Meeting dream

Chapter 21- miguel at the party

Alyssa's POV

I was washing dishes when I had looked up and I thought I saw my ex abusive boyfriend outside in the backyard. It scared me so much I jumped and fell back. The plate broke and a big piece stayed on my forearm. It was pretty deep but not so deep where it was vital. It was near my forearm tendon but not in it. I heard clay run down the stairs and just stood there near the entrance to the kitchen worried looking at me.

"Oh my god! Alyssa are you ok?" He asked. I nodded. "Yeah..I.. I thought I saw someone in the backyard.. it scared me and I fell causing this.. sorry if I made you worry" I said apologizing.

"No no it's fine... let me help you" he said. He helped me get up and he broomed up broken plate then went to get the rubbing alcohol and bandages. He took out the glass and used a towel to soak up the blood. He then cleaned it and bandaged my forearm up. "Are you sure you're ok? I'm not sure how well I cleaned it up.. I can take you to the ER" Clay said. I shook my head.

"Oh no that's fine. You did it correctly. I was just paranoid. I was just cleaning up so that way we can go to the party and not worry about the house being a mess" I said Smiling. "Ok well be careful next time" Clay said. I nodded.

3 hours later and we only had 1 hour left. We both decided to start getting ready as to the ride to her house was at least 45 minutes away. I put on the dress and makeup and was only waiting for Clay. "I got my keys. You ready?" I called out to Clay. He came down the stairs in the suit. "Yeah. Ok let's go" he said. I nodded and we left. He drove because I couldn't due to the dress. We go to the party around 6:30ish because traffic and we got lost on the way too.

"Oh oh here! It's still light out. If anything we can just stay a while and then leave ok? We might not even have much fun. This party is like a high school reunion kinda party or something.. I don't know..." I said. Clay nodded. We waited in the car for another hour just to charge our phones and decide when we'll leave. We entered and the house was already packed.

Shelly noticed me and ran to me. She was dressed as a cheerleader. "Oh I love your costumes!" She said. I smiled. "That you. Shelly this is my friend Clay. Clay this is Shelly" I said. They both said high. Soon she pulled him away and I was pulled away by a few people as well.

The whole night we just danced and drank. I didn't drink much however Clay. He sorta was a bit drunk. I was annoyed the entire time as every single girl hit on him. He was clearly not interested so I went to help him. I also went because he needed to cut the alcohol. "Hey Clay you ok?" I asked. The girls gave me a smug and annoyed face. "Oh fuck off. Like you're his type" I said rolling my eyes. Clay just laughed.

"And you. You need to drink water ok? I don't want to carry your drunk ass to the car" I said. He laughed. I cupped his face and made him look at me in the eyes. "I'm being serious. Please be responsible" I said. He nodded. We got separated again around midnight again. I couldn't find him so I was looking for him everywhere. I was starting to cry and stress because I knew he only came to the party for me and I lost him.

I was looking for him when I ran into someone. It was Miguel my ex. He just smirked when he saw me. He grabbed the part of my forearm where I had been cut with the shard of the glass from the broken plate. It hurt so much I yelped. "¡Aqui Estas, perra! ¿Crees que puedes irte y deshacerte de mí tan rápido? ¡Eres una puta verdád perra! ¿Dónde está tu Nuevo novio, eh? ¿Todo una mentira?" (Translation: here you are you bitch! You think you can leave and get rid of me so fast? You're wrong! You're such a slut aren't you, you bitch! Where's your new boyfriend huh? Was that all a lie?)

"¡Déjame ir! ¡Te llamaré a la policía!" I yelled back. The music was loud but low enough so everyone turned their heads. (Translation: let me go! I will call the police on you!)

This was a huge problem. Miguel found me, he had me too. And I couldn't escape because I didn't have Clay with me. The music stopped. I whined more when I gripped on harder to my forearm. I cried because of the pain. I slapped him hard and everyone just went "ooo"

"Everyone go back to partying! She's drunk!" He said laughing. I was trying dessert to leave from his arms but I couldn't. I just cried as he held onto me. All I saw was Miguel turn around and in a second he let go of my forearm pushing me to the wall with a bench. The bench hit my ribs hard and I fell on the floor. It hurt to breathe because of it. When I looked up all I saw was Clay. "Keep your fucking hands to yourself." He said.