Saved by Grace (a Christian story)

The Party

^^Sianna's dress
"Hey babe are you almost ready?" Brandon asked swinging his arm around my waist. I squirm trying to get him to let go, but he pulls me in tighter.
"What the hell are you wearing?" He says looking me over.
"A dress!" I beam giving a little twirl.
He starts to laugh. "Where do you think we're going the library?" He begins cackling.
"Well this is what I'm comfortable in." I respond looking in the mirror.
"Literally babe anything else would be good... why that??" He continues laughing.
"Hey bestie!!!!!" Emily barges into my room and hugs me.
"Hey... doesn't she look like a librarian?!" Brandon says falling onto her. She pushes him off angrily, then looks me over.
"Hunny, what in God's name are you wearing?" She fake vomits at my outfit. I look her over. She has on a skin tight red dress that compliments her tanned skin. She has on black stilettos showing her painted red toes. I look back in the mirror I was wearing a burnt orange knee length dress with a pair of white sandals with my white nails to bring out my tan.
"What's wrong with it? I like it!" I complain.
"You can't be serious?" She looked dumbfounded.
"Yup I am." I put on some lip oil and grab my purse and phone.
At this point they're both laughing.
"If we want to make it to the party we need to get going." I say from downstairs while grabbing my keys. I look up the stairs to see Emily stumbling down the stairs with every attempted step.
This is why I don't wear heels.
"Okay babe...please don't make a fool out of me tonight." He laughs. I roll my eyes and walk out the door.

We get to the party and there's music blaring. They climb out of the car and basically have to drag me in there. I wasn't much for parties. They weren't my thing. The loud annoying music and the alcohol was all very overwhelming. I'm sure it's fun for some people, but I personally don't see why.
Once we get in the house I immediately lose Emily and Brandon. They're dancing or drinking or something like that.
I sat in the kitchen away from most people, sipping on a sprite. I watched the door as a cascade of people came in. So many people. Then I see one guy enter. He's in a muscle shirt and looks very sweaty. He has dark brown hair that is stuck to his forehead and there's a massive black cross necklace around his neck. He immediately comes into the kitchen. He gives me a quick smile before opening the fridge. He grabs a water bottle and looks me up and down.
"That isn't something you would normally see at a party..." he states before chugging half the water bottle. ",but it looks nice." He finishes giving me a warm smile.
"Thank you," I flash him a smile "my boyfriend hates it." I state.
He snorts.
"Why's that? Lemme guess he wants you to wear some skimpy outfit so he can get jealous and punch some people?" He doesn't seem impressed.
"He thinks I look like a librarian. I don't know he just wants me to look pretty." I brush my hair away from my face.
"You do look pretty. Just saying." He says before downing the rest of his water bottle and grabbing another one.
Suddenly I see Brandon coming over. I smile and wave at him. He comes over angrily.
"What are you doing?" He growls.
"Having a chat with..." I look over at the stranger,"I'm sorry I never got your name?" I ask him.
He starts to answer when Brandon cuts him off.
"Did I say you could talk to him?!" He grabs my shoulder.
"We're just talking.." I stutter.
"Nope looks like he'll get jealous no matter what." The stranger says finishing his water bottle.
"What!?" Brandon spits out.
"Nothing man, you're just over reacting." The stranger huffs.
Brandon scoffs and returns to the party.
I chuckle under my breath.
"Sorry he's a bit possessive." I smile up at the stranger.
"It's okay. Here," he hands me a water bottle, "it's healthier. My names Elliot by the way." He says with a smile.
"Well," I set my sprite down and open the water bottle "it's nice to meet you Elliot!"
"And you..." he says.
"Sianna. Sianna Mae."

Me and him talked for the rest of the party. I went into the sea of remaining party goers to find Brandon and Emily.
"Who ya looking for Sianna?" Sophie asked slurring her words a little bit.
"Oh just looking for Brandon so we can leave." I said helping her steady herself.
"Oh they went upstairs half an hour ago. Sorry hun." She shrugged.
"What???" I said stunned.
I went up the stairs and looked down the hallway. Elliot was walking from the other end looking overwhelmed.
"Elliot? What's wrong?" I ask.
"Don't go down there.. come on I'll take you home." He responds heading back down stairs.
"I gotta find Emily and Brandon. I'm there designated driver."
"Sianna, don't." He says as I walk to the room he came out of.
I hear moans and grunts from the ajar door. I look in. I can't believe my eyes. Brandon and Emily's bodies were smashed together like jigsaw pieces.
"H-how could y-you?" I ask through the cascading tears.
They look up and laugh at me in their drunken stupor. I run from the room and back down the stairs crashing into Elliot who hugs me.
"I tried to warn you... I'm sorry Sianna." He says as I sob on his shoulder.
"Come on," he says leading us out the door, "I'll take you home."
"No my car's here I can't leave it. I have church in the morning..."
"Don't worry about it I'll pick you tomorrow morning and bring you to get it. You can't drive like this."
I reluctantly get in the car and lead him back to the house.
"Well I hope your day goes better then this tomorrow." He says brushing my tear soaked hair behind my ear.
"I know this is weird, but would you mind praying with me before I go in?" I ask quietly.
"Of course I will!" He smiles at me grabbing my hands. "I'll lead."
"Dear Lord, we thank you for all you do in your wonderful grace. Please give Sianna the strength to deal with Satans influence of betrayal. Open a window of guidance for her to bring her closer to you for that's the greatest place we can ever be is right by you Heavenly Father. Amen."
I cry with my eyes closed looking up to God.
"Amen."
I head inside and slip out of my dress. I throw it in the hamper and get in some comfy pajamas crawling into my bed. What a night.

Authors Note
I know this is kind of sad to begin with, but I promise it gets better.
1180 words.