I sat down there, on the concrete, wondering what had just happened. I pushed myself off the concrete and went back inside. The music boomed in my ears and a headache started forming.
I went to the kitchen and grabbed a water, hoping the intense pain in my forehead would go away.
Just in case you were interested, it didn't.
I groaned and decided to look for Blaze and Parker. I went to the living room and didn't see them expect a bunch of people doing belly button shots. I could already fill the puke in my throat.
I looked outside, thinking Parker took Blaze outside for fresh air, but they were nowhere to be found. I drank more of my water since I started feeling hot. It did taste weird, but I just assumed it was a different type or water than what I usually drink.
I kept looking around, hoping to find them, but never found them. I groaned in frustration.
If they left me here, I'm going to kill them once I find them and I won't show mercy.
I drank more of my water when I started feeling even hotter. I kept panting and I went back downstairs to get more water.
I kept feeling hot, but I had originally thought it was from the running around the house and stress and frustration.
I grabbed another water and took a sip as I kept turning my head, hoping to see them, but never caught a glimpse of them. I wasn't really worried, more of stressed and frustrated that they had just left me here at this party.
My headache got worse and I couldn't stop groaning at the pain. Everything was hot and I chugged my water, hoping it would help.
It didn't.
I went to the kitchen and grabbed another cup of water. When I entered the living room, hazel eyes locked with mine and my mind went all over the place. I drank more of my water and quickly looked away and started walking.
As I was walking, a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. I looked over my shoulder to be faced with a guy I didn't recognize. I furrowed my eyebrows as the guy grinned at me and moved closer to me.
"What's a cutie like you doing here all alone?"
I ignored the guys question and immediately my head started spinning and I kept drinking my water hoping this headache would stop.
I tried squirming out of his grip, but he was much stronger than me. He gripped my waist tighter and I felt myself getting hotter.
"Get the fuck away from me!" I hissed as I tried getting out of his hold. I looked back at him and saw his grin growing bigger.
He let go and I immediately dashed away from him. I went upstairs, feeling my head start to spin again.
Everything felt dizzy and hot. I rubbed my forehead with my fingers and groaned. The extremely loud music and my headache were not cohesive together.
I bumped into something strong and hard and looked up, expecting to see a wall, but instead was faced with a guy smirking at me. I gulped and backed away.
I was in a bad state, I needed to get out of here.
I tried to run, but the guy grabbed my wrist and I almost fell. I tried pulling away, but he pulled me towards him, and I collided into his broad chest.
I didn't try to look at the guy, I only cared about getting back to my house and leaving this place. My forehead still hurt from hitting his chest and the incredibly loud, obnoxious music.
He rested his two fingers on my chin and jaw, forcing me to face him. He moved his head closer to mine and a shiver went down my spine when I could practically feel his breath.
This moment reminded me too much of my past and everything that was him that I tried to forget about.
My breath hitched in my throat when he grabbed my waist like how the other guy did and held me firmly as I turned around to twist out of his hold.
As I assumed, he was much stronger and was holding my waist tightly. I kept struggling and I stopped when I felt him slide his finger down, under my jeans and went going further.
I kept trying to get out of his hold, but that only made him use the other hand and grab my waist even tighter. I wasn't a crier, but this moment had made me start reliving that night.
A tear went down my cheek, and I bit my lip when he slid his finger under my underwear and curled it against my entrance. Now I started panicking. I was struggling to get out of his hold and at the same time this guy was sexually harassing me.
I didn't yell because my stubbornness thought I didn't need anyone, but I started freaking out when he slid his finger in me and rubbed against me.
"Get the fuck off!" I yelled, my throat dry. I felt another tear escape my eye as I continued struggling getting out of his grip.
He laughed and quickened his pace, adding another finger and I wasn't going to moan. There was nothing about this situation that resulted in pleasure on my end.
"I'm not done until I know you're at your climax."
I felt a lump in my throat and I wanted to puke. Everything felt hot and I was too lightheaded to put this guy in his place.
He quickened his pace and I felt more tears roll down my cheek as I struggled to get away from him. He whispered softly in my ear saying, "Don't fight it. I'll only go faster."
I ignored him and decided to use the only thing I was good at when it came to situations like this. Fighting.
