Quietmyth

Me : depressed af

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I IN NO WAY CONDONE A LOT OF BEHAVIOR IN THIS CHAPTER

TRIGGER WARNINGS : drugs, alcohol, sex, partying??, language, #jacksonthejackass, peer pressure, underage drinking, attempted rape, seizures, talks about epilepsy

Roman POV
Not even a half hour into the party and it was insane.  Almost everyone in the school showed up, along with some alcohol. 

I was currently nursing a cherry vodka.  I was starting to get a little tipsy but not that drunk yet.  The music was incredibly loud and lights were flashing. 

My parents wouldn't approve of this.  Hell, if I were sober I probably wouldn't approve of half the shit that goes on in parties.  But...I'm not sober right now.

Everyone was still in their prom outfits so I felt bad for the girls I'm expensive dresses that were being ruined.  I haven't seen many of my friends since this started

But then again, there's about a thousand teenagers at my house right now.  I chugged the rest of my vodka and set the cup on the fireplace mantel.

I need a beer right now.  I headed towards the kitchen, running into Remy and Emile.  Rem and Em.  M&Ms.  I want some M&Ms now.

"Killer party babes!"  Remy yelled over the music.  He wasn't drunk yet, which surprised me, but there was a beer in his hand.  Emile had a water bottle clutched in his hands. 

"Thanks!"  I yelled back. 

Remy had changed out of his suit from the dance and was now donning a black faux leather skintight crop top, ripped leggings that were probably for a girl, fishnet tights are visible through the rips and above the waist line, he was still wearing his heels from earlier though, a spiked chocker on his neck.  He had on heavy makeup but most was hidden by his sunglasses.

Emile was still in his dress.  His face was flushed and he looked nervous.  Must be his first party.  I think Remy knew that too based on the way he holding Emile by the waist tightly. 

"Any clue were Virgil is?"  I asked. 

"Nope!"  Remy yelled back.  "I think I saw him by the music with Quinn!"

"Okay,"  I said softer.  Without bothering to say goodbye and forgetting about my plan to get a beer, I headed towards the DJ.

I'm not sure who he is.  Just some kid that showed up that was good at this.  And who had a good playlist figured out.

Someone was standing at the stereo with a black suit and purple tie.  He pushed a beer in my hand as if knowing what I wanted. 

"Hey Virgie,"  I slurred after taking a few big sips.

"Hey hotstuff,"  He answered, his fingers grabbing onto my shirt.  I didn't get a good look at the person's face, my vision was spinning.

But he slipped his hand around my arm and we headed towards the kitchen.  The person had brown hair and a suit like Virgil's, therefore this is Virgil.

We stopped next to the island that was covered in bottles of so much alcohol and so many cases of beer.  Every time I finished something, Virgil handed me another cup of something.

All I knew was that it tasted good and made me feel amazing.  I thought Virgil wasn't a fan of alcohol but it seems like he knows what he's doing here. 

"Let's go upstairs,"  Virgil purred in my ear, sitting in my lap. 

"Not allowed upstairs,"  I mumbled, the rule my parents drilled in my mind coming up. 

"It's your house, I'm pretty sure you can go up there,"  He told me.

"Yeah, you're right,"  I said more confidently. 

I stood back up on unsteady feet.  Virgil put his hands on my hips and directed me towards the stairs.  I tripped a few times over all the discarded bottles and my own feet. 

Somehow we managed to reach the stairs in one piece.  But on the way up, I stumbled again and almost fell on my face.

Virgil grabbed me, having to brace one hand on the railing.  His sleeve got pulled up and I expected to see all those scars on his arm.  But there were none.

I turned, extremely confused.  But I was met with bright blue eyes instead of brown.  I joked backwards, painfully hitting my tailbone on the stairs.

Jackson stood over me with a scowl.  He realized that I figured out he wasn't Virgil.  For a few seconds I managed to sober up enough to realize what was going on.

I'm so stupid.  How was I not able to tell the difference between Jackson and Virgil.  Jackson got me drunk so he could have sex with me. 

