Chapter 30 - save me

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I'm fine.

No, you're not.

I'll be okay.

No, you won't.

It's just another party, have fun like last time.

And the lies just keep on com-

"Hurry the fuck up in there!" The bathroom door rattles as a fists pounds against it.

I look at myself in the mirror, "Smile." I inhale deeply, and my mouth stretches into a big smile.

Stop playing yourself.

I watch my smile quiver, and my eyes slowly gloss over. I feel my chest squeeze and my temples ache.

A sharp inhale enters my lungs, my hand shots up, covering my mouth.

Look you just need a little help. How 'bot we have a little pick me up?

My hand shakily moves towards my jean pocket, pulling out a small little baggie with three little pills in it.

The three little pills one by one drop into the palm of my hand, all having different designs. One with a broken heart, the next with a bandaid, and the last with fixed heart.

Funny how accurate they are.

My eyes roll, a sigh escaping my mouth.

"Yeah, funny." I stare at the pills, feeling the familiar tingle in my stomach.

Happiness, here I come.

I raise my hand towards my mouth, throwing my head back. The pills fall onto my tongue, the disgusting powder quickly dissolving and leaving a gross taste.

I grab my beer from the sink, bringing it to my mouth to wash away the fowl pills.

"Come the fuck on already bitch!"

It's go time, now get your fatass out on that dance floor!

I inhale deeply turning towards the dirty bathroom door, "You can do this." I grab the cold handle and the muffled music becomes more than crystal clear.

"Took you fucking long enough!" A big bald guy clearly angry pushes me out of the doorway and slams it behind me.

"Fucker." I scoff.

I push through the hundreds of sweaty bodies, trying to get to the dance floor. If Wyatt fucking left me again, I swear to god.

The dance floor is covered with people all over it, and i'm starting to feel the giddy feeling I love so much.

A feel a jolt of electricity rush from my hips and run through my whole body, I jump a bit, but this isn't a good feeling, "Hey baby you looking for a good time?" His breath tickles the back of my neck and it sends a shiver down my spine.

I turn around and look up at the stranger with innocent eyes, I smirk. I slowly run my hands up his clothed chest, he watches intently.

I've got him right where I want him.

Now take him.

I reach the collar of his shirt, and he looks into my eyes with lust. I slowly wrap my fist around it and yank him close to me, so that his ear is close to my mouth, "How 'bout you get me a drink first, and then we'll go from there, yeah?" He slowly nods his head stunned.

I let go of his collar slowly, "Y-Yeah, I-I'll be right back." He walks away but he doesn't take his eyes off me.

He finally looks away, my smile falls and my eyes roll, "Fucking idiot."

What the fuck are you thinking, you could have totally gotten laid tonight.

I'm not in the fucking mood alright get off my back.

I continue walking and pushing people to find Wyatt.

What the fuck is wrong with you? You haven't touched anyone since-

Look just shut the fuck up already, okay!

"Shit, sorry" I bump into a couple, my fault for not paying attention.

"Hey no- oh shit y/n I've been looking for you everywhere." Fucker.

"Well, obviously you haven't been if you're face fucking this chick. I thought you were going to wait by the bathroom for me Wyatt?" I punch his shoulder annoyed.

"Ow, well you were fucking taking so long, you were in there for like an hour." I roll my eyes at him.

"Well let's go get a drink, I wanna get fucked up."

"I can definitely do that." He throws his arm around my shoulders and pulls me close dragging me with him, headed to the bar.

"What the fuck, what about me!?" The girl Wyatt was sucking faces with starts yapping. Of fucking course the bitch talks. Again my eyes roll.

"Oh um, I don't fucking know, go whore yourself out to someone else." He chuckles and turns away from her.

"Fuck you Wyatt Oleff!" She screams.

"Yeah, you wish." I snigger. I can hear her stomp her foot and walk away.

"Nice come back." I look up at him.

"I know." We both laugh, "You idiot." He kisses the top of my head.

"Now let's get drunk, whoo!"

"Yess!"

Skip back home

I flop back onto my bed, giggling, "Do you know how many fucking people w-were trying to have s-sex with me tonight. Like 17 fucking person, I-I mean p-people."

"Yeah, you definitely drank more than me."

"A-And I didn't even kiss one, like have- have you not seen me make out with someone, l-like name one- one time I didn't at least kiss someone on the cheek." Completely ignoring Wyatt's previous comment, I lift myself up on my elbows and look up at him.

"Well every party you've been too you've at least danced with a guy, but you didn't do that with anyone but me. And you haven't been doing that with anyone, we've been to 10 parties this month, are you okay?"

I weakly chuckle, "Fuck dude, I thought you were my best friend, you haven't noticed how fucking fake I've been. I haven't fucking touched anyone because I miss Finn! After every fucking thing he's done I still want him!"

I stand to my feet and look up at Wyatt angry, and I don't even fucking know why. It's not even his fault.

"Why couldn't I have a normal boyfriend! Why can't I have a normal fucking life!" I push my hands forcefully into his chest, he doesn't move an inch.

"Why is my life so fucked up! Why was I the one that had to be fucking raped!" The hot tears come streaming down my face, I don't even notice but I keep pounding his chest.

He grabs my wrist, but I struggle, "Let me go!"

"Stop it y/n! Just stop!" I break down sobbing.

"Why did it have to be me?" I look up at him but he's blurry from the tears.

His tight grip on my wrist becomes soft and he looks at me with a look I  hate seeing sympathy.

"No, stop, d-don't look at me like that, don't you fucking look at me like that." He let's go of my wrist and his hands come to my cheeks.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"B-Because I-I-I," He pulls me to his chest, squeezing me tight.

"I wanted Finn to save me."

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