"Truth or Dare, Grace?" Lily asks me immediately... Oh god.
“Uhh. Truth..” I mumble. “Okay…” she smiles devilishly. “Who’s a better fuck, Luke or Mikey.” She grins. “Mikey.” I say shortly, confident in my answer. “Why?” She asks. “I answered and I don’t have to explain myself…” I tell her. Wow, Lily is such a bitch when she’s drunk.
“Okay, Lily truth or dare?” I ask her. “Dare.” She says confidently. “Okay I dare you to run down the street naked. And run back.” I laugh and everyone begins to laugh with me. “Oh fuck no.” Luke cuts in, obviously feeling over protected. “Oh fuck that she’s doing it or she has to do a double shot of tequila.” I threaten. “I’ll do the tequila…” She sighs looking at the shot glass and bottle presented.
She takes the bottle and gags a bit as she has to drink a double. “Fuck you Grace.” She says wiping her mouth of the left over tequila. “Okay, Michael truth or dare?” Lily says to him and he responds with a truth. “You guys are pussies! Okay fine, do you still have feelings for Layla?” She questions and he just looks at the ground scratching his neck. “Uhh, yeah I guess so?” He says and my heart literally stops. Immediately I pull the fuck away from him.
“What the fuck.” I say and stand up and walk out the room with Mar following me. I hear Michael yell fuck and I see him walking toward me. “Leave me the fuck alone.” I spit at him. “Grace! It’s not like that.” He says running his hands through his hair. “Yeah well my boyfriend has feelings for his ex, so just fuck off.” I whisper starting to cry. Ugh the alcohol was taking over my senses.
I walk up stairs and go to his room and collapse on his bed. He walks in after me after like 10 minutes. “Don’t you have a party to attend to or something.” I say rolling my eyes. “They’re going to bed.” He says quietly. “Don’t hate me baby.” He coos laying down next to me. “Whatever.” I reply.
“GRACE! Look at me!” He yells while I hear something slam in the background. I jump and start crying. He throws his mirror and the ground and there was shatter glass everywhere. “Stop!” I yell getting up and he grabs my wrist. “Don’t. Leave. Me.” He says and I can literally smell the alcohol fuming off of his breath. “Stop!!” I yell louder and I see Calum emerge into the room.
“Leave us alone!” He says pushing Calum away. “Get the fuck off of her dude.” Calum yells pushing him back. I run out of the room and go inside the other room. “Grace!? What’s happening, you’re bleeding!” She says and I look at my foot and see I’ve probably stepped on glass. “Its fine, we’re just fighting.” I say still crying. I hear Michael pounding on the door and I jump as he pounds harder.
“Let me in!” He screams banging harder and harder and then the door finally flys open. “Grace! Please!” He yells his eyes are dark and delirous and I’m immediately frightened and run toward the bathroom but he has already caught my arm. “Leave me alone, please!” I wimper as his grasp gets tighter around me. “No, don’t leave me!” He yells tears running down his face as he drags me out of the room.
Calum reappears with Luke and they both grab Michael away from me. “Get off!” Luke yells and I see blood on Calum and Michael although I don’t know who’s blood it is. They drag Michael downstairs and throw him into Luke’s car. “Hey Grace!” Michael calls from the window. I just stare at him. “I love you.” He says tears rolling down his face. This time I didn’t say I know.
“FUCKING SAY IT. GRACE DON’T LEAVE ME. Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me.” He repeats over and over. The car starts and I feel Mar’s arm around me. “Fuck.” I whisper as the car drives down the street.
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