I wake up to a horrible throbbing in my head. Hangovers are a fucking bitch. I forgot that it hurts this bad, but I still continue to go to parties because I dont give a fuck! That reminds of that song,
"Because
I dont
give a
fuuckkk."
Yeah thats my fucking jam right there. I dont care what yall say, thats my shit.
After singing that song in my head, I realize that Im not in my bed. Holy fuckturds. Where the hell am I?
I jolt up and look around frantically, looking at the room, myself to make sure I still have fucking clothes on, and then I look at the bed. Oh shit.
Carson. Carson is laying next to me.
Fuck.
I still have clothes on, and I dont think Carson would do anything. He isnt like that, atleast not towards me.
But then, I think about last night and what happened. But the only thing I remember clearly is, when Harry was taking that girl upstairs to a bedroom, and me being disappointed.
Why the fuck was I sad that he was going to fuck someone?
I need to stop.
I slowly take the covers off of me and take my feet out of the bed and get up. I go straight for the door, and I twist the doorknob. I look down each sides of the hallway as I shut the door behind me, making sure nobody sees me. I find the staircase and walk down them, hoping that the front door is close. When I reach the bottom, Im lead into what seems is the living room. An unknown boy to me, is laying on the longest couch, with another unknown boy at his feet, sitting up and sleeping. How do you not realize that youre sleeping like that? On the small couch, there is an unknown girl laying there, with a red solo cup in her hands. Wow. On the floor, there are many people that I dont know. There are red solo cups everywhere, trash, food, anything you could think of. I feel sorry for the person that has to clean this whole house up.
I look around and go down a hallway that I hope would bring me to the front door. When I reach the end, I finally find it. I walk as quickly as I can to get to it, but before I can, I slam into someone.
"Headed out so soon, Maze?" Who is this boy?
"What?" He has dark brown hair, and brown eyes. He is really tan, and lean.
"Why leave now, when the party is just beginning?" The unknown boy says,
"Who are you?" I ask, ignoring his previous question.
"Me? Im Reed." He says,
"Well, Reed, could you get out of my way so I can leave." I ask, trying to get around him, but failing.
"You know, a beautiful girl like you, shouldnt come to a party by herself." He says, smirking.
But then I realize something,
"I didnt come here alone actually." I say, with a smug smirk on my face.
"Oh?
He says, lifting his eyebrows as if he was confused and shocked at the same time.
"Who did you come with then, gorgeous?" Psshh, does he think he can just call me fucking gorgeous and get away with it? Because he ca-
"Me."
Ohh fuckkk
"And who the hell are you?" Reed asks, looking quite amused,
"Harry,
He was standing by my side now, with his arm around my waist.
"Her boyfriend."
Harry says, gripping me even tighter.
Wait a second. Where the fuck did he come from? He just came out of nowhere and said he was my boyfriend? At the time I needed him to? Theres no way....
Im going to play along though because
1. He is my ride home
2. I dont want to talk to Reed anymore and
3. I just want to fucking leave.
"Come on, dude. You are fucking lying." Reed says to Harry, crossing his arms.
"Im not. Am I, babe?" Harry asks me, making sure to let Reed know he was calling me babe and not Maze.
"No baby." I say to Harry, reaching up to kiss him on the lips, and then put my arms around him.
"Ugh, get a fucking room you slut."
Oh no the fuck he did not.
"What the fuck did you just call me?" I ask Reed,
"A slut." I swear to fucking god, if he ev-
"Dont you ever call her that." Harry growled, letting go of me and going up to Reed to grab the collar of his shirt.
"And what the fuck are you gonna do?" Reed asks, not looking scared one bit.
"This."
Harry says, punching him square in the nose, making Reed stumble back for a second, but he quickly regained it and swung at Harry. But Harry was quicker and he ducked, punching Reed in the gut and then kicking his legs out from under him, making him fall.
Harry got on top of him and started punching him in the face,
"Oh, sticking up for your whore of the day now Harry?" Reed remarks, flipping them over and punching Harry in the face now too.
"Huh?" Reed growls, getting in Harrys face,
Then Reed really crosses the line.
He pulls a fucking pocket knife out of his jeans and puts it up to Harrys neck.
I immediately run up to them, screaming at Reed.
"Stop!" I go over to Reed and try to pull him off of Harry, but he pushes me back with much more force and I lose my balance and fall on my back.
This reminds me of my father all over again. When he pushed me away when I was trying to help him, so he wouldnt kill that poor man. But it didnt work, and he left, walking into the dark, never looking back at me, or having any intentions of coming back.
I then see Harry swiftly take the knife out of his hands and flip them over, putting the knife up to Reeds neck now, whispering something to him, but I couldnt hear.
Harry then gets off of Reed and throws the knife across the room, looking pissed as ever, coming over to me to help me up.
"Are you alright?" He asked quickly, looking all over my body to see if he could find something wrong.
"Yeah. Im fine." I whisper, still a little shaken up.
"Im so sorry, Aaralynn." Harry says, trying to pull me into him, but I push him back.
No one calls me that. No one.
"Do not ever call me that again." I say through gritted teeth, running up to the door and opening it. Once I do, I dont look back, I run straight out the door, not listening to Harrys calls,
just like my father hadnt listened to mine.
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Guyss are people even reading this? :-\
