Chapter 2: o n e
T r i x
"Shot! Shot! Shot!"
It was Saturday, that part she was certain of. She stopped partying during school days and instead saved it for the weekends, going to school with a hangover honestly lost its appeal to her during middle school.
Throwing her head back, she downed the rest of the contents of the shot glass in her hand.
"Trix! Trix!" She whipped her head back at the sound of someone calling her name through the deafening music. Her eyes landing on her best friend, Poppy who stood out like a sore thumb.
What was she even doing here?
Oh yeah, the boyfriend made her come. It was irritating how Trix could beg her to join her for a party and will always be answered with a no but the boyfriend asks once and she's nodding her head like an obedient puppy.
"Baby" She slurred, stumbling towards her best friend and wrapping an arm around her shoulders almost falling down completely but was able to catch herself.
Poppy scrunched her nose in disgust, the scent of tequila and whiskey overcoming her senses.
"Daniel is taking me home, do you want to head back with us!?" She practically shouted against the music.
"Nope!" She replied popping the P while shaking her head so much it made her want to hurl, never doing that again.
"The party's just getting started, but you and Daniel go and have your own party" She winked before pulling away from her and stumbling her way to the dance floor.
Poppy made a move to follow her but was stopped by a hand grabbing her wrist. She was about to scream bloody murder but was stopped when she recognized the owner of the hand.
"I'll keep an eye on her"
She pursed her lips in deep hesitation but nodded anyway and made her way to the backyard where Daniel was waiting for her.
Poppy could only pray that this night wouldn't end the way she thought it would.
Trix giggled at the man before her, his name completely forgotten by now though he had only told her it a few minutes ago.
He placed a hand on her waist, trying to act smooth but she could only look at it with disdain and hid it with a look of lust.
He was cute, she had to give him that but he wasn't her type. His hair was too short, he was a little bit too tan, his eyes were the wrong shade of blue she preferred a lighter blue that reminded her of the sky his reminded her of the ocean and though it was beautiful it wasn't what she was looking for.
He was funny but he talked too fast in her opinion, and was bit enthusiastic which she liked but at the same she wanted someone calmer, who spoke in a low voice.
He was good but he wasn't what she was looking for and as she listed the things that she preferred she realized that she was comparing him to Evans.
She mentally shook her head and instead focused on the man before her as much as her drunk mind allowed her.
"Do you love me?"
The question was stupid, of course he didn't love her, her barely knew anything about her except she liked to party and that she was hot.
"Yes."
She almost wanted to scoff at his reply but it also sent butterflies to her stomach. It was nice to hear that someone loved her even if she was well aware that that was nothing but bullshit. She can't deny that his lies made her feel happy, pretty, worthwhile.
"No, you don't but let's pretend that you do for tonight"
She grabbed his hand and lead him upstairs with him following like a greedy puppy.
He would do for the night.
Once they entered a guest room, she was pushed on to the bed, greedy lips capturing her desperate ones.
It repulsed her to have him touching her and yet it provided her with a temporary feeling of completion that he refused give to her.
She felt his scorching fingers inch to the waistband of her short but was stopped by her slapping his greedy hands away.
She shouldn't.
She can't.
She won't.
and that was the sad part about it.
"Come on babe" He whined, his fingers going back to the waist band of her shorts only to be stopped by the door slamming open.
"Oh my God!"
He shoved himself away from her as if he was burnt only causing Trix to laugh at his reaction.
"Babe this is not what it looks like" He turned to the girl who had entered the room, his girl friend she assumed.
"You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend" Trix giggled as if the fact that she almost slept with a taken man didn't bother her and to be honest, it didn't.
If she had known that he was in a relationship she would have back off immediately. She wasn't the bad guy here, she was the victim but of course not everyone thought of it that way.
"You fucking bitch!" Hands suddenly grabbed her by the hair, dragging her to the floor and leaving her a drunken mess.
If she wasn't so drunk, she would've fought back and taught the girlfriend who will be called Stephanie (she looked like a Stephanie) her place.
"Sorry sweeeeeety, he didn't seem taken when he was begging me to open up my legs"
She drawled out. which was rewarded by a harsh slap on her face. The stinging sensation on her cheek awakened her slightly but it wasn't enough to completely drag her out of her intoxicated state and so she remained as a drunken heap on the floor, bruised, bloody and pathetic.
The girl straddled her waist and continued to bring blow after blow, tugging at her hair, slapping her, clawing at her.
She couldn't decide who was more pathetic, her, the one who almost slept with a girl's boyfriend and couldn't fight back or the girl who's boyfriend was so willing to cheat on her and yet continued to fight for him.
Perhaps it was both of them.
Her head began to spin and she couldn't quite tell if it was from the tequila or the hits from Stephanie.
Black spots invaded her vision and before she could completely pass out, she heard the sounds of yelling and then Stephanie was lifted away from her.
