The Unlucky One

Chapter 11

Instantly Jesse lunged for me, violently pinning me to the bed. "Jesse, stop!" I yelled at him. He ignored my constant pleas as I fought against his body, both of his massively strong hands held down mine as his knees pinned my legs down. He was a big guy, and he was forcing all of his weight onto me to keep me down.

The force of his weight caused me to scream, not for long until he pressed his lips onto mine forcefully. I bit down on his lip as hard as I could, feeling a small crunch and the taste of blood. I panted with fear when he broke away, bringing a finger to his lip and wiping the blood away.

To my horror he brought his hand back, his fist colliding with my cheek bone. I screamed out as loud as I could, continuing even when he placed his hands over my mouth. My free hands swarmed around, curling my fingers around his wrists and digging my nails into his skin in a desperate attempt to break free of him. I dug my nails into his skin so deep I felt the skin separate, and I kept going.

"Stop it Elodie, just let this happen." He snapped, shoving my body deeper into his bed. I muffled screams through his hands, not stopping at any time. In one swift motion be gathered my wrists, sliding them above my head and pinning them down with great force. His free hand moved to my belt, and my body stopped wriggling from beneath him. I suddenly lost all of my strength to fight back, seeing that it was useless. I then started to sob.

I became so angry at myself, believing that he was different. Believing that I could go to school, and get an education while my sister is out somewhere, wondering why nobody had found her yet. What kind of sister was I? I should have never come to this party, I should have never taken Jesse's number, and we should have never moved to Ridgemont. The cloudiness in my mind cleared, and I was able to string together a plan in the midst of where I was.

Before Jesse got any further, I brought my knee up to meet him so quickly that once I hit him he fell to his knees, landing on the ground beside the bed. Ignoring his groans, I frantically sat up, standing to my feet and sprinting past him and out of his room. I ran down the hallway, bumping into random people who didn't seem to care that there was a girl sobbing and running past them.

I ascended down the stairs in a panicked manner, stumbling a little along the way. I stopped suddenly to catch my breath and rub my cheeks that were stained with tears. I winced as I felt a small bump forming from where Jesse had hit me.

I looked around the room, seeing people dancing and not paying attention to absolutely anything. I was sure that if the house began to burn down, nobody would notice until the flames began to burn them. My eyes darted around the room, desperate to find Kristen. When I thought about it, I knew nobody. Nobody looked up to see me, they were all so drugged out to notice a thing.

Fearful that Kristen was one of those drugged out people, I exited the main room ,colliding into people who noticed me and hugged me. I shakily moved my way out of their embraces, struggling to get to the door. My entire body shook with fear, unable to process what I had just escaped. Finally I rushed out through the front door. I patted the pockets of my jeans, realizing that I had no idea where my keys were. I began to walk the dark streets of the neighborhood, stumbling in my drunken state and because of the darkness.

My eyes squinted at the brightness of my phone, scrolling through my contacts list to see who I could call. I had nobody. Kristen was inside the party, having a grand time. I was not sure of the whereabouts of my mother, but then again, even if she was home she would not come to my rescue.

I stopped walking to look at the contact I had come across, thinking long and hard about calling Mr. Edwards. Why would I call him now? We agreed to be there for each other when we needed to, but this wasn't one of those times. I made the decision of going to this party, and I was not about to call him to come and get me. Especially that I'm wasted, he would never trust me again. He would see that I'd only need him as a chauffeur for when I get drunk. There was no way in hell I was calling him.

I frustratedly shoved my phone in my pocket, beyond upset with myself and the choices I've made tonight. I continued to walk down the street, unsure of where I really was. I knew that a few blocks down was a diner, directly by a bus station. I set a small goal for myself, to reach the diner and wait for the next bus to come around so I could get home, safe and sound.

On a normal day, this would be a piece of cake. But since I was scared, tired, and extremely intoxicated, this was not easy. My drunken mind kept wandering and I absentmindedly forgot what my goal was, or why I was even walking. I strained to keep on the right path, but my aching legs caused me to trip and stumble every other step. The few cars that past me surely thought I was an idiot.

I walked many blocks until I finally reached the downtown area, which seemed creepy to say the least. During the day the town was booming, full of life and excitement, something new always happening. But now, at twelve in the morning, the area I was in was more of a ghost town. Once in a while a car passed by, most likely tourists in search of a place to stay.

After what seemed to be an eternity of walking and stumbling, I reached the diner. I peered around, not seeing any busses anywhere. I wasn't sure of how long I would have to wait, but I was willing to for however long I had to.

I entered the empty diner as quietly as I could, but I managed to stumble and knock over a fake plants onto its side. I cursed under my breath, leaning down and fixing the plant before straightening out myself. The diner was quaint, small and appealing to the eye. I've heard of this place once or twice, but I've heard that they have the best pie.

I believe there was an old joke, how if you were ever lonely, or broken hearted, or just missing someone in general, you'd go out to Susan's Diner and buy a pie. And if that didn't cheer you up, you were a goner. Sadly, at the moment, the thought of pie made me feel sick to my stomach. I shook off the feeling and approached the front counter.

I sat down on a stool, swiveling myself side to side as I propped my elbows onto the counter. I scanned the kitchen, watching a little old lady walk up to the counter. She had gray hair, wearing a dress from what seemed to be the sixties. She had a little apron over that, and glasses nestled within her hair at the top of her head. Once she had noticed me she knocked those glasses onto her nose to take a real look at me.

"Oh my, rough night?" She asked. I nodded, rubbing my eyes. The woman could barely see over the counter, she was that short. "How much for a c-cup of coffee?" I slurred. She giggled quietly before waving her hand dismissively. "On the house, you seem like you need it." She added, throwing a smile my way. I returned the favor as she slipped back into the kitchen.

I let my smile drop like a sack of bricks once she was gone, banging my head down onto the table. My vision whirled around as my head ached, mainly from all of the drinking, and a little because I had bonked my head only moments ago. Instead of beating myself up for the horrible mistakes I've made, how I have dug myself into an even deeper hole, or even the fact that I'm an utter waste of space on this earth, I simply rested my head on the counter, listening to my surprisingly steady breathing, and the ticking of a clock.

For now, all I had to do was drink my coffee, wait for the bus to arrive, and sober up. I wasn't going to let myself, or anything else provoke myself from further embarrassment; I've had enough of that for one night.

"Elodie?"

-Authors Note-
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