Promise me>>l.h.

Chapter 11

Warning: possible triggering
[taylors POV]
To Lukeeyy: hey. My friend just invited me to a party. She said bring anyone. With you be my anyone babe.

From Lukeeyy: aw trying to sound cute and cliché aren't we? Well yes I will be your anyone.

I laughed at his text as I began to get ready for the party. I decided to wear a tight black dress and black high heals. I curled my hair. I wanted to look good for Luke. He's never seen me this undressed before.

Luke came and picked me up and we drove to the party.

"Hey Tay!" My friend Anna said to me. Already starting to get drunk.

"Wow there's a lot of people here!" I scream over the loud music.

"Yeah. And who's this cutie?" She points to Luke.

"This is my boyfriend Luke." I say

"Aw darn he's already taken. Oh well. Have fun you guys. There are condoms in my drawer if you plan on..." She winks at me. I just laugh and walk away.

Me and Luke went over to the 'bar' and got ourselves drinks. He said he had to go to the bathroom so I showed him where it was and he left.

Half way through the next song a drunk collage kid came up to me and started grabbing my hips. He came from behind so I thought it was Luke. I started grinding back but then realized it wasn't. I tried to get away but he only tightened his grip.

"Strong little one we got here don't we?" He slurs

"Get off of me right now." I scream

"Save your screams for later baby." He smirks.

The last thing I saw of Luke was looking at me with hurt eyes then running out of the house.

I finally got away from the big drunk guy and tried to find Luke. Sadly, his car was already gone.

I spent the next half hour walking home in the dark until I got to Lukes house.

"What the hell Luke!" I yelled.
"Why did you just fucking leave me back there!?"

"Oh shut up Taylor!" Luke yelled. He's obviously been drinking.

"What are you talking about?? How is this my fault Luke.?" I scream

"You're so fucking annoying Taylor. Playing the innocent it's not my fault card. You're a slut you know that. I saw you on that guy. Just fucking leave you worthless whore." Luke screams

"Luke.." My voice a lot more quiet now.

"GET OUT!" He yells. He shoves me out the door and slams it.

I ran out of his house crying. How could he fucking say those things to me. I didn't do anything. It was all the drunk guy that was on me.
I went home and started to cut. Slut. Whore. And from my own boyfriend who 'loves me'. Maybe it is true. Maybe I'm just worthless.
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Shit Luke wtf is your issue
Ily