It's Dark Inside (Connor x Reader)

~6~

Zoe

After getting back from hanging out with some of my band friends I went home. Which was always . . .

Fun . . . Yeah, that's a sarcastic statement. I was greeted by my parents fighting. Oh, boy.

When this happens I go straight up to my room.

I walk through the kitchen and living room to get to the stairs where my room is.

When I opened the door to my room I set my bag on the floor and take out my phone.

That's when I noticed a text from Y/N. It said, "Hey." I texted hello back.

When I looked at the clock I realized I should get to bed, it was 11:38.

(Time Skip)

The sound of my alarm woke me up. I did the usual, I got changed, did my hair, grabbed my stuff, and went downstairs for breakfast.

As I ate my cereal I noticed a flyer for yoga rehab on my mom's stack of papers. That must have been the rehab she mentioned Connor should go to.

Connor came downstairs and took his medication and joined me at the table. "What are you looking at?" He asked.

"Nothing." His eyes were red, he was definitely high. Mom and Dad walked in.

They must have suspected he was high to. "Connor?" My mom was wanting his attention.

He still stared into his bowl of cereal. My mom looked at my dad for help. "What do you want me to do? He doesn't ever listen, especially when he's high."

"He's definitely high." I stated. He looked up at me and flipped me off. I retired the favor.

That's when I left the table and got ready to leave. "Connor, come on, let's go to school." He grabbed his bag and followed me.

We climbed into my car, and I drove us to school. The car was silent as I drove. "Zoe." He spoke.

This was odd, we never talk. "Yeah?" "What's your schedule?" This was an odd question.

"What's it matter to you?" I wondered. "Nothing. Just what's your schedule?" I didn't want to start anything with Connor this morning so I told him.

Y/N

Dad had already left for work and I didn't feel like bothering any of my friends for a ride so I road the bus again.

As I enter the bus I find a spot in the back and sit down. The ride is pretty peaceful til I feel a hand on my thigh.

I flinch in response and slap the hand away. It was Ethan. "What the heck?!" I almost yell. I was sick and tired of Ethan doing this but I didn't want any attention.

"Chill, everything's okay." He says reassuring me. Nope, everything was not okay. This was not okay.

"Ethan, sto- stop." I was staring to get nervous. He slides into the seat with me. "Don't worry, babe." He grins.

I started to breath really fast, but it didn't feel like I was getting enough air. I think I'm having a anxiety attack.

His friends started to laugh at me. I new I needed help but it's not like I'd get any help here.