Velvet Tears | 14+ (DISCONTINUED)

n i n e

Don't turn around. Don't turn around!

...

Ah, fuck it.

"Hi," I awkwardly greet my ex-boyfriend.

Shit.

"How you doing?" Ian asked, "Good." I gave him a tight smile, ordering another vodka.

"Thanks," I mumble to the bartender, avoiding eye contact with Ian.

Why? Because it'll be awkward seeing your ex who cheated on you with a slut.

"I missed you," He mumbled, making my blood boil, I tightened my glass of vodka, trying not to slam it against the table.

He has the nerve to say that!

I turned my head to glance at the dance floor, still not looking at him, "Hey, Liah. Look at m-"

"Baby?"

I knew it. Of course, he never changed.

I rolled my eyed when the red-haired made her way to him,

Go to him slut.

I wasn't mad that she came here, I'm glad. But what I am mad about is that he didn't change over the years.

I guess having a boyfriend at fifteen, wasn't a good idea. Besides, he was five years older.

"Brittany, I'll be just-"

"I'll be going." I smile, not a genuine one. And left, pushing through the crowd and crawling my way into the middle of the dance floor,

Hoping Ian wouldn't find me.

Shit. I lost Abby again.

Probably just hooking up with a guy, I thought to myself, letting my body moved on it's own.

The music blasting through the speakers, my hips swinging to every beat.

Not having a care in the world. Which was a mistake, a mistake when I felt hands on my hips, which I allowed to sit as I turned my head and giggled,

Wrapping my arms around the strangers neck without knowing who he is,

Without realising what I just did.

Losing my virginity to a stranger.

After the party, I felt myself being dragged — or rather pushed into a car, not having any control over my body that night.

Letting his hands touch me. A fucking stranger.

And the next morning, felt like someone slammed my head against a brick wall, but I did notice the sticky note sitting on my bedside table,

I remember when I'd cry that morning, cried because I lost my virginity to some stranger with realising.

And I think... By force.

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"And I was like, bruh, why you do tha... Liah, you okay?"