My babysitter, Chandler Riggs . {{A Chandler Riggs fanfic}}

Chapter 24: Parties

~ Your POV ~

I pull away from Sam as fast as I could and looked up at Chandler in shock .

"Uh, Do you two need a minute or?" Chandler smirks .

"What do you need, Chandler?" I hear Sam speak up .

"Can I borrow a jacket?" He glances at me and then back at Sam .

"I'm taking some girl out for dinner tonight ." he adds . Why does he do this to me? It's like he's trying to cause me pain .

"Yeah, Let me go find one ." Sam mumbles as he gets up from the sofa . Fuck . Fuck, no . Sam, Come back .

As Sam leaves the living-room, I watch Chandler wonder around the room, randomly stuffing things inside his pockets, and occasionally look over at me .

"Hey, Babe ." His words making me want to break down in tears . He walks towards me while waiting for me to answer him .

"Why so quite, *y/n*?" He says stroking my cheek, with absolutely no expression written on his face .

I was about to say something, when Sam entered . He was holding a black, leather jacket and handing it to Chandler .

"Thanks, " Chandler says, walking over to Sam .

"The party's still on tonight, right?" Chandler adds . Oh, I like parties ..

"Yeah, Of course ." Sam answers .

As Chandler leaves, Sam walks back over to me .

"I'm throwing a party tonight ." Sam chirps .

"Cool ." I mumble .

"And I want you there ." he breathes out a laugh .

"Oh .. Right, right ." I laugh with him .

Sam and I just sit on the sofa looking at each as awkwardness surrounds us .

"So, uh ." Sam chuckles and looks down, biting his lip .

"I'm sorry ." He whispers .

"About Chandler ." Sam speaks up .

"Yeah, it's okay . I mean, you tried to warn me and stuff ." I speak, making him lift his head .

There's that awkward silence again ..

•••Three Hours Later•••

The smell of alcohol and cigarettes fills every room as party music blares from speakers scattered around the house . I can feel the windows shaking from how lound it is . There has to be about three hundred people here . The lights are all turned off except for the colorful, flashing strobe lights and everyone's dancing, drinking, and breaking stuff .

"Uh, Sam?" I yell over the music and people .

"Yeah?" He laughs and yells back .

"I don't know any of these people, and I-" "Well, go meet some people ." Sam interrupts me .

"Hey, You drink right?" Sam asks, well, yells .

"Um . No?" I laugh .

Sam nods his head at my response as I dive in to the sea of people . Most of them are like a foot taller than me and I can't make out their face's .

I start to feel a pair of hands on my sides, dragging me out of the crowded room . As I'm dragged out, I get pushed up against a wall . A flash of colorful light hits his face, and I see who it is . Standing in front of me, is Chandler Riggs . His eyes are all blood-shot and he's holding a red cup .

"Chandler-" "Shhh ." He leans in and his lips hit mine .

As I try to push him off me, a piece of his lip-ring catches my bottom lip and slices my lip open . I start to scream as Chandler pushes his hand over my mouth, causing it to hurt more . I feel blood start to roll down my chin as Chandler removes his hand .

"Shh ." I hear him whisper over the music .

He pins me to the wall with one hand and with the others hand, he raises his cup . He puts the alcohol-filled cup between my lips . The syrup-like substance pours down my throat as a burning sensation covers my bottom lip .

"Chandler!" I cry out and sruggle to get out of his grasp .

"Shh . shhhh ." He breathes on my neck as he pushes me hard against the wall . I start to feel drowsy as my surroundings become a blur,and then like that, I'm out .

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I wake up leaning against the dinning room wall . Half of the people from the party left, and I hear faint rock music coming from the each room . I try to keep my head up as I notice my 'former' gray crop-top is now blood stained . God, I have a headache . Crushed, red Dixie Cups are scattered around the dinning room . And there's trash . Everywhere .

I take my fingers and run them across my bottom lip, remembering last night . Sam . I need to find Sam . Hopefully Chandler has left by now and isn't passed out on the sofa some where .

I slowly get up from where I'm sitting and begin to wonder around . There's a few drunk people softly dancing to imaginary music, but most of them are pasted out in the floor .

"Sam?" I yell in a hushed state .

I hear a few moans from an intoxicated boy laying in the floor . As I get a better look at him I realize that it's Sam .

"Hey Sam?" I whisper .

No answer .

"Sam ." I say louder, shaking him .

He let's out a couple more moans and then falls back to sleep .

"Fuck, Sam . Get up!" I say loudly, kicking his side .

"Ow, What the fuck do you want,Bitch ." Sam yells as he opens his eyes .

"Can you driving me home?" I give him an ancient smile .

"No?" He growls, rolling on his side .

"But- You can walk ." he mumbles .

So, I end up walking home . As I enter my Uncle and Aunt's house, I find them waiting for me in the living room .

"Where the hell have you been!?" I hear Uncle Leo scream .

"Party at Sam's ."I mumble sleepily .

"Did we give you permission to go to this 'Party at Sams'?" My aunt yells .

"No, I just thought- No, you weren't thinking! At all!" She yells . Why does everyone fucking interrupt me?

"And why the hell are you covered in blood?" My Uncle yells .

"Well, You see- You smell like alcohol!" Aunt Gina says, walking towards me .

"Well, It was a party- I can't! I can't handle this!" My aunt yells again .

"We're finding you a new home!" Aunt Gina says loudly .

"Wait, What! You can't do that, I live here!" I say back at them .

"Yeah, at our house ." Uncle Leo states .

"Hey, that babysitter you had didn't seem to have any problems with you ." She points out . Chandler? Oh, hell no .

"I think I still have his number too ." My Uncle mutters, rummaging through his wallet .

This isn't happening . Please, please tell me this isn't happening .
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