Candy- Chapter 9
Flora X Riven Modern Day AU
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A/N: Even tho I don't think this story should be rated M, it will still contain darker themes like revenge, traumatic backstories, and possible mafia involvement.
"Musa!", Riven repeated, running towards the girl.
In her eyes was nothing but fear.
"What's up with you? Let her down!", he asked the boy.
"Don't get into my business, or I'll have to fight you again, like last time."
In his voice was mostly coldness, but also a tint of malice.
"You fucking let her down right now."
The boy grinned. Viciously.
"I'm just making her pay for what she did."
"Helia, for fuck's sake, that was years ago!"
"Didn't make my sister come back."
He sounded so unfazed that Riven couldn't believe his ears.
"What?", the boy continued, placing himself between the newcomer and the girl.
"You know what? I don't give a shit if your sister's dead. Nobody gives a shit. It's been years. Literal fucking years! Now you let her down right now or I'm going to do it myself!"
There was a small pause, before the boy nodded.
"Well, fine. I have better things to do anyways."
As he started walking away, a smirk still on his face, Riven straightened up. What was up with him? He then quickly turned around, facing the girl, who by now looked traumatized. The teen had no time to think about whether or not his used-to-be best friend was bipolar, only to pray he wouldn't do anything worse.
"Riven.", he heard.
"Musa."
"What are you doing here?"
In her voice was no ounce of life.
"It's my house."
"Oh."
"Let's get you down."
He swiftly cut the ropes, pulling her into his arms.
After a minute of silence the girl started crying into his chest.
"I really didn't do it on purpose, I really didn't."
Riven sighed. This was going to be harder than he thought.
"It's fine."
She just kept crying and crying and crying some more.
The boy sighed again.
"It's not your fault. You were late. That happens. Maybe it was fate, maybe it was chance, maybe it just was. But anyways it doesn't matter."
"But…", she replied between sobs, "To him it does."
Riven chuckled.
"Have you seen him? He's a fucking psycho."
"But…"
The boy looked into her eyes of jay, waiting for her to finish.
"…I'm scared, Riven."
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A dozen streets higher was Flora, laying on the ground.
She had given up trying to find her journal, and somehow a ball of anxiety formed in her rib cage again. She always got that feeling. Especially when she finally felt happy.
Her phone suddenly rang. She slowly picked it up, rolling over.
"Hey, Flora."
"Hey. We haven't talked in a while."
"Yeah. Meet me tomorrow after school?"
"Why?"
"I have something to tell you."
"Okay. Bye Helia, I'm going to sleep."
"Right. Sweet dreams."
The brunette repressed a small shriek. Helia had something to tell her. Could it be…?
But then, why should he? He had Krystal. Flora decided to not think too much about it.
She then decided to brew some chamomile tea, which always calmed her down.
I should get some sleep, she thought, sipping on the mixture. Insomnia often got the better of her, and the longer she stared wide eyed at the ceiling, the more she was terrified of closing her eyes into an oblivion of memories. Memories she couldn't forget. Memories that made her her.
"Oh, Flora, oops."
The girl was on the ground, covered with juice, her eyes shining with tears.
"Here, let me help you."
Viciously, the redhead started pouring buckets of water over her head.
"Brittany. Please. Stop.", cried out Flora.
She wanted to get up, but she just couldn't. Even her lips felt numb.
"Pathetic, Flora. Pathetic."
"Why do you hate me?", the brunette let out, soon drowning into the laughter of Brittany's friends.
"Good question. I hate you because you're a pathetic, fatherless girl that seems to not know your worth."
"But… you live with your mother too."
The girl stopped smiling, as her eyes went blank.
"What did you just say?!"
Flora garnered all of her courage, standing up.
"I never saw you with your father. Maybe we're more similar-"
The brunette didn't get to finish her sentence, as she was tackled to the ground by the bigger girl.
"You. Shut the hell up. Just see if you don't.", the redhead whispered into her ear.
After a small pause, she started again.
"Anybody got lipstick?"
Her friends all started rummaging in their bags.
"Here."
Brittany collected the tubes, before looking down again, her eyes filled with a colder kind of rage.
"Here, let me fix that ugly face of yours.", she smirked, before smudging Flora's face red.
"Stop!", the brunette kept crying out.
But she couldn't move.
"Watch your mouth next time, Laine."
Flora looked at the clock again. 00:32. In about six hours she would have to wake up. From experience, she knew that she needed to at least sleep three and a half hours or she would have a headache. The girl sighed, before deciding to go out.
Her dry tongue craved the sweet taste of candy as her mind ached for rest. She quickly grabbed her jacket, put on some shoes, and from her window started walking.
She knew the road. She knew the road too well. Flora was aware that she was just falling back into her addiction, but she also knew that she needed rest. She was tired of waiting for a dreamless sleep that would never come.
Soon, she arrived at the 24h Store. The brunette walked in, her hair messy and bags forming under her hazel eyes. In the night, she felt like a zombie.
"This, please.", she said, handing the waiter two dozen packs of gummy bears.
He looked at her suspiciously, before taking the money.
"Keep the change.", let out the girl, before quickly walking out, ripping a pack of candy violently.
The sweet taste soon exploded in her mouth.
One, two, three.
Eleven, twelve, thirteen.
Soon she was done with the 31 packs she had bought.
As she walked home, her eyes started lighting up.
She felt so high that she went low. She wanted to sleep, she wanted to smile, she wanted to hug everyone she met.
For a moment she forgot who she was, and just walked calmly back to her house.
Then, when she finally reached her bed, she fell down instantly, starting to vomit.
Sweet dreams, she thought, smiling wide.
