Bittersweet Heartstrings

Chapter 11: Torturous Nights

He told me I was only good for one reason. I asked what that reason might be. His reply made me cry and whimper, making me even more frightened than before. At first, he asked me to do it politely, but when I refused, he viciously tore off my outfit. Again, I whimpered, but that was a horrible mistake. He had lunged at me. 

I felt the weight of his body on top of me. There was no use in trying to move out of the way. This guy had at least 100 pounds on me and I was a weakling. All I could do was lay there, with my eyes closed, and just go along with whatever he had planned. 

What happened next was awful. It was painful and simply awful. 

That's when I woke up. Leave it to me to wake up because of the softest of sounds.

A door had probably opened or closed. Instead of leaving my room to investigate where the sound came from, I sat up and pulled my knees to my chest.

Maybe there was some connection between the McMahon's and him. I knew there couldn't be, though. Even if they had the same colored eyes. Millions of people probably had that same beautiful emerald green eye colour, right?

Who am I kidding? Griffin McMahon probably kidnapped me.

But, let's just face it: I'm losing my mind. It could've been anyone who took me. A teacher. A student. One of my mom's rejected exes.

This was my first torturous night. The next one was soon to come. 

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Throughout the week of school, I was told time and time again that Griffin was throwing a party on Friday from seven to whenever. Being the outgoing and fun person that I am, I decided to go. It would be fun and it would help get my mind off of things.

I dressed in a short black dress paired with a pair of blue flats. For makeup, I simply put on some mascara . As for my hair, I just pulled it into a low side ponytail. My outfit was simple, but cute, if I do say so myself. 

Not wanting to be early and not wanting to miss the entire party, I got dropped off at Griffin's at eight. I was an hour late, but at least the party was already going and all I simply had to do was dance and mingle. Easy enough.

Until the butterflies came. As I walked up the few steps and entered the house and smelled the stench of beer already, I knew that tonight something would happen. That's why the butterflies decided to invade my stomach and ruin my cool demeanor. 

The music was loud and blaring, making me deaf already. It wasn't even five minutes before I noticed someone puking from all the alcohol they had. That won't  be me, not tonight, I promised myself. 

It was hard to maneuver through all the people, but I somehow managed to do it. Of course, the first thing that would happened to me at the party would be someone grabbing me and grinding on me. This guy was so drunk, that he didn't even realize when I slipped away from him. But then, someone slapped my butt and I shot daggers in the general direction that the slap came from. Boy, would this be a fun night!

Before I even made it the bar, I narrowly missed being barfed on by several people. I thought it was a bit soon for people to be puking, but I guess they loved beer. I, on the other hand, preferred the taste of coffee. 

"Mind if I steal you for this dance?" someone shouted in my ear.

I spun around to find Quinn smiling down at me. He was at least an inch taller. Shyly, I nodded my head and let him grab hold of my waist. We danced for a while. It was fun and I enjoyed it. He laughed at my dancing, though, because I always ended up tripping over people. Then, I'd frown at him and he'd laugh even more.