Tears Of Gold

Past

Once I pull into the senior parking lot or the University, I hop out and grab all of my things. A few groups of boys and girls are cheering, talking and dancing.

A new club is opening in uptown Manhattan tomorrow night and it's been the buzz for months now.

It would be a blast to go, I'm sure, but the age limit for this one is 21, unlike the others around the university which only have an age limit of 18. They'll sell alcohol, but those under 21 get the virgin menu.

"Hey Evelyn," I hear a cheerful voice to my right. Riley jogs over to me as clumsily as she can in her all too high heels. I put my hands out, a smile on my face.

"You ain't sneaking up on anybody with those," I giggle. "Where are you off to?"

"A little pre-game partying before the club opens tomorrow," she cheers, stretching out her long legs.

She was beautiful, I have to say. Her tan legs, platinum blonde hair, and bright green eyes all tied together in a skinny body made for a popular image. She was a year older, meaning she could drink legally and attend the event tomorrow night.

"Well, I hope you have fun," I drag out. She might be pretty, but she wasn't always the nicest person to be around.

"Wait," she grabs my shoulder. "Come with us. I've got a fake you could use," she holds up a card, waving it around with a smirk on her face.

"No, I've really got to finish some writing. Have fun though," I smile, backing up. She scoffs, rolling her eyes.

"Snob," she whispers, walking off. I form a thin line on my lips and giggle under my breath. Nice to see you too Riley.

I get to the fraternity house and walk in, music already blaring from the party. There are cups, drugs, pills and chips scattered all over the floor.

I squeeze past a couple with both their shirts off, only separated by her bra, sucking face at the bottom of the stairs.

I roll my eyes, finally making it to the top and through the door painted red and black lettering spelling Stay Away or Get Your Balls Chopped Off'. Courtesy of Miss Leilani Cara.

I close the door and lean my body against the back of the door. I take a deep breath, a sigh of relief.

Leilani comes around the corner in a tight, aqua blue club dress, leaning on the closet in the most seductive way possible.

I widen my eyes, slapping my hand over my mouth and snorting through my hand.

"Like what you see?" she slys, a smirk on his mouth. I bend over, holding my stomach and cracking up.

She looks great, don't get me wrong, but the way she's got her arm above her head and back arched as far as she can, it makes it hard to see the model body.

"I- I can't," I cough, a giant smile on my face. She crosses her arms, a smirk on her face. I finally get up, my stomach sore.

"You're killing me," I flop on my bed, laying my head back on the comforter. She lies down next to me, her hands above her head.

"And you're a bitch," she says, the most normal tone in her voice. I smile, holding her hand and look at her.

She turns her head to me, a smile on her lips.

"You really gonna make me go out?"

"Yup," she replies quickly, getting back up.

"And I have the perfect dress," she cheers. I lean up on my forearms, turning my head to watch her go into her closet.

She pulls out a tight, long sleeve, beige dress that she wore to a baby shower a few months ago. I give her a confused look, wondering why this was the dress she wanted me to go out in.

"Just try it on. I did some adjustments to it and it's going to match your curves perfectly," she lays it on my lap.

I groan, leaning my head back. She scoffs, grabbing my arms and dragging me up.

"I'll undress you myself if I have to," she reaches behind me and goes to unzip my skirt.

I squeal, arching my back forward and moving away from her.

"Fine, fine! Stop trying to get me naked," I whine. She giggles, pushing me into the closet.

EI roll my eyes, shutting the door and turning on the light. The background music made this all so much funnier.

I slide off my skirt and shirt, landing them in my laundry basket then walking over to the mirror. It was a common habit to look at myself in the mirror while I had little to no clothes on.

My self conscious ass needed reassurance that I was still skinny and attractive, though I knew what people thought.

My last relationship ruined everything for me. He was abusive, mentally, physically, emotionally, every -lly you could think of.

The scars he left on my body from the times he would drag his knife across my skin, making little marks and reminding me that nobody would want someone who was already marked.

It's been a touchy subject, something that has left me damaged. My anxiety and pain filled dreams with his evil eyes and dark laugh making everything around me grey and white.

It was hard to see the bright side of anything anymore. But after today, maybe things will change. This was the beginning of what I truly wanted out of life.

I slide the dress up my arms then wrap the tie around my tits and stomach. I tie it behind me, tight enough for the dress to compliment the slight mounds where my boobs should be.

I let my hair down and shake it out. It didn't look great, I'm sure, but once I look into the mirror, I can't help but drop my mouth a little. I didn't feel pretty after my relationship.

But this was the first time I actually felt like maybe I was attractive. Not attractive for anyone else, but attractive to myself.

My face looks ready, and my body looks little, I guess. It wasn't me though. Tight dresses weren't my way to go.

Now loose dresses that look like I belong in a god damn cottage? That's my kind of party.

I open the closet door and cross my arms, probably looking as uncomfortable as possible. Lani drops her mouth, her eyes wide.

"Holy shit. I knew you'd look good but not that good," she gawks. I bite my inner lip, looking down at my hands.

She walks over, wrapping her arms around me.

"You look gorgeous, Eve," she whispers.

I can feel an episode coming, an episode caused by him.

"You got away, Evelyn," she pulls me back, shaking me a little.

She knows everything. Everything. Everything he did; everything he said. She knows every little detail. She also knows the effect it has had on me and the person it turned me into.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm the shaking.

"Come on," Lani takes my arm in hers. "Get your heels on and let's go have a few beers." I smile and nod, trying to see the bright side of the situation.

You're going to have fun, Eve.

Don't let him keep you from that.

He can't find you.