I shoved him away from me and headed back down the stairs.  Maybe it was just the alcohol making me emotional but I started crying.  I just hope Virgil didn't see any of that.

~•~

Virgil POV
I sighed, running a hair through my hair angrily.  I hate parties with a burning passion.  I don't like the loudness and the socialization.  People dancing and jumping against each other.  People drunk and high off their asses.

Drinking is strictly off limits for me.  I don't want to get drunk and it reminds me too much of my dad anyways. 

I haven't seen Roman since the party started.  Which did confuse me a bit.  He's probably around here somewhere. 

Patton and Logan left the party when it started.  Neither of them wanted to stay.  So instead they went home.  I'm wondering if should have just done that. 

Otherwise, I have no clue where any of my other friends were.  I think I passed by Damien at one point but I couldn't be too sure.

My anxiety is off the charts and even though I'm not drunk, everything is becoming a blur.  My chest tightened a bit and I worried I would have a panic attack.

I turned into the main living room.  I didn't see Roman's red suit anywhere.  So I headed into the kitchen.  It was a little quieter in here.

The sound of crying came from the other side of the island.  I sighed, expecting it to be some drunk over emotional girl. 

But it was Roman.  He was holding a beer in his hand that he was squeezing so tightly I feared it would break.  Tears were streaming down his face.

"Ro, what's wrong?"  I asked, kneeling down next to him.  I took the beer from his hand and set it on the island. 

"Jackson touched me,"  Roman choked out.  His voice was high and emotion filled.

"What?!"  I yelled, my anxiety skyrocketing.

"He wanted to fuck me,"  He cried.  "He got me drunk and then tried to take me upstairs."

"Shit, I'm so sorry,"  I mumbled.  I shouldn't have let Roman out of my sight. 

"Can we go upstairs?"  Roman asked.  "I don't like this party.  It's loud and messy and loud..."

"Yeah, c'mon,"  I sighed.  Roman stood up slowly on unsteady feet and I had to practically drag him.

He wasn't much help getting up the stairs.  I almost dropped him multiple times.  But eventually we got to the second floor. 

We slowly headed down the hallway toward Roman's room.  I pushed the door open, shutting it with my foot, and discarded Roman on his bed.

Before I could do or say anything, Roman grabbed me by the waist and pulled me down onto the bed next to him.

"Let's have sex,"  Roman slurred, twisting a strand of my hair in his fingers.

"No,"  I answered instantly. 

"Why?"  He whined. 

"I'd prefer you to not be drunk,"  I told him.

Roman forced himself up and put himself on top of me.  There was lust and drunkenness in his eyes. 

"Please,"  He begged.  "I'll be gentle."

"And I want you to remember something as important as this,"  I said, sitting up.

"But Virgie,"  He cried, drawing my name out. 

"Not buts,"  I told him.  "You're going to bed."

"Don't wanna,"  Roman pouted, crossing his arms. 

"Too bad,"  I told him, rolling his off me.  I pressed a kiss to his forehead.  "Sleep Ro."

Roman was out almost instantly.  I took his shoes off and then pulled the blankets up over us.  I could still hear the party raging on downstairs.  But I didn't really care.

~•~
Emile POV
"This is so much ducking fun!"  Remy screamed, holding up his cup of bourbon. 

People echoed him and cheered, also holding up their cups of alcohol.  I kept my bottle of water clutched tightly in my hands.

I don't want to get drunk.  I also don't want Remy getting too drunk either.  So I told Remy we wouldn't have sex tonight if he got drunk. 

So far my plan has worked.  The cup Remy has now, almost in hour into the party, is the same one he started with.  

"Babe ya gotta try some of this shit,"  Remy cooed in my ear, holding his cup to me.

"I don't want it Remy,"  I told him. 

"Please,"  He begged.  "Just try one sip."

We looked at each other for a while.  Finally I sighed and took the cup from Remy.  I took a big sip of it.

I chocked and coughed.  The liquid burned its way down my throat.  It tasted absolute horrible.  Remy started laughing at me and took the cup from my hand.

"You can't just gulp it down!"  Remy told me.  "You have to nurse bourbon!"

"You could've told me that sooner!"  I yelled, still slightly chocking. 

