"Hey Deliah." I smiled when I got off at her house.
She texted me and told me that she also got an invite so we're going together. Her dad is very nice about those kinds of things cause he knows she doesn't have many friends. He really likes me and thinks I'm a good influence on her.
"Ok, Deliah be back by ten. Be safe and if any kids are doing drugs or drinking alcohol, come straight home!" He instructed.
"Yea, yea, dad. I know." She hugged him.
Me and her both had something in common. Her mom left her when she was younger and my dad also left me when I was younger. We both shared that but I had no one who loved me except for Springtrap and her.
"Let's take a picture together." I insisted.
"I don't like taking pictures. That's why I don't post on any of my social medias. I feel... insecure but I'll take a picture of you." She took my phone.
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rosietherivater: props to deliah for taking the picture. headed to the party now.
"I love your outfit." Deliah complimented.
"Thank you. I have my clothes all ready for any sort of event." I laughed.
"So did you and Springtrap actually... you know, do that." She clearly didn't want it to be true but I don't wanna lie to her.
"Yea. I didn't expect it. But it happened and I would be lying if I said I didn't want it. I'm sorry if I betrayed your trust." I sighed.
"Betray my trust? No. You did something that really isn't my business and I can't control if you do it or not. Are you guys together?" She got into my car.
"Not yet. But I think we will eventually. I just would prefer to know his past. Do you know it?" I asked.
"No. He never wanted to tell me in fear of losing me but I think it's a bad past." She cringed at the thought of everything.
"I have a bad past too. I'll try and get it out of him tonight." I drove off.
We blasted music we liked and sang along, just have a good time like teenagers do. The house wasn't to far away, probably a good ten minutes. When we arrived, it was crazy. Everyone drinking and smoking. I took some ecstasy but I was still good enough to drive.
"We should leave, Rosie. I'm scared. Everyone's tryna get me to drink. I don't like it-"
She was cut off by the music stopping, sounding like nails on a chalkboard. Antonio walked in with his gang, a blade, and a gun. Something about this was terrifying. Not just the fact he had a gun.
How does it feel? How does it feel to know you will die here, know that there's no way out?
The voices.... they came back at the worst time.
"Where's Rosie? We missed our session today." He shot some innocent bystander.
"Oh god. Follow me." I grabbed Deliah and we ran to the garage.
It was loud enough since everyone was screaming. I have seen so many people get shot but I knew this was bad for Deliah. She looked back and was so clearly traumatized. We ran upstairs and got ready to do the only thing we could do, jump out of the window and hope we end up ok.
It's that or risking having our brains everywhere.
