            I picked up the phone and pressed my first speed dial.

            Michelle.

            Never in my life did I ever want to kill myself more.  

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Hai. 

Hope you enjoyed this chapter :)

Nash will come in the next chapter. Pinky swear. 

Have a lovely day. 

xxCharlotte