You Saved Me Once Book 1 novel Chapter 46

When I figure out, I’m not hallucinating, I try to lose Hayes in the crowd.

Just when I think I’m over this entire situation, just when I’ve healed most of my wounds with him, here comes Hayes stirring up the resurfaced secrets, regrets, and mistakes all over again. I don’t want to be in the same room as him again, not again.

I walk the first floor wandering around, bumping into strangers, and having drunks yell at me. It was better than going up to the second level and being mature about the situation. In the moment, wandering was even better than checking to see if my brother was al-right. I should’ve done that, but instead I’m regretting, crying, and down spiraling. I was down spiraling fast and had no one to help me out this time. There’s one person that came to mind though, Jeff.

I go into an empty room on the first floor and text him.

I need you.

-Alex

I waited for what felt like hours before he texted back. I didn’t think he’d text back at all.

Where are you?

-Jeff

I text him the address before my phone dies. Now it’s just me back to wandering throughout the floors.

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I end up at the drinking table on the second level. DJ guy was there too, stuffing his tongue down my throat. His hands were all over me and at one point in my pants. He wasn’t fully intoxicated; I was on the brinks of it though.

I was already on my 4th shot of vodka. My mouths’ aroma is coated in acidic alcohol and cool cigarette ash from DJ guy, but I can’t stop.

I let DJ guy whose name I ended up learning was Ryan do a lot to me. He groped my breast, my ass and he pinned me against a wall in front of everyone. Then he gave me a brownie, a funny brownie that made me laugh.

I didn’t care because I didn’t feel a thing, and I didn’t want to. As long as we didn’t have sex, as long as he didn’t enter me in any-way. As long as I stay in a large crowd, I have control of the situa-tion.

Did I feel bad? Do I feel bad, no. I’m too high to care about anything including Jeff. I’m just going off the rhythm of my down-spiraling which was getting out of control.

Out of nowhere a heavy hand grips my arm, and my high is threatened, by Hayes. He pulls me in an empty room and shuts the door behind him.

“What are you doing?!?” I cry.