My first instinct was to kick his nuts, but since he was behind me my other instinct was to step on his foot. I did and he did groan and pulled his hand out of me, but kept his other hand holding me. It just wasn't as tight. That meant it was working.
I turned around, and punched the guy in the jaw. After I did this, his hand immediately escaped from my waist. I instantly ran from the guy and heard him groan and I felt a little better. I went into the first room that I saw and luckily no one was banging in it.
I sat down on the bed with my legs dangling over the side, immediately pulling my pants back up and zipping them since they were loose.
I clenched my fists on the bed as let a few tears escape from my eyes. I stopped when I let the weak part of me finish and sat completely down on the bed looking at my hands.
I clenched them. I wish I was stronger. I wish I had thicker skin. I wish I wasn't so pathetic. I told myself.
For years, two things made me weak. My anorexia and harassment. Not just regular harassment, but sexual harassment. I experienced plenty of that from my ex who was the guy I always called him by.
I tried to forget everything. Everything about him, and everything we went through. He was one of those guys that seemed perfect during the beginning, but I later realized we both were only each other's sex toy.
We'd hook up only when one of us wanted to forget something. We were never official since he hooked up with other girls, it was an open relationship or fling. I didn't know, I was young and naïve.
I don't even know why I kept hooking up with him, maybe it was nice having someone that helped me forget about my problems. But it was always scary because if I wasn't careful enough, I could have ended up pregnant.
My head fell between my legs and I tried to control my breathing. A few moments later, a knock from the door filled my ears and I looked at the door. I wiped my face, making sure there wasn't anymore tears.
I got up from the bed and started walking towards the door, returned with another knock that made the person ask, "Is someone in here?"
I furrowed my eyebrows. The voice was so familiar. I opened the door and was met with hazel eyes. Oh great, this is just great.
"Oh, I didn't know you were coming to the party."
I raised an eyebrow. "Because you didn't just see me downstairs like five minutes ago."
He rolled his eyes.
"Well I heard some yelling from up here, did you see what was going on?" He asked.
I gulped once he said that and shook my head. "Not that I know of. I was in this room the entire time." I lied, using a shaky breath.
He arched an eyebrow at me. "Doing what exactly?"
"Stuff." I replied, trying not to make anything obvious.
"Okay? Well is there a bathroom in here?"
I turned around and saw an open door that looked like it was connected to a bathroom.
"I think so." I let the door stay open, inviting him in, as I walked over to the open door to check if it was a bathroom. I waved him over and nodded as he walked in.
"Sorry I just couldn't find any open bathrooms." He stated as he walked in the bathroom.
I tried to ignore the massive headache and the dizziness that I was still dealing with. I didn't understand why I was so dizzy, I had enough water and didn't drink once.
I pressed my fingers to my forehead, groaning.
"Yeah, I can see where you're coming from. Everyone is using the bathroom for an orgy apparently."
I heard him chuckle and went towards the bed and sat on it. My legs dangled over the edge as I sat there, trying to forget what had just happened.
After a few seconds I heard him flush the toilet and start washing his hands. I rubbed my forehead, groaning at the pain and dizziness that I wished would go away.
Ashton came out eyeing me. "What's with all the groaning?" He questioned.
"I really don't know, I mean I drank plenty of water, but I feel dizzy and I have this massive headache. Oh and everything feels hot."
Ashton waved me off. "I got a headache too from this music, and also people are saying some guys spiked the drinks."
I started coughing and looked over at him. "I'm sorry, some guys spiked some of the drinks?"
Ashton nodded and I felt myself start to feel dizzier. I pressed my forehead, groaning, accepting the fact I had three spiked drinks and didn't realize.
I looked up seeing Ashton raising his eyebrows at me. I got off the bed and stared into his eyes, getting a weird feeling.
I think I drank too many spiked waters.
I'm not used to shots and alcohol, so I was a type of person to easily get drunk. I never purposely drank, knowing how I would act.
I turned away quickly before I did or said something stupid. I was too stubborn to act like a fool in front of anyone, especially the great Ashton Hart.
"You heard yelling from up here, didn't you?"
I looked back at him and my body tensed. I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to hide my tense body. "No? I only hear music."
