007

                                    

                                          
007 - Clearance
When I woke up it was dark, I didn't remember anything. I remembered coming to the party, then the guy I danced with handed me a shot. That's the last thing I remembered. 
I looked around me and realized I wasn't in my own bedroom. Where the fuck was I, I sat up in horror, I remembered nothing. How did I get here?
Who was I with?
The bed was empty, it was only me. There were no traces of anyone living here, not for me to figure out anyways. 
"Shit" I cursed, my parents would kill me. It was still dark, so it couldn't be that bad. I could still make it home in time. 
I got up only to pause when the door opened. The room was huge, it was bigger than any apartments I'd ever been in. 
The last person I expected to see walked in as I tried to get my heels back on, I paused when his eyes landed on me from the bed. 
Mitch. 
"What did you do? What the hell happened?" I asked and dropped the heels from my hands. I heard a small grunt of frustration escape him and he began to sign something, he waved his hands around as he told me. 
I looked at his hands confused, then it dawned on me that he was trying to explain. 'You were drugged, what do you remember?' he had asked. 
My jaw clenched and my breath hitched in my throat. Mitch' eyes fell a little as he saw how I had reacted to the news. He held his hands up in surrender and took a step towards me. 
I remained still as I wrapped my head around the fact that someone had drugged me. I had been careless, too careless. 
Mitch paused in front of me and it seemed like he didn't know what to do or sign. I bit my lip to stop it from trembling, 'my phone?' I signed to him. 
'West is looking for it along with Francesca' He sighed back, I nodded and took a step back. I grabbed my heels and walked around him, only for him to grab my elbow, gently but enough to make me turn back around. 
'Are you....okay?' He signed with his other hand. I nodded my head without meeting his eyes, he didn't give a shit anyways. Why would I waste time telling him how I felt, when I didn't know him and he was a jackass. 
I reached up and peeled his fingers off of my arm and winced as his grip released, he narrowed his eyes at my obvious pain. 
He grabbed my hand in his and used his other hand to slide up my sleeve. "Stop, stop, stop!" I snapped at him as he slid it up, he didn't get to uncover the entire bruise, but he saw the edge of it. 
His eyes darkened as I pulled away from him and shoved him back. "Stop" I repeated and rolled it down. 'Did he do this?' he signed to me, his jaw clenched tightly, it seemed so sharp that if I ran my finger along his jawline, I would cut my finger. 
"No," I said and shook my head. 'Who hurt you this way?' He signed to me, with a bit of anger showing. 
"None of your business" I retorted and turned on my heel, walking out the way he came from, hoping it would lead me to a front door. 
When I walked down the stairs I saw all of the boys there, including my two friends. 
All of them were looking for something, it was empty now, besides them. There was trash everywhere, alcohol bottles everywhere. 
I glanced at a clock on the wall, it was five in the morning. None of them saw me sneak down the stairs, as I headed for the front door, I saw my phone under a shoe.