It Started One Night

Coming Home

The drive back home was silent and lonely...and filled with regret. I really made a huge mistake coming to Daniels place. This was probably the stupidest thing I have ever done in my almost twenty one years of being on this earth...

As I thought more about the events of last night, I was growing more and more disgusted with myself. This was so unlike me. I was normally so careful and conscious about what I did!

As I was nearing the apartment Ralph and I shared, I was thinking about an explanation about where I was last night.

I can't possibly say I just slept at this stranger's house. But I don't feel so great about lying to my adoptive brother either... He is bound to see right through me.

I parked my car and got out, still thinking about what to say. I was so stupid! If I used some sort of common sense, then I wouldn't have gotten into this huge mess!

At least I'm not going to get pregnant. Daniel was very careful about using proper protection. Besides I was on the pill anyway, so unless God was really out to get me for the mistake I've made, I'm fairly confident I didn't get pregnant...

As I'm riding the elevator up to the third floor, I'm still thinking about what to say. Maybe I'll just say the truth. How bad can it be right? He might scream a bit and lecture me for a few minutes but I'm sure I can live through it. He's my brother, he'll understand...even if I don't...

I unlock the door to my apartment and find my adoptive brother on the couch. Crying.

Concerned, I yell to him: "Hey Ralph! What are you doing! Why are you crying?! What happened!?"

He turns to me like he's seen a ghost. His eyes are widening so much I'm scared they might fall out of his head.

"Sarah? Oh my freaking Lord! Sarah! Where have you been! You scared the crap out of me! I thought you where gone! Why didn't you call and tell me where you were?!"

Ooh... Ok... Well this won't be so easy... Instead I tried to redirect the conversation to him.

"But why are you crying Ralph? I'm concerned about you."

"Are you serious Sarah?! First of all, I was concerned about you! And second of all, I'm not fucking crying! You must be hallucinating or something! And why are you walking all funny? Where the hell were you?!"

Oh shit. Well, I may or may not be waddling because of the soreness between my legs, but I didn't think it was so obvious...I guess it was... Awkward...

"I'm not walking funny! Gosh I think you're hallucinating!"

"Sarah, I'm serious! Where the HELL were you last night?"
Ok. I guess I can't avoid this anymore...

"I was at a guy's house." I muttered quietly.

"What? I can't even understand you!" Ralph was clearly growing impatient.

"I went to a guy's house." I stated a bit louder but could only be audible if the listener was probably about three centimetres away.

"Ok this is getting so incredibly ridiculous. What did you say!"

"I went to a fucking guy's house! Ok? Can you hear me now?" I screamed. I might as well get this over with.

The surprised look on his face was one that you could have seen on someone who just heard that their dog just died and its lifeless body flew by itself, up to heaven.

"What the fucking hell! Are you insane? What guy? It was someone you know at least. Right? Because you wouldn't be stupid enough to go to a complete stranger's house."
It sounded like he was trying to convince himself that what I did, wasn't nearly as bad as it sounded. He was clearly failing.

"Um, no I didn't know him." I replied to his audible thoughts.

"But you didn't actually do anything. Right? I mean you couldn't have possibly done anything with a stranger you just met." He was grasping at straws and he knew it.

"Uh, well, I mean, it happened so fast... Ralph you don't have to worry! I'm fine!" He looked at me like I was an alien that just materialised out of thin air.

"Are you insane? You could have caught some sort of STD from him! And you don't even know! Oh my God! Sarah are you freaking high or something?" He was screeching now.

His reaction surprises me. I knew in the back of my mind that it would be pretty bad. But nowhere near this bad. Ralph was normally so calm over bad situations. I know this was especially bad, but I've never seen him quite as angry as I'm seeing him now. He was crying when I came in, now he's screeching at me. I honestly don't blame him though. I think I would have done the same if I was him.

"Ok Ralph, please. I'm already feeling so bad and idiotic about what I did. I seriously don't need this right now. My mind is guilt-tripping me for you. Even worse than you, actually. I just need some time. I understand that what I did was probably the worse possible thing to do. And to top it off, I was sober the whole damn time. I knew what I was doing was wrong and yet I did it anyway. I honestly have no excuse for my stupidity. Now, please Ralph, I know. I'm doing fine without your lecture. Please, stop."

After I said those words, many emotions crossed his face. There was anger then worry then finally sympathy. He then walked over and embraced me.

"Oh! Sarah I was so worried about you, you don't even know!"
I felt his tears staining my shirt and I realised that tears were streaming down my cheeks to.
Ralph looked up.
"Hey, why are you crying?"
"I honestly don't even know anymore. I guess I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed with everything that has happened. You know, first the break up with the manwhore, then the club, then the stranger and now this. It's certainly been a hell of a weekend."

"Yup, it certainly has."
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