Our little secret

12

Soon after I started overthinking so stopped.

I need to relax

Grabbing the bottle of vodka placed in the middle of us I grab it, taking a sip, the burning liquid flowing through my throat.

Becoming even more intoxicated I leaned my head on valentinos shoulder, I'm not drunk, but definitely not sober, like, if you asked me to drive I would say no, but I am still thinking almost entirely straight. ya know?

I giggle slightly and look up into those eyes. The ones that remind me too much of a vibrant forest, hiding what's inside, like a layer of protection, a wall, and you don't know until you explore, and look deeper but that could put you in danger, you never know what you'll find, or see.

"You" my lips twist up into a smile, I latch my hand onto his muscular arm, "have pretty eyes," maybe i'm more drunk than I thought

fucking idiot.

"Ya know how you asked if we went to the gala together?" My voice chimed looking at the intoxicated head of black hair

"We did go together, he even bought me this dress, he knew my size even-" I was dragging on, the words being slightly elongated from my state of mind. Before I could finish my cloudy thought a hand grabs my wrist, rings digging into my skin.

Once we were out of the area everyone is in he pushed me against the wall of the room in which we are sharing, his eyes burned with rage, anger, as if he would hit me. He moved his hand up, I flinch at the movement, hard, before he used the hand to push mine against the wall

"stop with your shit. Don't tell anyone we went together, or that I bought you that dress. You're a nobody. a poor, helpless girl, you means nothing to me and you never will so just stop." his voice was filled with hatred, it scares me. He has so much power over my limp body.

My vision began turning on me, at first I believed it was from the alcohol although this is different, this is tears brimming my eyes, threatening to escape as his words played in my head.

"Pathetic" he seethes dropping the possessive hold he has over me, turning around, he walks back to the group.

Chase pov

"we did go together, he even bought me this dress, he knew my size even-" that's enough, I don't need anyone else giving my father a reason to do anything

Grabbing her wrist I pulled the slightly scared girl into the room we share.

Her eyes filled with fear as I slammed her against the wall, I fucking hate this

I hate myself for what I do to people

How I treat them. How I treat— her.

"stop with your shit. Don't tell anyone we went together, or that I bought you that dress. You're a nobody. a poor, helpless girl, you means nothing to me and you never will so just stop" my voice is scaring her. I have to do it. Or my father will get involved, I have to push my princess away.

"pathetic" Her eyes started to brim with tears, the same eyes I could stare into for hours and never get bored. The same eyes that glisten when she's taking about something she likes, or light up when she drinks her favorite latte, the same eyes that try to mask her emotions but I see right through them, in the pathetic one, not her.

Adriana pov

Not thinking about the words he just said to me is hard, not letting them replay in my mind or tear me down.

a poor helpless girl

pathetic

I wipe the tears from my eye lids and walk back to the group stopping at the bathroom to make sure i look presentable.