For Me ❦ || Mattia Polibio

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y/n's pov

later that night...

ding dong

i quickly jog to the door and saw dylan through the little peephole carrying something. 

"hey, what'd you bring?" i ask him. 

"what do you think?" he holds up a big soda bottle.

"sprite? i had sprite in my fridge," i point. 

"no it's vodka," he laughs. "i just put it in a soda bottle so that no one would suspect anything. i learned that in california." 

wow california. "oh that's pretty smart. wanna go up to my room?" 

"yeah for sure." the two of us walk up my stairs and into my room. 

a/n: this next scene may be triggering to some of you guys but i went through something similar one time and i am completely, 100% okay now; please don't feel bad for me. if you've experienced anything like this please talk to someone, people care and love you.

if you're sensitive please skip and i can fill you in the next chapter :)

an hour later...

dylan and i drank so much in such a short time that the both of us were drunk already. he was more drunk that i was, i could still function and think somewhat properly but he was wasted.

"come here," dylan grabbed me and started kissing me intensely. i didn't want to, but i kissed him back. 

but then he started taking off my pants. "dylan, stop," i laugh lightly. 

"why? it's nothing we haven't done before." he continues trying to yank them off. "y/n come on."

"no dylan i said stop." i push his hands away. 

"you said you started gaining feelings for mattia after you guys slept together so maybe that's what we need to do too," he says. 

"it doesn't work like that." i try scooting away from him. "dylan let me go." 

"no come on let's just have fun first." he manages to slip his hand into my pants. 

"ow that hurts," i whimper. "i'm not in the mood to do anything." 

"why not?" 

"cause i'm not okay-- take your hands out please," i beg one last time. "dylan seriously stop, get off me."

dylan didn't listen to me and continued doing his actions with his fingers, causing more pain. it hurt so bad, i didn't know what to do, he was so much stronger than me. he leaned in to kiss me and used his other hand to hold my face in place. 

i started crying and use my hands to push his chest away. "how can you violate me like this?" 

"you probably let mattia do this to you-- why won't you let me?" he shouts. "i'm not stopping until you finish." i slap him across the face as hard as i can, making him take out his hand from my pants so he can hold his face. "did you just slap me?" 

"get out," i point to the door. "now. before i call the cops."

"you've definitely have changed," he mumbles as he gets off my bed. 

"i've changed? you just fingered me without permission i literally told you to stop," i remind him. 

"whatever, i'm out of here," he scoffs. 

there was a little blood near my area making me cry even more. i sit on my bed and let the tears flow as much as they needed to until i heard the door bell. i wrap my blanket around me and head downstairs towards the door. 

before i opened it, i looked through the peephole to see who it was and felt relief when i saw it wasn't dylan. 

"what're you doing here?" i mumbled, through the crack of the door. (i didn't open it all the way)

"i don't really know how these things are suppose to go," mattia laughs. "i'm here to apologize and i heard you like chocolate so i brought you some." i was deep into my thoughts on what just happened that i didn't know what to say back to him. "uh.. if you can open the door a little more i can give it to you." 

"maybe another time," i say lowly. i tried closing the door but his hand stopped it. 

"wait wait, okay that wasn't my best apology-- let me try again," he said. "i'm sorry for making it seem like i used you-- i didn't. that night met so much to me and it was probably the happiest i've been in a while too. this year changed a lot of things including my feelings towards you. i don't hate you anymore, i've actually grown quite fond of you which sounds corny, i know, but you're not so bad after all." 

i wanted so badly to hug him and tell him i didn't hate him anymore either, but my mind was frozen in fear. "thanks mattia but can we talk tomorrow?"

"uh sure.. are you okay? you sound a little bit off. and why is the door not opened all the way?" he chuckles. 

i discretely wipe away my tears. "i don't feel good right now, i'll talk to you later. bye." 

a/n: this was so depressing i'm sorry. some girls actually have gone through this and they're the strongest people out there, proud of yall. 

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