Something in the Wind

Hell Yeah

     Never have I ever been to a party. Until now. Liv had insisted I come. 'Good 4 u' shook the speakers, and a drink that someone probably drugged sat in my hand. Of course, I would never drink it. I'll probably go to the bathroom soon; to dump it out. Though I'll have to wait until the couple that went in there comes out.

     I stood around the dance floor, or what I think was the dance floor, but anyways there was a crowd of drunken classmates and upperclassmen dancing in various 'creative' styles.

     This party was only supposed to be, "A few friends." As Liv had put it, though this is quite a few more than, "A few," but this is Liv we are talking about. She knows more people than she can keep up with their names, nevertheless how many people they know.

     I check to see if the bathroom is open, sadly that bathroom probably isn't going to open for the rest of the night the more I think about it.

     Liv ran off about five minutes ago, I looked at my watch, thirty minutes had passed since I had last seen her. Shit, I need to find her.

     I pushed my way through the crowd, eventually getting through to the stairs. This house was huge, though I had only been in three rooms, they had all been bigger than my living room. In awe, I admired the once beautiful scenery; now solo cups were littering the heirloom antiques. Not to mention the smashed, unidentifiable furniture pieces.

     "Giselle, we're leaving." Liv grabbed my arm from behind me and dragged me back down the stairs. I saw tears streaming down her face, and she looked like a mess. 

     "Are you okay?" Was an instinctive reaction; she never cries.

     "Yeah." She said it meant to sound sharp, but a voice crack interrupted her.

     "Rocchi, get your ass back down here!" A deep voice boomed over all the blasting music from the top of the stairs. I looked back, Micah glowered down at us from the top of the staircase.

     This can't be good. Micah is dangerous, to put it simply. He doesn't look like it, but he is. A master manipulator, a sly weasel is what I like to say. His grin has two misaligned teeth that somehow enhance his assholyness. His hair was a mess and he was uglier than usual, maybe because his hair is his best feature, and that isn't saying much.

     "Oh hell no. What did he try to do to you?" I glowered back at him, though I was directing the question to Liv.

     "It's-," Liv started.

     "A friendly game of top and bottom, you can assume the roles." He cockily said a stupid ignorant smirk slid onto his face.

     "That's not what it was and you know it you rapist!" Liv yelled, catching the attention of the others around us.

     Something changed in him once the situation drew attention, he let out a growl that sounded like a hyena bark and turned on heels back down the hallway he came from.

     "Are you sure your okay?" I could get someone to beat him up easily. Though the way she was looking, I'm pretty sure she could do that herself.

     "Yeah I'm fine, but that jerk won't be. As soon as the group hears about this-," she stopped. Looking around us, her fire suddenly drenched.

     She's worried about others hearing about this. I knew it. There was no way it wasn't something else.

     "Don't worry about others knowing about it. Let's get out of here, we can talk somewhere with fewer people." There were still people who kept glancing at us, no not me, Liv. Mascara ran down her cheeks, lipstick smudged, frown lines were there that weren't there yesterday. Even without seeing the scene, you could assume that something happened.

     "Okay." She looked down to the ground. I took off my white jean jacket, draped it over her shoulders, keeping her warm and hiding her face and hair.

     We stepped outside, cold air hitting my face and pushing me back. The wind was brutal. I squinted my eyes and guided Liv over to my car. I opened her door for her, she was still crying. Her mind occupied and her eyes seemingly empty. She stood in front of the open door, standing motionless. I gently tapped her on the shoulder, she jumped.

     "Hey, it's just me Livy. Everything is safe. We can get you home soon, just get into the car." My voice was soft, I tried not to show that I was scared for her, but I was.

     It was totally out of character for her to show any emotional or physical weakness in a social setting. The group is going to find out one way or another, and I can only imagine how scary that is.

     "I'm okay." That was all she said.

     She climbed into the car, pulling the door shut behind her. I went around to the driver's seat, got in, and cranked the car up. I checked the fuel, half-empty, should be enough.

     "Holy crap it's cold." She laughed, rubbing her arms and fixing her collar; trying to make everything seem normal.

     "No don't do that Liv..." I trailed off maybe she should try and forget about it.

     Wait.

     No.

     She shouldn't have to try and forget about it, and never talk about it. Repressing those emotions and memories can only lead to worse damage she needs to talk about it.

     "Do what?" She looked out of the passenger window, averting her eyes from me.

     "Pretend like that didn't just happen! We are not going to let him get away with this." I looked into her eyes trying to ignite her fire that was there just a few minutes ago.

     "And what are we going to do? Everyone in that room heard it, and some even saw it!" The fire was ignited but directed the wrong way.

     "Everyone in that room was drunk, high, or just absolutely exited in that room. Plus there are rumors all the time about you, most will just assume that." I reasoned with her, trying to hold the slim confidence I had in that first statement; the second one was completely true.

     She seemed slightly comforted about one of the statements. She seemed to exhale some of her worries.

     "I just don't like being in this shaky territory, and you know what he tried to do...," she trailed off once again.

     "Did you make sure he wouldn't be able to have kids for the rest of his life?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, she smiled.

     "Men are assholes."

     "Hell yeah."