Murderer

23

I collapsed on the toilet and cried; I cried so hard that I was shaking.  Everything that has happened the past couple of weeks has traumatized me for the rest of my life - Especially Luke.  

Why would he call me?  His voice just brought back memories that I had forgotten, but now all I can think of is Luke.  

Tonight was supposed to be my night that I forgot about him and I'm not about to let one shitty phone call ruin it.  

I picked myself up and got into the shower.  Then I blowdried my hair and curled it.  I wasn't trying to impress Jake, but who am I kidding; I wanted to look nice.  

After I did my hair, I sat down at my makeup desk and applied foundation and contour (just a little), mascara and a tiny bit of eyeliner.  My makeup looked good and now the next step was getting my outfit.  

I took a look at the clock and noticed it wa 8:11.  I had about 20 minutes before Jake got here which really wasn't a lot.  

I decide on a bright, pretty salmon color pencil skirt which was short but not stripper short.  It showed off my shape well.  Then, I picked a pretty black tank top that showed a little cleavage but nothing crazy; just enough. By the time I was finished getting dressed at 8:28, I heard the doorbell.  Quickly, I put on a pair of black wedges and grabbed a little clutch and made my way downstairs.

My parents weren't home but they knew I was going to a party; I don't keep stuff like that from them.  

As I walked towards the door, I took a deep breath and opened it.  Jake looked handsome with jeans and a tight fighting t shirt on that showed off his muscles.  

"Hey Rayne," He said with a smile as his eyes traveled my body up and down, "You look amazing."  

"Thanks Jake," I said blushing.  

"Well, lets get going," He said sweetly as we walked to the car together.  

The car ride consisted of small talk which I was fine with, but I would rather listen to music.  I remember my first 'date' with Luke.  As soon as I got into the car, he put on my favorite song and we blasted it all the way to the restaurant.  Part of me wished that I could have that back.  

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After about only five minutes in the car, we pulled up to a house with an uncountable amount of cars parked outside it.  I could already see the crowds of drunken teenagers stumbling around in the front yard; this is why I don't like parties.     

Jake got out first and opened the passenger door for me.  

"Rayne, I know I already said this, but you look absolutely beautiful tonight," he said as he took my hand and helped me out.  

"Thank you Jake.  That's really sweet of you," I smiled.  

We walk side by side, very close, up the driveway and into the house.  As soon as I took one step inside, the smell of alcohol engulfed me and I almost choked.  The house was crowded with hundreds of teenagers all bumping into one another and the music was vibrating through my body. 

"I'll go get you a drink!"  Jake shouted to me over the loud electronic music that was blaring.  I nodded in response and walked over the a corner to wait for him.  

Minutes later, he returned with a red solo cup filled with some liquid I didn't know.  I automatically took a swig and let the drink burn its way down my throat.  I don't like alcohol, but tonight I needed to get rid of my memory of Luke; even if it was just for a little bit, so I took another swig and closed my eyes as it went down into my stomach.  

Jake and I talked in the corner as we danced lightly to the music and drank.  After a while, I was almost halfway through my second drink and he was almost finished with his second.  I was starting to feel a little tipsy; I seemed to be more careless and I wasn't thinking about anything but Jake and the party.  He was a little bit more gone than me.  As he took that last sip from his drink, he bent down in my ear.  

"Wanna dance?"  His warm breath met my skin and made me feel wild inside.  

I just smirked and looked at him in his eyes.  He smirked back at me and took my hand; leading me to the dance floor.  

We began dancing close but he moved closer; bringing his hips to my side.  I knew what he was going to do, but I wanted to be one step ahead.  I brought my butt closer to his and grinded once upwards. He put his large hands on my shoulders pulling me tighter to his muscular chest and he began grinding hard on me.  Every time it got harder and I got more into it.  

After a while, I turned my head to look in the crowd to see what everyone else was doing when my whole body froze.  I could not believe what I saw.  

I saw the familiar quiffed blonde hair that haunts my dreams everyday.