Thank God.
She made sure to imprint her face into her mind, once she was sober Stephanie would receive hell as well as her little boyfriend.
She felt herself being carried away in her state of slipping away to unconsciousness.
"It hurts" she moaned softly feeling someone press a cold rag against her cheek, waking her up from the small nap she was taking.
"Shhh" He hushed, she couldn't quite see him properly and she couldn't care any less, the only thing that was important was her getting her sleep.
She sniffled slightly before her eyes fluttered closed, going back to her previous state of unconsciousness.
The next time she woke up, she was in her bed, the outfit she had wore during the party already discarded and now she was wearing what she recognized as one of Evans' shirts.
She turned to look at the sleeping body beside her which was no other than the owner of the shirt himself, Evans who had a firm hand wrapped around her waist while she used his arm to cushion her head.
Of course he would spend the night.
She shifted away slightly but was halted by his arms tightening around her, she sighed softly and allowed herself to sink back intonhis arms, it was no use in fighting him when he was like this.
They remained in silence for quite some time, her pounding head ache already entertaining her enough until he broke the silence.
"Who was he?"
She almost wanted to roll her eyes at his question, from what had transpired that night, he was only concerned about him.
"I don't remember."
"You seem awfully familiar with him last night" His voice neutral and she couldn't tell if he was mad with jealousy or just concerned like any friend would be.
Were they even considered friends?
She didn't reply to his statement, not really knowing what to say. She didn't even know what he wanted to get across.
"Why do you keep doing this to yourself, Beatrice?" She cringed inwardly at the use of her full name, she still didn't like it but no matter what she told him he preferred calling her that.
She kept silent and instead wrapped a shy arm around his torso burying herself futher into the covers and snuggling deeper into his arms.
"Sorry" She whispered softly.
He pressed his lips against her forehead before engulfing her in a tight hug, his body practically draped above her while most people would have been irritated, she relished under his hold trying to keep her eyes open to memorize the feel of him, knowing all too well that it would be a long time before he allowed her to get this close once again.
But the hangover she was going through was too powerful and had knocked her out a few minutes later.
The next time she was awaken, it was by the sun light streaming in from her curtains, blinding her and by soft hands caressing her cheek.
Her eye fluttered open and came in contact with Evans who sat beside her on the bed, hair tousled and messy but still perfect.
"You should go back to bed" He murmured softly, his hand leaving her cheek to pat the side of her thigh, comfortingly.
She was about to reply but was hit with a wave of nausea, she pushed him away slightly and rushed to the bathroom, dropping to floor with her hands gripping the seat as she vomited out her stomachs contents.
The sound of her heaving and the scent of her puke quickly filled the bathroom and though she was used to the scent it still made her want to gag unlike Evans who rushed to her side holding back her hair with one hand while the other rubbed soothing circles on her back as if he wasn't fazed by the wretched smell.
She continued to empty the contents of her stomach until she was left dry heaving on the toilet.
She let out a disgusted moan before pulling herself up to the sink with the help of Evan who kept two firm hands on both sides of her waist.
She cringed at the sight of her in the mirror, her left eye was swollen and would probably bruise later on, her curly auburn hair, a birds nest and her lips chapped and split.
She was a hot mess.
Splashing water on to her face, she tried to freshen up and at least make her look a little bit presentable.
Brushing her teeth, she kept a firm gaze on Evan who stared back at her through the mirror. She spat out the suds in her mouth and rinsed away the remaining toothpaste just as Evans left the room to who knows where.
She dragged her feet back to her bedroom, hiding herself in the covers while trying to ignore the rumbling of her now empty stomach and the pounding headache she still had.
She just wanted to sleep.
And as if hearing her prayer, Evan entered the room with a glass of water in hand. So that's where he disappeared off too.
"Drink" He ordered as he took a seat beside her on the bed only to be replied with a groan as she shuffled further into the covers, trying to ignore him.
He would have given her pain killers if it wasn't for the reason that her house didn't have any and the fact that she was allergic to it.
It was sad really.
"Beatrice, drink" He ordered a bit more sternly, glass still carefully held in one hand while the other shook her gently.
"I'm sleepy" She whined, covering her face with her blankets only for it to be pulled away by Evan who sent her a look that meant he wasn't up to any of her nonsense.
Trix let out a groan before sitting up and throwing him a glare which he only shrugged off as he handed her the cup.
"What time is it?" She asked as she finished the glass, handing it back to him for him to place on the bedside table.
"8 a.m, you're mom won't be home for a few more hours, you should go back to sleep" He urged pushing her lightly back on the bed.
She nodded her head as he tucked her into the covers. She would've assumed that he would leave after that but instead, he slowly slipped his way in beside her, hands coming to wrap around her frame completely engulfing her.
Her eyes soon started to flutter and soon enough she was dozing off only to be later awakened by a loud squeal coming from her mother.
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