Addicted to Heartache

Chapter 2 Part 5: The party

That Saturday night, I was preparing for the party. My mom was out of town on work and I decided to take advantage of the weekend to myself. People started arriving around 9. Lucas had stayed at my house the night before and helped me prep everything. We had live music and every drink you could think of. I figured Sam has either forgotten or just didn't want to come. Around 10 o'clock the doorbell rang. I stood up from Lucas' lap and headed towards the door.
"Hey Sam! I didn't think you'd make it!"
I embraced him tightly.
"Cuh hum"
I turned around and realized it was Lucas clearing his throat and eying Sam.
I stepped away from the hug.
Lucas stepped towards Sam.
"Nice to see you buddy." He firmly shook his hand. Asserting his dominancy.
"Uh here I brought this." Sam handed me a bottle of vodka.
"Great! Let's go open this baby up!"
The three of us headed for the bar counter.
I poured us each a glass and made a toast.
"To friendship and forgetting the past:"
We all clinked our glasses together, Lucas almost dropping his. I could tell the five beers he had earlier were starting to get to him.
"you okay man?" Sam asked, patting Lucas' shoulder. Lucas jerked away quickly. Almost in a bitchy manner.
"I'm fine."
He downed the whole glass in one sip and set the glass down harshly on the counter, nearly breaking it.
Sam came towards me.
"Is he drunk?" He whispered.
I looked over at Lucas.
He had picked up the vodka and was drinking straight from the bottle now.
"If he wasn't, he is now. I'll be right back. Go mingle."
I walked to Lucas and grabbed his arm.
"Let's go upstairs." He nodded and headed for the steps. When we got half way up, he turned around and looked towards Sam.
"Have a good night pretty boy"
Sam laughed and waved feminely at Lucas.
He stumbled up the stairs while I tried to keep him from falling. I finally got to he top of the stairs and opened my room door.
Lucas laid on the bed.
I laughed at him.
"Dude it's barely 10 o'clock why are you drunk already?"
He tried to sit up and say something but ended up falling back over and mumbling things I couldn't understand.
I went over to the bed and took his shoes off. When I turned away from Lucas, he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me on to his lap. I was surprised that he was that strong while intoxicated. But then again, I was used to it.
"Come here baby." He buried his face into the back of my neck.
I laughed.
"Lucas you're drunk."
He laid down on his side, pulling me down with him.
"Stop I have to get back to the party."
He slid his hands down the back of my pants.
"Stop it!"
I could feel him grin against my skin. His face was pressed against the side of mine.
"Cmon. Babe you know you want it."
He playfully thrusted against my side and grabbed my hand, pulling it down to his crotch. Lucas breathed against my cheek, before pulling my lips into a kiss.
"Not while everyone is down stairs. Plus you're wasted !"
I pushed Lucas away from me and sat up. He tugged at the back of my shirt, trying to pull me back to him.
"Let go of me Lucas"
That was one of the only things I hated about Lucas. He was a stubborn drunk. He never listened to me sober, and it was 20 times worse when he was under the influence. Plus all he wanted was sex.
Somehow he managed to pull me back down to the bed. He crawled over top of me. All I could do was pray that he didn't throw up.
He tried to lift my shirt up but I stopped him. It was a white, lacy fabric with spaghetti straps.
"Just take it off babe. I missed the feeling of our bodies." He could barely talk.
"It hasn't even been 24 hours since the last time we slept together Lucas. Get off of me."
The real reason I didn't want to have sex was because Sam was downstairs and I was missing my opporuntiny to be with him.
"I said take it off." Now he was getting angry.
"The door isn't locked." Now I was just trying to come up with excuses to get up so I could leave the room.
"Who cares." He began to kiss me again.
I tried pushing him away as he tried to undress me. We struggled around for a moment, each of us trying to gain control. I heard a ripping noise. He had torn my shirt. I quickly sat up which only made things worse. He ended up tearing the whole thing off of me.
"That's enough! Lucas I said no!" I jumped off of the bed.
I didn't expect Lucas to get up and try and follow me.
"Come here. I'm sorry. Just give me a kiss."
He stumble towards me, placing his hands against my neck. The smell of booze on his breath was disgusting.
I turned my head away from him.
"I love you."
Lucas' hands traveled down my neck and chest.
He grasped my butt through my yoga pants and started getting a little too handsy.
"Stop it!" I pushed him away, even harder this time.
Lucas drew back his fist. Right at that time Sam happened to walk in. He rushed over. "What the fuck are you doing?! Get away from her!"
Sam pushed Lucas back, and when Lucas tried to swing, he punched him in the nose.
I don't know if Lucas passed out or if he was knocked out but he sat down on the bed, before falling over and not getting back up. I wasn't even concerned for him. Sam looked back at me but didn't say anything. I stood there staring back until I remembered I didn't have a shirt on. I scrambled to find something to cover my chest. Once I put a sweater on, Sam came over and put his hands on my cheeks. "He didn't hit you did he?"
I shook my head no.
"Does he get like this often?"
I didn't say anything.
Sam looked so angry and I felt bad for dragging him into this.
"Okay party's over."
Sam left the room and went downstairs. Cutting off the music, and telling everyone to quiet down.
He opened the front door.
"Everybody out."
Nobody listened so he went and stood on my dinning room table, telling everyone that the cops were coming.
I've never seen a group of teenagers run that fast.
I ran down the steps and met Sam in the living room.
"What are you doing?"
"Scarlet I want you to tell me the fucking truth."
"About what?!"
"What attracts you to him that I don't have? He was about to hit you. Now you know he lied when he said he would never do it again."
I sat down on the couch which was wet and smelt like alcohol.
Sam continued talking.
"I come to check on yall and end up punching someone in the face! What happened scarlet? Why was your shirt off? And don't you dare cover for him."
"He's drunk. And my shirt ripped so I took it off."
I just didn't want to make Sam upset or get a lecture about my relationship.
Sam ran up the stairs.
"Where are you going?"
He came back down carrying my shirt.
I hated how smart he was.
"You're telling me this 'just ripped'?"
He held up the shirt which was torn down the middle and one of the straps was broken. I didn't realize how rough Lucas had actually been.
"What do you want from me Sam? To tell you about my rough sex life?"
Sam scoffed.
"You and I both know that isn't what happened."
I heard Lucas make a sound upstairs.
"Leave Sam. I'll see you Monday."
Sam threw down my shirt and stormed out, kicking a can and slamming the door.