truth or dare? // lrh | EDITING | DO NOT READ

*Chapter 17- Part 2*

•Amelia's Point of View;•

"What bet, Millie?" Luke repeated and narrowed his eyes.

My hand was clasped over my mouth as my eyes were wide. My throat went dry and there were no words that I could possibly say to get myself out of this.

I bowed my head shamelessly, I was still drunk but had sobered up a little.

"Millie, don't ignore me. What bet?!" He began to get a little more angry. But I couldn't say anything, I didn't know what to say, there was nothing.

I peeked up through my eyelashes and saw Luke with his elbows rested on his knees, huddled over. He unclasped his hands for a moment to run a frustrated hand through his hair. I felt guilty, I felt stressed, I felt like I'd let everyone, including myself, down.

And I hated it.. because it was true.

We sat there in dead silence, until he spoke up, "Millie, just tell me."

He was getting frustrated and angry, he had his nostrils flared and he took multiple of deep breaths.

"Um," I croaked out, "W-when I came up to you in the bar, it was a bet. A group of friends and I were.. we were playing t-truth or dare. They dared me to fall in love, and if I didn't I'd have to forfeit. I didn't want to loose, that's when I came up to y-you." A tear fell down my cheek.

I was disappointed in myself.

It fell back silent again. Luke kept his head bowed and his jaw clenched and unclenched. The tears were by now, unstoppable. I was a mess and couldn't control myself.

"Luke, say something." I whispered.

He stayed silent.

"Luke," I repeated.

"What do you want me to say Millie?" His head shot up, "Huh?"

This time I stayed silent.

"So, you never loved me? Our relationship was based on a bet?" Luke shouted.

"No, of course not!" I shouted back and furrowed my eyebrows.

"Well that's what it seems like, Millie!"

"Luke, the bet was off along time ago, I swear!" I protested but he shook his head and laughed.

"And you expect me to believe that? I don't know if I can trust you anymore." He sniffled.

I stayed quiet, I couldn't say anything more. It was horrible, I felt horrible, but I deserved everything I got right now.

"I-I think you should leave." He stuttered, pushing me out and shutting the door in my face and leaving me no choice.

I stood there, on his doorstep for a few extra moments. I didn't know what had just happened. I couldn't believe it. Everything just escalated so quickly.

Deciding on my next actions, I pulled off my heeled boots and carried them in my hand as I walked to the nearest liquor shop.

When I stepped outside of the alcoholic shop with a bottle of vodka in my hand, I unscrewed the lid and started chugging it down. I began walking to a park, where I sat on a bench with my vodka, and began crying.

I wanted to wash away all the pain. All the guilt. All the lies. But I can't. So for now, this will have to do.

I completely lost track of time, and before I knew it, the bottle of vodka in my hand was empty, and I could already feel the hangover coming over me.

As I pulled my knees up to my chest to hug them tightly, the sun began to rise. I'd never watched the sunrise before, however even in my drunken state, I was fascinated by the beautiful sky.

I wanted to get away. So I stood up and began the way I thought was my flat. It took 2 hours to get home, instead of the usual 20 minute walk from that local park. I decided to walk really slowly, due to the pounding in my head.

When I finally got through the door of my apartment, I quickly unlocked it and went in. Tears started to brim in my eyes unwillingly and they fell, I punched my wall and chucked my lamp on the floor. I was angry. Angry at everything. I then shook my head and wiped away my tears before dropping my shoes and collapsing on the sofa. My fingers slipping away from the empty vodka bottle in my hand, and it dropped and smashed onto the floor.

My eyes became droopy and soon enough, I had passed out.

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