*Lacey*
"Come here baby" he slurred his words. I shook my head and tried to squeeze through thee crowd to get away from him. Before I knew it, his hand gripped my arm and yanked me onto him. I didn't know him, I didn't want to know him, but I also didn't stop him. I want to but I don't. I couldn't. I'm weak and too tired to try and escape from him. The smell on his breath is absolutley horrible. It smells like he has probably drank every last bit of alchohol in this place. Although, I'm not gonna judge him concidering the fact that I'm almost just as drunk as he is, and I most likely won't remember anything tomorrow morning. Before I know it his lips are all over me and I have no intentions on stopping him.
This was normal. Me going to clubs, getting shitfaced, hooking up with some random stranger thats too old for me. It's a weekly routine. I don't see what's wrong with me doing this, considering the fact that my homelife sucks. With my mother constantly comparing me to my straight A older sisters, and my father comparing me to the hookers on the corner of 15th street, you can imagine why I am the way I am.
People always ask me why I drink, or why I smoke, or why people find scars on my thighs. Well all I can say to them is...Take a step into my shoes and you goddamn sure to find out why.
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Pretend || m.c
Fanfiction"How can you help me be happy when you aren't even happy yourself?" She said. "Well I guess I'll just have to pretend"
