Damned. {H.S}

1.

"What are u doing here?" I say in a slightly pitched voice.

"You thought you could leave like that?" He asks while running a hand through his wet curly hair.

"Leave me like that?" He adds.

And before I can argue, he steps towards me and forces his mouth on mine.

....

One year before.

Screaming is all I can hear while I down another shot of tequila. The liquid feels warm on my tongue and it burns my throat but I ignore it. Not tonight. Tonight, we drink.

"You okay?" Tessa asks me. I can see the concern in her eyes.

"I'm fine." I smile.

She's still looking at me like I'm some five year old child. I laugh at her and offer her a sip of my drink.

"Trust me, you need it." I encourage her. She huffs and leaves the room.

I roll my eyes while taking another sip of my cup. Just when I'm trying to be nice.

I have to admit that this is just the alcohol talking. I love the girl with all my heart but I wish I could cheer her up. I've tried but failed. My heart aches for her but she'll get over it. Over him.

I snap out of my thoughts when I feel something cold on the back of neck. Shit.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" the short girl says from behind me. I turn around and try to stay calm. She looks like's she's out of it anyway, so arguing with her wouldn't get me very far. I hope it's only water but I doubt it.

"It's fine." I smile at her through my teeth. Time to find a bathroom.

I wander trough the halls of tis big house and open every door I find. How many damn doors can a house have?

When I open the next door, I'm finally lucky. I walk to the sink and splash some cold water on my arms and neck and try to get the alcohol out of my hair. No luck. Of course.

I grab my phone from my purse to check the time. 02:14 A.M.

The new school year starts in a few hours. My first year without him.

How can I walk the halls like I used to? I can't do it alone.

Stop. You'll be fine. Just enjoy tonight. My subconscious reminds me.

I'm looking at my reflection in the mirror. My blue eyes look a bit tired and my mascara has been smeared across my face. I look like a troubled girl. Maybe I am one.

I close my eyes and try to forget about the girl in the mirror. Let her be someone else's problem for now.

"Admiring yourself dear?"

I recognize that husky voice. That accent. Oh shit.

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