wild and running || a.b. (series on hold)

Chapter 36

I eventually down about four of those and I'm feeling a bit tipsy. Maybe more than a bit... I never drink. The world is spinning and I have the greatest buzz. I Walk around the frat house, or should I say stumble, and enter the kitchen. Smoke is thick as I walk through. There's no telling how many chemicals I'm inhaling but I could care less. 

I look over to the kitchen counter to see a blonde haired girl sitting up on the counter, her legs are spread and she's leaning back. Hopefully wearing panties because all I see is a white shirt. No bra either because her headlights are shining bright.

I look next to her to see a man submerged in smoke. He has lots of ta-

Wait, I know those tattoos. Once the smoke clears, sure enough there he is. Mr. Andy Biersack. I drop my bottle and it shatters. Lots of people turn heads and I flush red. I feel like I just died. So that's why he left. He wanted to fuck some blonde! I see. 

His head turns to the sound of the commotion, the blonde doesn't even move, she just looks at him  and continues to dangle her legs. As soon as his eyes connect with me they widen. They're way redder than when I saw them early this morning. I stick out my hip and cross my arms, intoxication gives me confidence I've never discovered. Dog whistles age heard while my dress crawls up my thighs, I let it as he watches. I shift my weight, swinging my hips to the other side. 

"So. Is this why you left?" I ask in a broad tone. I see his nostrils flare and he takes another puff of what whatber is in his hand. "I thought I made it clear that I didn't love you." The words fall so casually that it hurt more than if he would have spat it in my face. "Well... You see," I begin while strolling over to a guy leaning up against the wall.

The whole kitchen is silent.

"I was just coming to enjoy myself." I smile while putting my arm on his shoulder. "Are you drunk?" He asks. His volume is increasing, I can tell he's starting to lose it. "Just a little." I giggle while falling on the man. I'll admit, he is very stunning. Blonde hair in a quiff and blue eyes... Yes please. "Well, well." He man says while looking down at me, his voice rings in a wonderful Irish accent. I look back at Andy and I feel the girls eyes burning into my skin. I ignore making eye contact with her, like she deserves it.

Andy throws whatever he's smoking down and comes towards me, grabbing my shoulders surprising forcefully, and yanks me away from the guy.

"Listen you little slut." He growls. I stiffen up as he squeezes my shoulders painfully tight, "You're fucking wasted you little bitch! Get you ass home and stop trying to go fucked. We both know that's all I wanted from you anyways. Stop trying to get my attention because I don't care anymore." He says. The veins in his neck are popping out dramatically.

How could you say that?

"Good. I don't care either." I snap back. Almost wincing at the pain in my arms, I make a snooty comment. "I bet she can't make you feel as good as I do." 

I could tel that made his blood boil. I whimpered at the pain driving through my arms, I felt his nails dig into my back. "Uh. Excuse me." The blonde haired boy says while pulling Andy's shoulder he releases me and shoves the boy against the wall so hard he knocked him out. People gasp and some people cheer him on. "What the fuck?!" I shriek. I look back at him and see a completely different person.

What have I gotten myself into?

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" I yell as I bend down to help yeh poor guy. After all he was trying to help me. He grabs my hair, yanking me up. "Get yourself out of here before I really make you bleed." He growls in my ear. His body was shaking, trembling. "Someone please help him." I say quickly as I run out the door. I stumble through tons of sweaty people. Marie... I need Marie!

He's going to kill me.

Literally.

I pass by the drinks and curse to myself, grabbing as many as I can. "What are you doing?" I hear Marie as from behind me. "We need to fucking leave!" I yell over the music. "Oh. Okay let's go!" She says as we push through tons of people, my ass being grabbed plenty more times than o would normally allow, but I don't have the energy to defend myself.

"What the hell happened?" She asks me as I start to sob uncontrollably.

I'm not sure. He went to California and came back a demon.

I explain everything to her, word by word. She brushes my hair out of  the way. "Yep, he sure did make you bleed. Damn... That's really deep. We need to call the police." She says while grabbing her purse to retrieve her phone. "No." I say stopping her. "Ivory. Are you sure? Someone may have done something to him. This is super unusual." I shake my head, "Don't call." She quickly drives home as I take a drink from one of the many bottle I stole - I mean borrowed - looking out the window at the darkness.

You want to know what heart break feels like? Believe me I can tell you.

It's like a chunk of your soul was ripped away by the person you love and trust the most.. you start remembering the talks about what your life together was going to be like.. that future is ruined; all the happy moments you knew you were going to have for the rest of your life have been snuffed out at once. You wonder what it was you ever did on weekends before you met this person, because they aren't going to be there with you anymore, and the loneliness becomes absolutely crushing. You physically feel broken, and can't figure out even where all the pieces of you are, never mind putting them back together. What's wrong with you? Why aren't you good enough? Are you unlovable? Can everyone else see that you're shattered? Why did this person have to be the one to teach you what being broken felt like? If they weren't happy, why did they torture you with happy talks and laughter? Why would anyone do this to another person? How did you not see the signs? 

...and on, and on it goes...

I keep drinking until I eventually can no longer see or hear.

How did my life become so fucked up so fast?