It's Complicated (ReUpload/Revamped)

(A/N): Happy very post Love Day! I just wanted to keep with my promise and update for the special day. I love you all, enjoy~!

Warning Disclaimer: This story contains themes of drug use. If you or anyone you know is struggling with substance abuse, please seek help immediately.

"Not forgiving is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die." — Unknown

(Y/N) = Your Name
(L/N) = Last Name
(N/N) = Nickname
(H/C) = Hair Color
(S/C) = Skin Color
(E/C) = Eye Color

(D/N) = Dad's Name
(D/L/N) = Dad's Last Name

I do not own any images/music. (Exception of my artwork)!

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(For this scene play: Never Felt So Alone - Labrinth)

Mike slouched in his chair, scrolling through messages from several angry people.

BB: What the hell happened?

Hello?

I'm trying to call (Y/N) and she's not picking up.

You better answer me mister!

Is she coming to work?

If she isn't, then you better get your ass in today!

Mikey!

He scrolled some more to find messages from Jeremy.

Jeremy: Mike, what was Dollhia doing at the party?

Mike, (Y/N) isn't answering me, Fritz, or anyone. Has she called you yet?

Why did Dollhia do that to (Y/N)? She didn't deserve this...

Hello?

Please call me!

I'm worried about her, please answer me back!

Mike...there's rumors going around that you were involved with Dollhia. Please tell me it's not true.

Mike's lips formed a thin line, cringing in hurt that Jeremy would assume such a thing, but what could he say in his defense? He scrolled some more. It was from Dollhia.

Dollhia: Mike, please, you have to listen to me!

Dollhia: I didn't mean for it to go this far!

Dolhia: I know I messed up, but you have to understand, I need you right now!

Dollhia: (Y/N) is going to get hurt if you don't help me! >:(

Dollhia: The police are involved, and I can't handle this alone!

Dollhia: Baby! You're the only one who can fix this!

Dollhia: I swear I'll make it up to you, just please answer!

"Fucking psycho," Mike sighed tiredly as he blocked her number. It didn't matter; she'd almost always find a burner phone to message him. He always regretted letting himself be in a
relationship with Dollhia, she always found some way to push his buttons.

Or his friends, now (Y/N). "Fuck." His face fell into his palms as he sat up, looking at the coffee table cluttered with trash, an ashtray full of cigarette butts, and scattered pills.