He raised an eyebrow, giving me a stern look.
"I think you're lying to me. You're just too good that you forget that body language matters when it comes to lying."
Shit. I hoped my tenseness would be covered by my facial expressions, but he was right. Body language was a very crucial aspect when trying to lie.
He walked towards me as I walked back and soon felt a wall hit my back, or my back hit a wall. He blocked my entrance with an arm, staring right at me into my eyes.
"Now let's try this again, Robin did you hear anyone yell?"
I shook my head, trying to cover the anxiousness written all over my face and the tenseness booming throughout my entire body.
He kept staring at me, intimidating me, but I wouldn't let him phase me. I didn't tense or move at all. I stared back at him as he examined my face, trying to get me to crack. He finally sighed.
"Fine, you win." He removed his arm and I let out a breath I didn't even knew I had been holding. He walked towards the door and then stopped.
"You know, you yell really loud." He looked back at me, looking for a response. I folded my arms, telling him I wasn't fazed at his words.
He doesn't know anything that happened. And he doesn't have to know.
He looked me up and down and finally left. I sighed as I sat back down on the bed and rested my head in my hands. I was too tired to even move so naturally I let my sleep and tiredness take over.
~•~
I woke up in my bedroom, realizing I wasn't where I originally was. I look to my right end see Aiden sitting down, looking out my window. When I move, his gaze instantly turns to mine. I hear him sigh in relief under his breath and walked over to me.
He kneels by the bed as I'm staring into his eyes, sitting up. He places a hand over mine and I flinch at his touch. His expression of relief changes to confusion, but I'm not ready to tell them what happened last night.
A memory I wish to forget.
I push myself off the bed, leaving his touch and head for the kitchen for some water. I was a little hungover to say the least. A cold shower and lots of hydration were things I knew you needed when hungover.
I grabbed out a bottle of water and chugged it. Feeling a little better, I looked at the bag of bagels we had. I bit my lip, debating whether or not I'd eat one of them. I turned away from it.
I'll eat at Lunch.
I headed for the door, but flinched at the touch of arms wrapping around me. I looked over my shoulder and saw Aiden giving me a worried look.
"You're not going to eat?" he questioned.
I bit my lip and shook my head. I couldn't let anyone figure out about anything. I wasn't prepared to tell anyone about my eating disorder, it would cause something I never wanted something to be caused from.
Drama and hesitation.
I didn't want my friends and parents to not trust me, but it seems like all I ever do is refuse to trust them in return. How could you trust someone who refuses to trust you back and yet wants your trust? And for what, so you can abuse that trust? I didn't want that.
Not with the people I've finally considered my own family. I couldn't do that to them.
"Aiden." I say softly.
I didn't want this. Aiden was too good for me, he had everything a guy wanted and a girl dreamed of having and yet out of all the girls he wanted me.
Seven billion hearts and his decided to beat for the one that doesn't beat for his.
He leans in to kiss me, but I turn away quickly. I can't let him show me affection because if I let him he'll get the wrong idea. I don't want him to think I want him in that context, I didn't want to play with his feelings.
He's my best friend, the last thing I would want to do is use him or hurt him.
"Where is Blaze and Parker? What even happened last night? How did I get here?" I ask, questions burning in my head.
Aiden cleared his throat as I got a glimpse of a slight frown. I wish I felt bad, but it was for the best. I couldn't hurt him.
"Well Parker and Blaze found you in a bedroom last night and they took you home. Parker did have to carry you since they walked there from what they told me," He said, answering my second and third question.
"And last time I checked, both of them, Delilah, and Lylith went out for breakfast while I waited for you to wake up."
Least that answered all my questions.
"I need to ask Blaze something, where are they?"
And right as I said that and Aiden opened his mouth to answer, my phone dinged. I looked at the coffee table and grabbed my phone, receiving a text from Blaze.
"Hey, where are you? I need to ask you something."
"Now's not the time for questions, I need you over here now."
I cocked my head to the side.
"What? Where even are you?"
"I'll send you the address, just come here quick."
"First, explain to me why."
"Delilah got in a fight with a guy and his friends because he was laughing and making fun of Lylith and her for being lesbian."