• chapter 8 •

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another hard chapter to write, but I think this was important. please don't kill me for what I did ;-;

Anyway, enjoy ~

"ouch, fuck."

I woke up when I heard Matthew groan. Sitting up, I looked at him as he knocked the glass of water down, wincing as the glass broke.

"Damnit." He looked up to see me looking at him.

"Why am I- oh right Sarah dropped me off yesterday. Wait was it Perry or Sarah?"

"Don't you think cleaning the glass in more important right now?" I smirked getting him another glass of water. I'm just being nice because hangovers suck.

"Thanks." He muttered picking up the aspirin from the table.

"You live alone, so can I stay for a bit?"

Humming in response, I picked up the glass. I bit my lip when one tore through and sliced my finger.

"Crap. Wait I'll clean the glass, go sanitize your hand."

"I'm okay, I'll do it."

"I broke it, so I'll clean it."

"I said-"

"Go clean your wound, jesus Christ."

Not wanting to argue anymore, I pouted getting up to get the first aid kit.

He put the bag of broken glass on the table, walking over to help with the bandaid I was struggling with.

"Wear a glove next time. "

"Maybe don't break a glass next time. "

"Don't put a glass next to a sleeping person."

"I was trying to be considerate!"

"Well-" he leaned down, his forehead almost touching mine.

"You're not very good at it."

I blushed, turning away.

"Shut up."

"You say shut up a lot."

"Shut- no I don't!"

He laughed going into the bathroom.

"I'm going to work, I'll come back by 4!" I screamed, walking out.

I saw a text notif, opening it to remind myself that my life is infact shit.

Y'know Liam, I'm not a very patient person. I don't appreciate what you did yesterday, you better be there at work.

I tried to ignore my gut, telling me to gtfo.

Almost at work, I yelped when a hand pulled me in the opposing direction.

"Wha-"

"We need to talk." Jeremy said calmly, a shiver travelling down my spine. Not good.

I struggled for a bit, trying to pull out my hand, but eventually gave up. I can't complete in strength, maybe I'll put my brain to use for once. I looked around, becoming more conscious of my surroundings. I tried to calm my panicked self.

He pulled me deeper into the streets, me trying my best to keep track.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5......5.

The amount of people around reducing with each street. I could practically hear my heart beat in my ears, my hands becoming cold.

Suddenly we were walking up stairs. Don't they have CCTV cameras here what the hell?

I looked out the window, finally able to recognise where I was. 5th Street, 8th apartment, 4th floor so far. Wait the left or right?

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