Never doing that again.  I did not like that.  How do so many people enjoy that?!

Remy looped am arm around my waist, still holding his cup in the other.  We started kissing.  Remy tasted like the alcohol he was drinking, which I really didn't like. 

We danced around with all the other couples.  Made out aggressively, Remy's lipstick getting smeared all over my lips.  The music and the lights all blurred into one big feeling of happiness. 

Before I even knew it, we were heading up the stairs.  Still managing to keep kissing the entire time.  I originally planned to go back home but I don't either of us should be driving.

We headed into a guest bedroom and locked the door behind us.  Remy wasted no time pushing my skirt up and pulling off my panties.

I had work special white lace panties but I guess that was all for naught.  I laid down on the bed, letting Remy take control and slid between my bare legs. 

"Don't ruins my dress,"  I told him as he quickly got himself undressed. 

"As you wish Emi,"  Remy promised. 

We were both a drunk now.  Remy more so, but even that one sip managed to make me drunk a bit.  Remy said it's just because I'm small and have never gotten drunk before. 

I think the alcohol managed to make the pleasure more pleasurable.  I moaned incredibly loudly when Remy started.
~•~

Damien POV
Virgil disappeared pretty quickly.  He seemed unsettled about something.  Probably just his anxiety not liking the party.

We were talking about something.  I think he asked about Roman.  But I'm basically drunk off my ass right now.  A red solo cup of god knows what in my hand.

I headed towards the kitchen, looking to get a refill.  But I stopped when I saw Remus.  He had changed out of his suit. 

Now he worse a black mini skirt, black heels, and a black and neon green stripped crop top.  A dog collar chocker around his neck. 

He was flirting with some people I didn't know.  They looked to be more his age anyways.  I headed over to Remus and he dismissed his friends.

Remus was also drunk off his ass, the smell of whiskey and beer coming heavily from him.  We fell into each other's arms and stared kissing. 

"You're dressing very provocatively,"  I purred, testing a hand on his thigh.

"Watcha gonna do about it daddy?"  Remus laughed, sliding his hands up my untucked dress shirt. 

I hummed in response, going back to kissing him.  We stayed like that for a while.  Grinding against each other and making out. 

That's when a beer bottle slammed into the wall above us.  We both jumped.  I growled at whoever it was, getting strangely protective of Remus.

"You fucking bitch,"  Jackson said, directing it at Remus. 

Nobody seemed to notice what was going on.  We were pretty far form the main room where the party was.  The music was too loud.

Jackson was red in the face and obviously drunk.  He looked extremely pissed off.  Glaring daggers at Remus.

"It's your fault!"  He screamed.  "Issac's gone because of you!"

"Issac deserves to rot in jail,"  Remus growled, pulling away from me. 

"I need him!"  Jackson yelled.  "It's your fucking fault you slut!"

I punched him instantly.  Not even bothering to think about it.  Nobody calls Remus a slut.  Except me, during sex.  I know Remus has a kink for that. 

"Get out,"  I growled at him.  "Nobody wants you here."

Jackson huffed angrily.  There was a burning hatred in his eyes.  Which wasn't unusual for him.  But I didn't expect him to be this worked up about Issac.

Then he turned and walked away quickly.  Remus pulled me in for a hug and I didn't like how much taller he was than me. 

"Thank you,"  He slurred. 

"It's okay,"  I mumbled, pulling me back down for a kiss. 

We started making out again.  I shoved Remus against the wall and started rubbing him through his skirt.  He was such a bottom when it came to me. 

Remus pushed me backwards and we stumbled up the stairs.  I was too horny to have to walk all the way down to Remus's room so I pushed him into the closet open room.

I pushed Remus into an empty guest bedroom and shut the door behind me.  Remus ran to the bed and laid down, spreading his legs for me.

"Fuck me daddy,"  He begged. 

I crawled over him and we started kissing again.  Clothes were discarded very quickly. 

~•~

Quinn POV
I hummed softly, gently running my hands through Evan's hair.  He kept jerking violently every few seconds, his hands twitching badly. 

