Running From The Past, Falling Into Her Hands

Upside Down and Falling Fast - 7

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This part does have some tough topics: drugs, alcohol and sexual assault included.

- - - - Alice - - -

Two Hours Earlier

Zac had set up a party, five or six of his friends, at Alice's house, and they had just started arriving. It was 9pm, and Alice was excited. She and Zac were a little rumpled, (post make-out session) but both quite excited. First to arrive were Joey and Dexter. Alice had started to grown quite fond of them, and greeted them both with huge grins and big hugs. They smiled and put down their black plastic grocery bags on the counter, revealing two bags of chips and a huge tub of guacamole. The other produced two six packs of beer. Zac whooped and Alice smiled at his excitement. The speakers were soon set up, and as more guests arrived, rock, metal and electronic music shook the dishes in the cupboards.

An hour and a half later, there were ten twenty somethings and almost everyone was drunk. One of Alices least favorites, a sleazy twenty five year old had brought some weed, and now half of the party was high as well. She managed to gather that his name was Carl. She was getting a headache and went to the bathroom. She shut the door, and splashed water on her face, the cold touch calming her. She daubed her face, drying it off and turned to go back out. She walked back into the living room, and stood in the corner, leaning against a wall.

Suddenly she felt a hand slide down her ass and between her legs, cupping her front. She quickly whirled around to see Carl, standing behind her grinning stupidly. "Nice ass," he said. Horrified, Alice winds up and connects the back of her hand with the side of his face. He looks surprised, and Alice speed walks to the opposite corner where Zac is talking to Dexter.

"Zac," she says, her voice cracking a little. He looked at her and cocked his head, "What's wrong sugar?" He asked. "Your fucking pervert of a friend just fucking harassed me!" She practically screamed, fighting back tears of anger and disgust.

"Hey, sugar, I'm sure its fine."

Alice frowned, "It's not ok! He just groped me AND grabbed my pussy. What the fuck do you MEAN its not okay?" She asks, punctuating her words with pokes to his chest, losing his top button. He looked a little taken aback, then looked behind her and said, "Hey Carl," just as Alice felt someone pushing on her back.

She whipped around, "Get away from me you fucking pervert!" Growing a little proud of herself when she saw half of his face was bright red from her bitch slap.

"Chillax hun. Its just Carl. he's like that. Clam down. You're getting worked up over nothing." Said Zac. Alice, so angry and confused about why Zac was acting like that, could feel more tears gathering.

"Lay off her man," that was Dexter. Alice gave him a grateful glance, before turning to Zac. "What's up with you?" She asks, searching his face for that reassuring smile. All she saw was cold hard chiseled face, staring back at her with a bored expression. "Calm down. you're making something out of nothing." Alice dropped her gaze, then did a double take. Where she had poked his shirt was a small red blotch, peeking out of his neckline. She looked closer, pushing the part of his shirt aside. He pulled it back, quickly, brushing her hand away.

"What is that?" She asked, a hoarse whisper of disbelief. She pulled at his shirt and he reluctantly lets it go. There it is. A hickey. Mostly faded, and decidedly not hers. She didn't like giving or receiving hickeys, and Zac did. She'd given him one hickey once, and that was a few months ago. She didn't process anything at first. There was lots of noise. Zac was saying something. Then one thing broke through. A warm arm wrapping around her. Dexter. "'m sorry Alice. I wanted to tell you. I wanted to tell you. I'm so sorry," Alice ignored him. She pushed away. Walked slowly and deliberately out of the house. She was a few blocks away before it struck her. The terrible realization that Zac HER Zac had cheated on her. She had a flashback to the pocket call during a "steamy movie" and another flashback to their make out session earlier that day. Zac kissing her, but keeping her from unbuttoning his shirt. She collapsed then. Her sobs the only sound on the quiet night. She sobbed and sobbed. Make up running down her face, snot dripping out of her nose. It was after she started running away from the cursed party that she realized she didn't have shoes on.

She continued to run and stumble, quickly losing her way. She just kept going, tears blurring her vision.

Then there was a voice, quiet and cautious. "Hey." She looked up. Trying to blink the tears out of her eyes to see who it was, but she couldn't focus her vision, the tears just kept coming and coming, pouring over her cheeks, she couldn't get them to stop. Everything was a lie. Everything. Evryone. She couldn't do it.