thrashin', mid90s.

used to it - stevie

☆ requested
tw: contains abuse.

another night, another party. of course fuckshit dragged us to go with him, whether we wanted to or not. i didn't mind it but i wasn't planning on getting high or piss-drunk tonight; i really needed to cut down on it.

ruben and i sat in what i assumed was the host's bedroom. we weren't doing anything deemed "inappropriate" but we just sat side-by-side on the bed, talking. i wasn't fairly close to ruben but we both needed some fresh air from the chaos occurring downstairs.

i rested my palm against by cheek as i listened to ruben brag about how he was "the shit". i wasn't too annoyed with it, this was normal for the guys, so I tiredly sat there.

after a few more minutes passed of ruben telling me more about himself, he was getting into some new trick he learnt just as i started get thirsty. i didn't want to be rude (not that he would care too much, it was ruben after all), so i spoke up,

"it was cool talking to you, but imma go get a drink real quick. i'll be right back, okay?" i stood up from the bed, flattening out the wrinkles from my red crop top.

"aight, cool." ruben seemed disappointed at first but played it off like he didn't care.

i nodded and closed the bedroom door behind me once i left. i could hear the slightly muffled eazy-e song playing from downstairs. the music seemed to echo in the vacant hallway.

no one seemed to notice me when i walked into the kitchen. they were all caught up in their own thing. i passed by a group of guys, catching the earthy scent of marijuana as i went.

i found stevie sitting at the table, nearing falling out his chair. a red solo cup hung loosely in his hand and looked as if it was going to fall.

"stevie?" i asked while i made my way over to him.

that seemed to wake him because he jolted up, startled. the cup spilled onto the table. he looked at me with half-lidded eyes, his lips forming a lazy smile.

"h-hey," he slurred. stevie took sometime to form the next sentence, "why don't you come. . . over here?"

he moved the chair back a bit to pat his lap in invitation. i knew he wasn't in the right state of mind right now so i shook my head.

"i think you had enough, dude. lemme take you home," i placed a hand on his shoulder.

"nah, nah. l-let's stay, we can have funnn," stevie laughed, reaching over to wrap his arms around my waist.

i saw that was my chance so i pulled him up from the chair slowly. i staggered a bit as stevie was pressing his weight against me and walked out the kitchen. i needed to find one of the guys to drive us.

i found fuckshit on the couch. he was surrounded by girls and i knew he wouldn't dare to leave them, so he was out of the question. at times like this, i wish I had my driver's licence. stevie still clung to my waist as i opened the sliding door to the backyard.

i was lucky to find ray sitting near the pool. he was alone so I'm sure he wouldn't mind.

"hey, ray," I called out and he looked up at me, "you think you could give us a ride? i needa take stevie home."

"shit, he looks outta it. sure, les' go." he stood up and nods towards the house.

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the ride was quiet, aside from stevie continuously trying to hit on me. ray pulled up in stevie's driveway.

i unbuckled stevie's seatbelt, stepping out the car first so i could help him, "alright, i'll go drop him off and then we can go pick up the other dumbasses," i told ray and he agreed.

stevie nearly fell out the car, so ray had to help me. i made sure to head for the back of the house, that way i wouldn't wake anyone up.

once i pulled the slidding door, i nearly screamed once i saw the face of stevie's older brother. holy fuck, he was really waiting in the dark? stevie must've felt the sudden tenseness of my body, because he asked loudly,

"what's wrong?"

"you fucking showing up late, stevie. that's what's wrong," ian's menacing voice made stevie sober up enough to widen his eyes.

"i'm sorry, i'll just be taking him outs-" before i could finish, ian was already lunging at stevie.

in alarm, stevie pushed himself off of me. he tripped over his own feet, falling to the tile floor. ian immediately stood on top of him, pinning him down with his weight. i was frozen in place as ian landed a punch to stevie's stomach. but i knew i had to fight back.

"get off him, asshole!" i yelled, punching at ian's back. stevie kicked his legs to try to get him off.

stevie was able to knee him in his lower region. ian screamed in pain. i pushed him off stevie, landing a hard kick to the side of torso. i rushed to help stevie up, immediately going back outside.

"i'm used to it, (name). i needa go back or else my mom's gonna-" i cut stevie off,

"if you do, he'll fucking kill you! i can't let him do this to you anymore," i replied angrily. i wanted to kill his abusive brother. i pulled him away from the backyard.

"where are we going?" stevie asked with a pained voice as we made our way to the car.

"my place. you're not coming back here for a while."