We were down at the party, having fun ourselves.  Dancing and yelled along, avoiding the alcohol.  We lost track of Remus and Damien pretty quickly. 

But then the lights were turned off and people had strobe lights.  We tried to leave but Evan had an atonic seizure and got close to passing out. 

I managed to get us upstairs and into Remus's bedroom before Evan started having a myoclonic seizure.  Not bad enough for to be considered a grand mal seizure but still bad.

Usually a myoclonic seizure would've ended by now considering they lost about a second but he just keeps having one after the other. 

Strobe lights really set him off.  Roman promised there wouldn't be any flashing lights at the party.  Yet it still happened and now Evan's having seizures. 

Evan was letting out small squeaks and tics with the jolts.  I hate having to watch him have these and being unable to help him. 

And where the hell are Remus and Damien?!

All I can do is hold his head so he doesn't break his neck and make sure he doesn't choke on his spit or bit his tongue too badly. 

Slowly, Evan started to calm down.  His eyes were closed and he was obviously exhausted.  He was hiccuping now.  His chest was heaving up and down while he fought for breath.

While things like this usually send me into sensory overload, I think I've just gotten used to this.  I couldn't count all the times I've had to help Evan through a seizure. 

"Sorry,"  Evan breathed. 

"It's okay,"  I told him gently, wiping the sweat from his forehead.  "You're okay."

"How long?"  He asked softly, still out of breath. 

"About fifteen minutes,"  I mumbled while looking at the clock on Remus's nightstand. 

Evan sighed and closed his eyes again.  Then he tried to sit up but he was shaking badly.  He held his breath to stop the hiccups. 

"I didn't like how that was felt,"  He mumbled.  "It hurt and I kept seeing the lights."

"I'm sorry,"  I told him.  "We won't go back down there."

"I want out of this dress,"  Evan said.  "It's hot and itchy."

I stood up and helped Evan out of his big dress.  I then turned around so he could unzip mine.  Despite us both just being in our underwear, we're both completely okay with each other.  I discarded our dresses on a clean spot on the floor. 

Our night shirts were somewhere.  They're never where we leave them.  Remus is literally the only person that knows his way around this room. 

I finally found out shirts under his desk.  I helped Evan into his shirt considering how shaky he was and then pulled on my own.

"Where's Remus and Damien?"  Evan asked, laying back down. 

"I'm not sure,"  I answered. 

"Can you see if they're somewhere up here?"  He pleaded.  "You don't have to go downstairs."

"Fine,"  I sighed.  Evan pulled me in for a gentle kiss.  I would've stayed to continue a small make out session but Evan pushed me away. 

I turned and left the room, only becoming aware of how exposed I was once I was in the hallway.  Only in my boxers and an oversized t-shirt. 

Rubbing my arms from the sudden cold, I headed down the hallway.  I could hear the party raging loudly downstairs. 

A sound caught my attention, making me stop.  I paused next to one of the many guest bedrooms and put my ear against it.

But then I jerked backwards and blushed as I realized what was going on.  Remus and Damien were having sex.  I could hear them both moaning each other's name.

A little spark of jealousy went through me but it was quickly overrided as memories of dad raping me filled me mind.

I'm not ready for sex yet.  It's hard to think about that without thinking about dad.  Those two can have fun together.  I'm perfectly content with cuddling with Evan. 

Even though they probably didn't know, it did bother me a bit that they were having sex while Evan was having a seizure.  They should've been there for him.

I stepped back into the room and shut the door socket.  Evan smiled but then paused when taking my blushing face into account. 

"Remus and Damien are having sex,"  I said before he could ask.

Evan flushed bright red and squirmed in embarrassment.  I laid down to him on the bed.  I know Evan wants to wait till he's married to have sex. 

"We can talk to them about this later,"  He decided for us.  "For now, I'm extremely tired, so let's try to get some sleep."

"Agreed,"  I mumbled, giving Evan a quick kiss.

I'm extremely grateful that Remus's room is soundproof.  Who knows how long this party will last.  We wouldn't be able to sleep if we could still hear the party. 

I turned the light off and Evan and I cuddled up, holding each other tightly.