𝓔𝓾𝓷𝓸𝓲𝓪

Panic

Warning; triggering content, assault.

You were tired and scared. Arlo tried to come onto you multiple times, tearing your shirt open and ripping your shorts off. You bit him before anything else happened. He lashed out in anger, leaving you bloodied and bruised. Two days after he came back. You trembled but kept your composure.

"Last time, Y/n...he doesn't love you and he never will." Arlo said. You were beginning to think he was right.

"He does..." You croaked. He shook his head. 

"DON'T YOU GET IT Y/N? YOU'RE NOTHING TO HIM!" Arlo shouted. He paced back and forth, thinking of what to do to you. He suddenly got a chilling grin. Walking over to a table, he grabbed a needle. 

"I should've done this sooner!" He exclaimed. Your head shot up. 

"Arlo, Arlo you don't have to do this..." You pleaded. "This isn't gonna help any of us...just let me go, we'll work something out."

"Hm..." He paused for a moment. "I don't think I will!" He said as he jabbed the needle into your neck. You yelled in pain. He emptied the needle, looking satisfied with himself. It took a while before whatever he put in you started to kick in. You started to feel funny. Everything felt tingly. 

"How are ya feeling, doll?" Arlo asked. Everything looked like a dream. 

"What did you do to me?" You said as you looked around the blurry room. 

"Just something to lighten the mood." He shrugged. You felt like you were on clouds, you didn't feel the pain anymore.

"Hey...I have a secret." You whispered and giggled.

"Oh? Pray tell." Arlo said. 

"I think you're right. My boyfriend doesn't like me that much." You whispered.

"I told you. How about this; I could be your boyfriend." Arlo offered. You perked up in your chair. 

"OH, NO WAY!" You exclaimed. Arlo sighed. 

"I might've given you too much..." He said. 

"You're going to hell" You slurred. 

"I need to go get something. I'll be back soon." He said. 

"Don't be too longg~" You said. He shot you a smile before he left. A few minutes later, he came back with a bottle in his hand. 

"What's that?" You asked. 

"You're thirsty, right?" He said. You nodded vigorously. He chuckled and brought the bottle to your lips. The scent of alcohol hits your nose as the drink slip down your throat. 

"Is this wine?" You said as he took the bottle away. 

"Better than nothing, right?" He said. "Drink up doll." He tipped the bottle, making you drink it down. You drank half the bottle.

"Better?" He asked. You panted, catching your breath. You were too disoriented to answer right away.

"I'll take that as a yes." He snickered. There was a knock at the door. He groaned.

"I'll be back." He said. He kissed you before leaving. You sat there a while, drunk and incoherent of your surroundings. Suddenly, Arlo came back in a hurry. He started to untie you. 

"W-what's going o-on?" You slurred.

"We're going on a little field trip, my dear." He said as he pulled you up. You almost fell over, too wasted to stand up for yourself.