//you don't know me//finn Wolfhard

chapter 32 - you dont know me

⚠️ Disclaimer ⚠️

I am not romanticizing abuse in any way. This is just a story. If you are in an abusive relationship then leave, i know it's easier said then done but you deserve better.

Also this is a shit fucking chapter. Like all of my chapters.

1 week

"Hey sweetie, it's time to wake up." A hand rubs my back softly bringing me out of my deep sleep.

I bury my face deeper into the pillow, "No."

They chuckle, "Come on, chica get up."

"Wyatt, let me sleep." I snuggle into the bed.

I feel his breath on the back of my neck, making me shiver, "What if I said that tonight we are going to a party?"

I peek my head up a bit at the words, "A party? You'll stay with me through the whole thing?"

He lays down beside me snuggling up, "Yes, I will stay with you the whole time."

"Okay, fine but you are getting the pills this time, okay? And I swear to fucking god Wyatt if you leave me again for another blonde, bimbo, I will kill you in your sleep." He chuckles.

"Yes I will get the pills, don't you worry your pretty little head." I raise my eyebrows at him.

"Wyatt. Don't. Fucking. Leave. Me. alone. Please." His smile disappears.

"Hey, are you okay?" He starts stroking my back again.

"Yeah, I think so." Wyatt has been helping me a lot ever since I told him about what happened to me. I feel a lot better now that I don't have to keep it all to myself, but I still don't know if i'm okay. I nod my head slowly just staring off into space.

"Look if you really don't feel safe or good then we don't have to go, we can just have our own little party in your apartment." He strokes my hair gently.

I roll my eyes, "Dude shut the fuck up, we are going to this fucking party."

"Look i'm just trying to be nice." I scoff.

"No, you are trying to be sympathetic, and you know I hate fucking sympathy."

"Okay, fine I won't be nice. Now, get your ass out of bed." He grabs my face giving me a big wet kiss on my cheek.

"Eww!" I stuff my face into the pillow.

"Oh, you love me!" He walks into the living room.

You should totally get laid tonight.

"W-What, I wasn't even thinking about that." I flip onto my back, staring mindlessly up at the ceiling.

Yes, you were. You've been thinking about getting with someone this whole week. Just do it already.

"I-I don't know."

Oh my god, just fucking do it, stop being a pussy.

"No! God, they're going to hurt me, do you not understand that?" I run my hand over my face, frustrated.

Oh, right, i-i'm sorry. I forgot about- look I am really sorry, I didn't mean to push you.

"Whatever." I fiddle with my fingers, feeling uneasy from even the mention of that night.

Anyway, maybe you should do it with a close friend, perhaps? You know someones that been there for you through everything?