Act Two<>A Night in the Life of Mettaton

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So, as a warning before you play the song above, there's some non-PG stuff in there, So I'd be careful if your walking through Walmart right now. It's called Michael In The Bathroom - Be More Chill

MTT
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I open the bathroom door to the bathroom, then lean over the counter. I hid my face in my hands, and cry. I can't stop. With how hard I'm trying not to sob,  It's taking away my power of not smearing my makeup. Making my eyes puffy and red.

I'll take you back, and let you hear what happened.

I walk in with Keith, And watch him go up to the bar. I still had to drive home and not crash Daddy's car. I watch him a bit more while messing with a random guy's hair. He starts making out with someone- What the hell?! After at least a minute of watching them eat eachother's face, and hot black liquid running down my face, He pulls the new guy into the bedroom.

I run to the bathroom, apologizing and pretending to need to throw up. I stay there for as long as I could without crying, then let it out for a good half an hour or so.

I open the window, and make an attempt to climb out. Good thing I'm wearing those pink boots I bought before the party. I only need to jump to climb out. After I escape without unlocking the door, I run to the car. No f×cking way I'm letting that b×stard f×ck me and act like he hadn't f×cked a dude before me with me watching.

I sob, then quickly stop, and drive home. No way I could stay there for another second. I never even got to make fun of that drunk girl singing to Whitney with him... How we met. What we do every night at parties...

I open the front door and unzip the boots. I pull them off and quietly shut the door. I run up the creaky stairs in attempt to not make much noise. I then open up my pink and black door, walk in, and silently shut it. Daddy would kill Keith if he knew what went down. If I woke him up. If I made him worry. If I made him ask what was wrong. If I lied. It's like every night. I watch him f×ck another guy, drive him home, kiss him goodnight, then sob about it in my room like the pathetic robot I am.

396 Words.

What a depressing chapter.

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