I dare you.

What?

-Take that.
You snickered and poured yourself another shot.

You turned off your phone and laid it face down on the marble counter, and lifted the small liquid filled glass to your lips, and threw your head back. The cold vodka hit the back of your throat and you swallowed before you had time to taste the alcohol.

-How did it go today Y/N?
Y/F/N's voice came out of your phone. The memories and the shame from earlier came flowing back to you, and all you did was groan in response.
-That bad? She laughed. You just groaned again and laid your head on the counter.
-What happened? She asked and you could hear her opening her fridge and pouring herself a glass of wine.

-I uhm. You started, but forgot how you were going to continue.
-There was an incident. You lifted your head of the counter, and squeezed your eyes shut. On the other side of the phone you could hear a distant laughter.
-An incident? She laughed and asked curiously.
-Yes Y/F/N. An incident. It was nothing big.
-What do you mean Y/N? Nothing about you is small. She laughed and you heard her put down the bottle of wine
-Well... you were about to start arguing when you decided that you didnt have the mental capacity to.
-What did you do? She laughed.
-I.... you started. - its not about what I did... you pulled at your eyelashes. -its more a matter of who I did. You groaned
-Oh my god! WHO DID YOU DO? She practically yelled in to her phone.
-It was nothing. You stumbled over your words.
-But I have to go, I need to take a shower to wash of 5 layers of shame. Talk to you tomorrow. You said quickly so she couldn't protest.
-Y/N.. she started. But you hung up before you could hear anything else.

As soon as you hung up the phone, the music resumed, you grabbed the mobile, headed out of the kitchen and towards the bathroom. The floorboards in the hallway creaked as you stepped off of kitchen tiles. You felt your head starting to spin as you opened the door and met the pre heated floor.
You stepped on to the warm bathroom floor, and closed the door behind you, you lived alone, but closing the door was purely out of habit. A light ring stopped the music from your phone.
You pulled one of your arms out of the t-shirt carefully and picked it up.
A message from «shithead» lit up your screen.

You opened your phone without reading it and laied it on the counter as you pulled your other arm out of the shirt and lifted it over your head.

-What?

You picked up your phone and read the message out loud.

-Beg0mww dem0n
You wrote and hoped that reformulating yourself would do it. and looked at yourself in the mirror.

You put the phone down and looked at your body. You were covered in burises and hickeys, it looked like you had caught some kind of disease. The light above the mirror flickered as you lifted your hand to your neck and lightly trailed your fingers over your skin. You were numb from the vodka and pushed your fingers on to a purple swelling by the curve of your neck, but you couldnt feel it. -Interesting. You said out loud. You tilted your head to the right and examined your throat in the reflection. Holding focus was hard because it seemed your eyes couldnt stay still, they moved around being distracted by anything and everything. It was like your eyes were just rolling around in your head. A new gray bubble appeared on your open screen. You brought the phone as close to your eyes as you could without loosing focus.
You read it out loud and rolled your eyes ad you turned your phone off and resumed the music. 

You took off the rest of your clothes and stepped in to the shower.
The hot water hit your chest and you just stood there for 30 minutes, not thinking, and feeling your knees weaken under the influence of vodka.

You stood in the shower for a solid 30 minutes thinking, and your conclusion was to dry up, then call Y/F/N and ask her if she wanted to go out. As you stepped out of the shower you squeezed water out of your hair and grabbed a towel of the counter. Your phone spit out beats, from a song you had never heard before. -What? You lowered your eyebrows and dove to grab your phone. ''Cypher'' -What? You again asked yourself. -What the hell is a cypher? You looked at the letters to check if you had read it correctly. ''Cypher pt.2 Triptych'' You rolled your eyes when you saw the name of the artist ''BTS'' -You have got to be kidding me. -Is this some sort of final passive agresive ''Fuck you''?  You looked towards your celing.
-Well fuck you too. You checked out your naked body in the mirror, turned from side to side then did a small twirl. On the inside of your thighs and the ouside of your hips you had big areas that were directly blue and purple after his hands, you could clearly see where he had planted his fingers. -Asshole. You checked yourself out again and trailed your fingers over his markings.

You walked out of the bathroom without drying your body, and made a wet pathway from the bathroom to the kitchen. You stuck your hand in your purse and looked for your special lipstic. You checked the outer pockets, the inner pockets, and where everything else was. Your hand swirled around quickly and made a lot of noise, before you lifted it upside down and everything krashed out on the kitchen island. Your fingers roamed the pile, but you couldnt find it anywhere. «Give me the keys to my paradise, ans I'll give you yours» his words suddenly hit you.
-You fucking prick. You squinted your eyes and picked up your phone.

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A/N: I AM SO SORRY ABOUT NOT UPDATING ALL SUMMER. I KNOW HOW FRUSTRATING AND ANOYING IT IS WHEN SOMETHING YOU'RE READING IS ON HOLD. MY COMPUTER BROKE AND IS STILL BROKEN AGGHH. ALSO IDOL IS SUCH A BOOP, I CANT EVEN UGJJSLBALFB