break my heart again - a dally winston love fanfic

twelve

"bryce ... no. w-what are y-you doing here?" i whimper as i shut the door and lock it.

"oh love, don't use that sad tone on me. a little birdy chipped that there was a party tonight, at that famous bucks. we're going together, heads up." bryce says, a smug smile following after. i shake my head and shakily exhale, scratching the side of my head.

"b-bryce, please. don't do this, at least not
tonight." and in those words, bryce hops off the bed and grips me by the hair, pulling me close to him.

"i didn't ask for your answer, elena. i'm going, whether you want to or not. i really don't care what you think." bryce whispers as he pushes me down the floor, making me slightly groan. i close my eyes and take a deep breath, standing up and carefully walking towards my closet.

"i-um, have nothing nice, bryce. i only have this white shirt with shorts, that's all." i stutter as i turn around, bryce looking in my drawers.

"good! just shows how low-life are you, but it'll slide. can't wait to have fun tonight." bryce takes something out and shoves it in his pants, making me cringe in disgust. before he sees i nod. i take the clothes out and start to walk to the door, but am stopped once my arm gets harshly yanked.

"change right here." bryce sternly says.

i nod and strip myself out of my clothes, feeling bryce's stare burn into my skin. i quickly glance at my reflection in the mirror, seeing the bruises on my hips and thighs.

"oh my poor baby! it's ok, i'll heal those bruises." bryce bends down and traces his cold hand over the bruises making me flinch. i quickly put on the clothes and wipe a tear away.

"ahhh all ready! since your dad seems to ... hate me, i'll sneak out the window and meet you in the front. be quick, you know my patience runs low." bryce says as i gasp while he jumps out the window.

"why me?" i quietly sob before taking a deep breath, walking out the door.

"mama, may i go to a party tonight? i swear i won't drink, just hang out with a few amigos." i plead as my mom shakes her head, making me roll my eyes.

"no, elena. you know how dangerous fiestas get when there's plenty of greasers around. the answer is no." i mentally thank her as she looks up at me.

"fine, i'll go ask papa."

"papa, can i go to a party tonight? no beer or alcohol, te prometo. i haven't had fun in a while, so please, can i go?" i ask as papa removes his glasses, sighing.

"i don't see why not, elena. just, don't drink that much." papa says as i smile.

"gracias, papa." i say as i hug him before walking out, running to bryce's car.

"finally! took you a fucking while." bryce yells as he immediately starts to drive before i could even close the door.

we (uncomfortably) make it to bucks, making me gulp as we enter the doors. i look around and spot liam sitting at a table. i was about to look away but he looks up, waving at me.

"he's a friend, only a friend." i mutter to bryce as we walk hand in hand to liam.

"liam, hey!" i cheer as i bring him into a hug, feeling bryce shift.

"elena my love, hello! and who is this friend you brought?" liam raises an eyebrow, making me look at bryce and see him widely smirk.

"i'm her boyfriend." bryce says as i sympathetically look at liam, guessing he catches on.

"oh yes, you're the amazing boy she's talked to me about." liam says as he takes his hand out, bryce chuckling while shaking it. we sit at the table, awkwardly looking around while drinking.

"let's dance!" bryce says as i nod, fakely smiling as we walk to the dance floor.

"babe, at least out on a real smile, won't you?" bryce grabs me by the hips and pulls me closer to him.

we "dance" for a while until i make the excuse that i want a drink, making us sit back down.

i look down, my eyes widening once i realize what i've done.

bryce and dally.

oh no.

"oh my god, trouble maker coming this way." liam warns, bryce and i looking up. bryce smirks, taking my drink and gulping it down without remorse.

"elena ... come here now." dally pulls me behind him bryce clapping as he laughs.

"why are you here?" dally yells as he glares at bryce, his look filled with hatred.

"here to have fun, dallas." i confusingly look at both of them as i see bryce stand up.

"w-wait, how do you know his name, bryce?" i ask.

"let him explain, my beautiful angel." bryce crosses his arms and raises his head.

"dally .... ? how does h-he know y-you?" i demand.

"bryce .... is my cousin. we're cousins."