A friend of a friend, these strangers at the party never paid
finding my way back home, in pitch black, down streets I've never been in before, half drunk, wasn't the best idea i had ever had. after leaving the rest of them back at the room i was faced with the cold night air, granted it could be colder, but im used to the warm and now i wish i had bought my hoodie with me. being cold was the least of my worries as being somewhere i had only been once kinda creeped me out. i wasn't scared of being beaten up and raped, i was scared of being lost. i know it sound stupid, but being lost- or the thought of being lost really scares me .
by the time i was on the streets with streetlights, i realized i already had crescent shaped indents littering my forearms, along with lots of scratches which were now showing red. i really don't mean to do this. i think its a stress thing, if im really angry or stressed or scared in this case, i some how manage to scratch or dig my long nails into my arms and sometimes legs. i cant think a reason why i do this, it might be something to do with the angry red lines littering my thighs though.
i could have cried in happiness when i saw my house again, i literally thought i was never going to get back, i know its stupid but yeah. it looked the same, however there was a beat up truck pulled up in the front of the driveway, must be vics ride- but why is he here at like 2am? shit, my key. did i even bring it? god i was so pissed off when i left i didn't pick it up. i wanted to throw myself into a wall right now, maybe the doors unlocked. maybe someone loves me and they forgot to unlock the door? please be unlocked, please be unlocked i mentally prayed pulling the door handle and pushing forward. whoever left this unlocked is my favorite person in the world right now. i closed then locked the door behind me, i looked around to darkness. the house was pitch black as i wandered into the living room, not qutie expecting to be blinded with the living rroom light turning on as i got to the sofa.
"ahh what the fuck" covering my eyes with my hands
"nice to see your home" a grumpy voice came from the sofa
"nice to see you too vic" turning to face the angrt little man on my sofa. bless him, he looked shattered, he had dark circles forming under his eyes and his eyes were starting to droop like he was going to fall asleep at any minuet.
"you should be thanking me, i stayed here to make sure you got home safe"
"i didn't ask you to did i? no, i would have been perfectly fine vic, god you sound like my dad or somthing" me and vic are really tired and irritable by this time
"sorry im looking out for a friend, i told you the streets are dangerous at this time of night"
'and i told you i would be fine, i had tony"
"tony wouldent be able to get you in the house without your key though, would he?"
"i would have found a way vic," my voice softening slightly "but thankyou for stopping up, i know your probably really tired"
"nah, im fine, im slightly worried about my brother though"
"your brothers here?"
"'yeah, ill introduce you if you like"
"sounds cool, why are you worried?"
"he went into the kitchen like half an hour ago for s drink and ive not seen him since"
"why haven't you gone and had a look?"
"i only just realized," slowly standing up and stretching "i fell asleep, i woke up hearing you come in"
"sorry for waking you up, you better go find your brother"
"yeah, if you stay here you can say hi, then i want to get to my bed"
"i bet you do, and thanks again" i smiled softly as h walked into the kitchen
i walked over to the mirror hanging over the fireplace, fulling my hair slightly to make it more presentable and wiping under my eyes to try and make the eyeliner that had run down there look like it was supposed to be there. i turned round when i heard two sleepy voices walking down the hall, i quickly made sure my top was still tucked in slightly and my jeans wern't up too high.
i looked up as a sleepy vic and a very familiar face rounded the corner. they came and stood a couple of feet away from me.
"beth, this is my brother mike" i smiled at him and stuck out my hand
"mike, this is beth" ignoring my hand, he pulled me into a light friendly hug.
"hey dollface" i heard his tired voice in my ear, i giggled softly letting go of him
"im guessing you came to pick vic up then?" trying to make some conversation
"sorry for making you wait too"
"is yeah the only thing you can say?"
"and on that note, i think its time we made a move, ill see you some other time" vic said before things got awkward.
"yeah, get going, and ill see you soon no doubt"
i walked them to the door so i could lock it again.
"bye Beth" Vic said as he walked past me into the cool night air.
"'nice seeing you again, see you dollface" mikes voice came from behind me
"you too, yeahboy" i smirked at him as he smiled softly. "now go take your brother home and sleep, ill see you another day no doubt"
mike brushed past me, maybe a little close as he left my house. i locked the door then went to the kitchen. im going to be really hungover tomorrow no doubt, this isn't strange to me, i actually have abit of a routine. get some water and paracetamol before i go ti bed, then take a bottle of water and some more for the morning up with me. ill take them when i wake up but ill probably fall back asleep, ill be okay when i next wake up. i made my way upstairs and into my room. i wiped my face of any powder and concealer, ill deal with eyeliner in the morning i thought, rubbing moisturizer into my face and stripping. fuck everything, im sleeping naked, i cant be arsed with clothes at the moment. i stripped so i was left in my underwear, my bra, top and jeans got knows where on the floor. i crawled into bed and fell into a blissful sleep.
sorry its late, schools a bitch.
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