•Strangely Attracting• HypodermicSallyXReader

• Bloodstains •

This time i wasnt sad, i was fucking angry, angry at her for leaving, angry at myself for thinking she would stay.

I went down to the bar, mascara smudged all over my face. But i didnt care at this point.

"Damn, someone had a little too much fun last night" Liz said, i shot her a death stare... basically my way of asking her nicely to shut the fuck up.

My head was pounding, whether it was from being hungover or angry i couldnt tell.

"Oh sweety, what happened" she asked as i sat down.

I banged my head straight down onto the counter of the bar letting out a sigh.... "Sally"

"Oh honey, you should have enjoyed yourself and not thought about her" she says while rubbing my head and messing up my hair more than it already was.

"Kinda hard to do that when she shows up at your door, threatens and then proceeds to kill the girl you were having sex with, then you fuck her and she leaves..." i say in one breath causing Liz to look at me like i had six heads...

"Wait you had sex with Sally? She killed the guitarist? You had sex with a dead body in the room?..... speaking of.... wheres the body now?" Liz began playing a game of 20 questions apparently.

"Yes, yes, yes and..... i dont actually know where the body went....."

"how did you lose a dead body?" Liz asked

"If I'm being honest i was a little too preoccupied on not losing the other dead person in the room"

"Wait there was another dead person? Sally killed two people?"

"No.... Sally is the other dead person" i say rolling my eyes, for such a wize womans she can be really dumb sometimes.

"So both dead people disappeared afterwards"

"Wow. Thanks for reminding me that not even dead people wanna hang out with me" rolling my eyes again.

"You know thats not what i meant smart ass, besides bitch i hang out with you" Liz snaps.

"I know, and i am grateful for everything you do queen"

"Hmm... you better be"

The rest of the day was spent scrubbing the carpet of my room. I first had to get some cleaning supplies from Ms Evers. I knocked on her door that was slightly open before stepping inside.

I found her in the bathroom scrubbing a bloodstained sheet, looks like Sally wasnt the only one who had fun last night.

"Whos handy work was this?" I ask and Ms Evers jumps.

"I didnt see you there dear, Mr March's." She replies.

"Ahh the hotel owner turned serial killer, I'm a fan of his work" I say winking to her.

She blushes and turns back to look at the sheet. No matter how much she scrubbed the blood just wouldnt come out.

"Here let me help you" i left the room to get hand soap and came back...

"The trick with blood is soap and cold water, it gets the heavy stuff out and the washing machine can do the rest" I say.

"Wow. How do you know that?" She looks astonished.

"Um.... Girl Problems" i say trying not to sound too suspicious, oops?

After successfully getting the stain out of my carpet i had to get ready.

I just threw on some denim shorts and oversized Nirvana shirt (that looked as if it could have been a dress) a belt around my waist , fishnets and platform Doc Martens. And of course my oversized Cardigan that had become my signature look at this point.

After i finished the last song i made my way to the bar where i proceeded to get absolutely locked. I then noticed Sally and her boy toy John in the corner.

I made my way over to them, i was jealous and hurt.... and very very drunk. This wasnt going to end well.

"Hey, how're you doing bud" John says, hes acting as if I'm a child.

"Great. Absolutely fucking great. Wanna know why?" I ask getting closer to him....

"I had sex with a ghost last night" i whisper in his ear... but i made sure it was loud enough for Sally to hear.

"Don't" she said giving me a stern look. I gave her a smirk.

* play song here *

He looked at me confused "I think you've had too much to drink" he says trying to move my glass away from me. I quickly grab it and down the remaining alcohol.

"You dont believe me? Explain this" i stopped to show the love bites that were all over my neck and stomach....

"I'm getting hickeys from my bed bugs
I'm getting busy with a bad perfume
I'm sticking kisses to a pen drug
I'm making friction with a sad vaccuum"

I stop to look at Sally who is now looking pretty angry at me. "Stop" she mouths one last time.

"I'm having sex with a ghost, 'cause she knows I'm alone
She's a freak in the sheets"

I get really close to him and whisper...

"I'm sleeping with a ghoul" then i proceeded to blacking out. The last thing i hear was Sally saying "for fucks sake" and that was it...

A/N

Dont pay attention to the "story" i wrote last night. I was drunk and its just one big mess and bundle of inside jokes between "The Cult Of Paulson" so um.... it doesnt make a lot of sense.

Friendly Advice: DONT WRITE STORIES WHEN YOUR DRUNK!

Until next time children ♡

~Pam