10/10

The Worst Sleepover Ever

Emma

Once Mario ends the kiss with Clara, I stand up from the floor and start walking to the door. Before I even get to it, Iris speaks up, calling my name.

-Where are you going? We haven't finished playing - I turn around before answering, trying as hard as possible to not roll my eyes.

-Bathroom.

-To do what? - She asks with a frown. This time, I can't help myself.

Don't get me wrong, Iris is my best friend, but sometimes she's a little bit over-controlling, she wants to know everything that happens around her. She's also the leader of the group, which doesn't help with her ego. Nonetheless, I love her for who she is and all the great things that she has done for me.

-To open the Chamber of Secrets, let the basilisk out and let him turn you all into statues. Once you're dead I'm going to put you in the garden and make people pay to see you, while I live in this beautiful house. So yeah, I'm planning to get rich thanks to your corpses.

I turn around and leave without saying another word. I hear them talking and laughing while they play the bottle game. I reach the stairs, turn on the light of the corridor and enter the second door at the left.

When I come out, I hear Iris talking louder than before, I don't pay much attention until I hear my name. I stand at the end of the stairs, paying close attention to their conversation. My heart tightens when I finally understand what she's saying.

-I can't belive that we ever became her friends, she's such a freak and a weirdo, I think that the only way to describe her is LAME. Thankfully, this is our last year before going to university and there won't be any need for me to pretend to be her friend. I mean, she was there for me when I needed her and she's trustworthy. But Emma isn't the kind of people that I would like to be sorrounded by. At the beginning she was just fine, I guess. But now, she's crazy, every time that I go out with her, she embarrasses me in one way or another.

-I don't get it. I thought that you and Emma were best friends. We never liked her that much, it's not like she's a bad person but, Emma is... well, Emma. - I hear Clara answering.

-You said it, we WERE best friends, I don't even know how.

Wow. It happened, again. Strangely enough, this time it hurts more than the other ones. I thought that I had finally found my people. Guess I was wrong, as always. Holding back my tears, I step into the room. Everyone stares at me with multiple expressions, I would have laughed if the circumstances where different, but right now, the only thing I can think about is keeping my shit together.

-Don't worry Iris, there won't be any need for you to pretend anymore. The same goes for the rest. - I cross the living room, feeling everyones' eyes on me. I take my bag from the floor and go back to the door, this time I don't turn around. - Enjoy the weekend.

And just like that, I left every single person that I cared about for the past two years behind me. I don't know at which point I started running. But that's the only thing that I can do right now, run. I don't even know where I'm going, I have hardly come to Barcelona, however, the only thing I care about is to get as far away as possible from that stupid house and the people in it.

After running for Merlin knows how long. I finally stop, bending over, hyperventilating and trying to catch my breath. I look around me, fear comes in when I realise that I have no clue where I am. The street is dark, with hardly any people. Judging by the houses, it's a poor neighbourhood, one of those that you don't want to be in at the middle of the night, mostly if you are a woman.

I consider calling my parents or a taxi, but I quickly discard them. If I call them they are going to ask way to many questions that I don't to answer. And I don't have enough money to pay a taxi. I sigh, still looking around me, watching carefully the group of guys a few streets away from me, while trying to figure out what to do.

I look at my phone again, searching in my contacts who I could call. The problem here is that I live in a little village two hours away from Barcelona, which means that I don't dispose of public transport and if I call someone to pick me up, it would take at least two hours for them to get here. What am I supposed to do?

Easy, go to a motel.

Which part of "I don't have money" don't you understand?

Then go to strippers club, spend the night there while working, it's not like you wouldn't end up there in the future.

No, thanks. I still keep some of my dignity.

Wait, you have dignity?

I tone out my inner voice when I see the group from before looking directly at me, walking in my direction and with bottles of alcohol in their hands. Oh, shit. I start running, fearing for my dear life. This day couldn't get worse.

I hear their steps behind me, sloppy and slow. They're drunk, great, maybe they throw up before they catch me. Still, I flinch when I hear them shouting all types of catcalling. I hate it. I keep running, without looking back, speeding up a little bit.

After what feels like an eternity, I see something that I recognise. My favourite theatre in Barcelona. It seems like life has finally decided to help me, because at the exact same moment that I hear the steps of those animals getting nearer and nearer, a man with a trash can opens one of the back doors from the theatre.

I run a last sprint, but that's not enough. I let a scream when I feel a wet hand grab me from my shoulder. He turns me around. I come face to face with a man around his late twenties. His pals are behind him, smiling like idiots, circling me. Looking at me as if they were hunters and I was their prey.

We are fucked.