Chapter 3

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~Hazel's P.O.V~

I d-don't know how I feel about all of this happening. I haven't told Ciara or Jordan. I guess I should tell her why I didn't got the party.

I.

Just.

Can't.

I fell off my bed in the middle of the night from dreaming about what happened. I scramble around and I make my way to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I get out on my balcony and I just look at all of L.A's lights. It's beautiful at night. I look at my digital clock and it reads 2:34 am. I decide just to shower. I don't really feel like going back to sleep. I don't have class so I don't have to get sleep. 

I dry off and I get on some Victoria's Secret flannel pants and a baggy tank. 

I'm not dressing up at 3 am! Nor am I going anywhere anytime soon!

I just play some Sims 3 for a bit. I made some new sims and they are getting married soon!

I'm such a loner. Ahaha.

I get a beep on my phone and I look to see who it is.

Ciara- HEYYY Party ending!!!! Why didn't u go it waas a blastt

Me- Uh I don't wanna talk about it. Ill tell you sometime when your sober.

Ciara- IMM NOT DRUNK OAKY

Me- Uh huh. suuure.

Ciara- Fine. illlll call you when I look at these in tha marning.

Me- Goodnight, Ciara.

I look up some random stuff on youtube. I just look up people like CaptinSparklez and PewDiePie.

I watch a few of each and I get some cereal because I'm getting really hungry.

I watch Burlesque for the fuck of it. 

I love this movie with a passion. Seriously.

I look at the clock when I finish my movie and it displays 6:47. I get some normal clothes on and grab my phone and get some Starbucks. I walk there, I make sure I have my phone in my hand. I'm not just going to 'brush off' what happened. I also have my earbuds and I'm playing some D12. 

'What's going on in the world today? People fightin', feuding, lootin', it's okay. Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll. Tell em' Dre- It ain't nuttin' but music.' 

I mutter the music to myself. I walk into Starbucks and order. When I wait for my coffee I get a text from Ciara.

Ciara- You MUST tell me why you didn't go to that party. Are you pregnant?!

Me- What?! No! I'd rather tell you in person so meet me at the Starbucks in 10. I'm already here but Ill relax for a bit.

Ciara- Ill just throw something on. See u soon!

I get my coffee and I sit at a table. I look up some stuff on my phone like tumblr outfits and stuff. I listen to a few more songs when I see Ciara walk in. 

"Hey! Why did you have to say this in person?'' Ciara ask.

''I don't want to say it over the phone.'' I reply.

''Okay spill the beans." She tells.

''Well I was getting ready for the party when I got a knock on my door.'' I say hesitantly.

''You were going to the party? Why did you not go?'' She slaps my arm playfully.

''Well when I opened the door.... Some guy came in... He- He uh.. raped me.'' I cry silently.

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