Speak Up: (Chandler Riggs)

Chapter 21

{Everything happened so quickly.

Everything.

Thoughts rushed through my mind. About my dad. Mom. Brother.

Chandler.

Everything has become so much harder. I'm so overwhelmed. I can feel my happiness being drained from me.

I can fake a smile, I'm actually really good at that.

But it's getting so much harder.

I don't know how much longer I can do this...}

Bridget's Point Of View:

I woke up to the sound of someone shouting.

"Get out!!" A voice kept yelling over and over again.

I heard loud footsteps and then a light was turned on. I groaned and shoved my face into the lumpy couch I'm laying on. "Get up and get the fuck out!" The voice repeated.

"Chill!" A familiar voice yelled right in my ear.

Chandler.

My eyelids flew open and I scrambled to my feet, out of Chandler's grip.

What the fuck?

Why did I wake up next to that hot mess...

He rubbed his eyes and groaned. "Chandler get up."

"Yeah, Chandler get the fuck up!" A boy, guessing the one who kept screaming, chucked a pillow at Chandler's face.

"Yo man! Come on!"

"My parents are comin' home and I need e'rybody out," he explained while screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Shit." Chandler said to himself as he hopped off the couch and over to the table across the room. He began to pick up his stuff (meaning weed, bongs, alcohol, etc.)

"Need any help?" I sarcastically shouted as he stuffed his shit into a little Nike bag.

He flipped me off and continued cleaning up. I giggled to myself.

"Um...why did I wake up next to you?" I asked him, shyly.

He chuckled, and turned to face me. "Don't remember anything from last night, huh babe?"

I shook my head.

"Then I better not tell you," he smirked.

"Chandler, I'm not playin' around. If we, um..."

"Don't worry, we didn't have sex," he smiled.

I let out a sigh of relief, "okay, good."

"Buuuuut you did give me a blowjob," he smirked.

"What?!" I screamed.

"I'm kidding, chill! I mean, you almost did but you were so drunk and fell asleep on me," he told me.

"Wait, weren't you high and drunk, too?" I glared at him.

"I was high but I only had a little to drink."

"Oh," I said to myself.

I continued to gather my shit together when that guy came back down and yelled at us again.

"Would you calm down?" I said like the sassy bitch I am.

"Leave!!" He said once more before running upstairs.

"He's fucking annoying as all hell," I sat on the ground, rubbing my temples.

"He throws awesome parties, though," Chandler laughed.

"You okay?" he asked, kneeling beside me.

"I have a killer headache," I complained.

"It's called a hangover, hun," he smiled.

"Make it stoooop!!" I groaned.

He snickered to himself and got up.

"Help me up, please," I whined, holding my hands to for him to grab.

He rolled his eyes and helped me up.

"You need a ride home?" He asked.

"I guess..." I hesitated to answer. I really didn't want to go home, my dads there. He's probably drunk out of his mind and ready to kill something.

"If you don't want one I understand," Chandler bluntly replied.

"I just don't wanna go home to my father," I mumbled.

He nodded.

"You can come back to my house," he suggested.

I thought about my answer for a moment. What's the worse that could happen?

//•IM SO SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED OMG BUT I FINALLY DID I HOPE YOU LIKE IT.!!!!!

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