Muse. | Fionn Whitehead

13. Drinks & Regrets

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When I exit the bathroom, the girl who's been waiting for me to come out glowers at me before rushing inside. This was the only bathroom that was unlocked, out of about 5 in this damn house.
I stumble down the hall and I can feel the nausea coming in. I can't believe I called Fionn, poor guy. I can't think straight and I don't know where Elsie and Ronnie went. I can't even drive in this state and I hope they don't even try to get home and stay here until they're sober. Realization hits me for the hundredth time tonight, realization that I really am, utterly stupid.

The room spins lightly as I try to descend the stairs. I panic when I almost miss the railing until a hand touches it and places it on. I turn and it's. . . Great. The tall, handsome devil is gazing at me with his big brown eyes and I can still see them through the dim light.

"Bryan, hi," I say nonchalantly and I continue to go down. Normally, I would be freaking out, but the alcohol in my system has calmed every nerve in my body.  "Why is it I only see you now? Been avoiding you all night."

"I've been told," he chuckles. He attempts to put an arm around me and I flinch, pushing him away. He rolls his eyes. "You're still something, huh?"

"Something," I mock.

I make it downstairs and at first I'm confused as to where I'm going and I recall that I have to be outside to wait for the man saving me for the night. How much did I drink?
I don't want Fionn to see me like this. I remember when he told me that he cared about my judgment and, well, I care about his.

Bryan is still following me from behind and I make a sharp turn and of course, I almost fall and he catches me before I do. I push him again. "Please, stop touching me."

"Why are you being a bitch?" He snaps , crossing his arms across his chest. "I'm only trying to help you. You come to my party and take in all that punch in the kitchen, alone. You think I can't see you from the pool? You have issues."

Clearly, he's had his own fair share of drinks too.

When I had my first few cups, his friend Lance was there telling me to slow it down. Who was he to care anyway? He eventually gave up when I spilled my drink all over him.

"I. . I have issues?" I laugh half-heartedly at him. "Shut up, Bryan."

"Yeah, you fucking do."

I roll my eyes and turn around, pushing through the sweaty bodies and towards the door. Of course, he follows me and his hand grips on to my arm this time, turning me around.
What the hell. . .
I can see his nose flare and his eyes getting dark.
I try to push him, but I'm too weak to do so.

"You see? This is what you're fucking good at, running away," Bryan bellows in my ear. "Just like the last time I fucked you—"

"No!" I scream. I want to break. I want to fall onto this floor and  just scream. Bryan is still gripping onto my arm and then I see him being pulled away by some guy. I can't process who it was, but it was probably Lance.
I run out of the door and just in time, I see the headlights of a familiar black car. Relief runs through me. Fionn rushes out of the car. At this point, I look like a sad, lost puppy.
Right in front him, a tear breaks free, and the rest followed it with a never-ending stream. He doesn't say anything and helps me to his car. I can't do anything else but cry.

When Fionn gets into the driver's seat, I cover my face. I'm a mess and this is so embarrassing. Fionn starts driving and I don't remember if I told him where to take me, he just starts driving. I'm glad because I just want to be far away from this place as possible.
Fionn is still silent and my sobs are the only sound filling his car.