t.w: sexual assault
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I never thought I'd relate to an Alessia Cara song in my life.
But based on my past experiences, I guess it's safe to say I should stop thinking altogether.
As I stand in the midst of sweating and swaying bodies, all I can think of is my cozy bed at home. It was New Year's Eve and yet I couldn't think of anything to be grateful for this year.
Coming to Damian Vos' New Year Bash wasn't part of the plan. After last week's debacle, I was more than happy to just bury myself under the floorboards of my house and never be seen again. But hey, if only everything worked out just the way I wanted them to, right?
Have you gotten tired of my complaining yet? Cause I surely have.
This lack of control over my life has made already severely disoriented self worse. But somehow I was still breathing, so that seemed enough reason to go on.
Right?
Like I said, it wasn't exactly my plan to come to Damian's party. But just as I was getting ready to snuggle up with my tiger plushie to watch Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Askaban for the 63rd time, I got a call from Bernadette.
"Cairooooooo," she sang as I picked up. "Whereeee areeeee youuuu?"
"Are you drunk?" I sat up, alarmed. Bernadette did not have a tolerance for alcohol.
"No no no no," she said. "I'm totallyyyyyy suburbb."
"You mean sober?"
"Potato potato."
I sighed. "Where are you? I'll come get you."
"Where else?" She drawled and I could clearly hear the loud music behind her.
"You went to Damian's party?" I asked.
"Uh-huh! Correct answer!"
I shook my head. Ryder and his chipmunks must've gotten her drunk in an attempt to get into her pants. I cringed at the thought, grabbing my car keys and jacket.
"Just stay put, alright? I'll be there in ten."
And as promised, I was at Damian's house, my gaze desperately trying to search for my best friend amongst the myriad of people there. How did he even know this many people?
That was a stupid question. Damian was the most famous guy at school. Obviously he knew people.
As I scanned the place for Bernadette, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned in a swift and locked eyes with Damian.
And as ashamed as I am to admit it, he looked like a character straight out of Great Gatsby.
I sucked in a deep breath as he flashed me a grin.
"I didn't think you'd be here."
"Me neither." I chuckled uncomfortably. "I mean,...uh... I'm just trying to find...uh Bernadette. Then I'll leave."
"Why so soon?" He said with a tone enough to melt your insides. My throat went dry.
"Uh.." a weird sound ricocheted off my lips. "I don't...really feel comfortable...being here."
"What? You don't like my party?"
"Oh no no," I fumbled. "It's...uh... it's a very well put together party. I just...um... don't feel comfortable around the people at this party."
And then he did something unpredictable.
He leaned over, his face inches away from my face and whispered in my ear, "So why don't we go someplace quiet?"
