Maya's POV
TRIGGER WARNING MY LOVES.
IF YOU GET TRIGGERED EASILY DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER.
I wake up in... my room? wasn't I at the dolan's party last night?
I took my blankets off and get out of my bed. I my head started hurting, but I felt like I was drugged last night. I have drank a lot but NOTHING like I feel happened before.
I felt paralyzed. I remember not be able to move. I felt like I wasn't even in my body, it's like I just vanished. I feel sick. I ran to the bathroom and threw up.
I heard rushing footsteps, "Maya!" I hear a voice say, it's high but not too high, it's not a boy voice though.
"W-who are you?" I ask as I threw up.
"Amber." She says.
"Oh, I thought you were Ethan." I say, than threw up. Once I felt like I was gonna throw up anymore. I flushed the toliet, took toliet paper and wiped my mouth with it.
"Ethan left early. His mom called freaked out about the house being a gigantic mess." She tells me. "Do you remember.... anything of what happened last night?"
I felt a zap of a memory come back from last night.
"I remember my phone dropping. Drinking my drink, then started to feel... dizzy, insanely tired. then my body just shut down. My whole body feel gone, it's like nothing is there to hold me up.
I then feel like I was being dragged as if I was just a dead body. Thrown onto a bed harshly.
"Stop." I remember saying weakly. "Shhh." he hums. Then, I blacked out."
"Yeah." I say to Amber.
"Really?"
I nod my head. She grabs me and hugs me tight. "Who stopped him?"
"Grayson." Amber tells me.
I get up from my bed. Amber tried to hold me down. "Maya...."
"Where is he?" As I hold my hand to my forehead.
"He's downstairs. Waiting for you to wake up." She says. And once those words come out from her mouth, I take my two short little legs, and walk out my bedroom.
I go down the stairs, then the living room, and I see Grayson chilling on the couch and he gets up as he sees the sight of me.
"Maya." He says. And without hesitation or even talking, I walk up and give him a huge hug.
"Thank you." I say. I start tearing up. "I thought you didn't care about me."
Then, I can tell he didn't sleep at all. "Have you been drinking?" I ask him.
He nods. "I just felt bad, ok? I want to make it up to you." He says.
I smile a little, "How?"
"Let me drive you around. Then, at sunset, we can lay down, and just chill." He says.
