The Story Of Stacey Pratt

Chapter 3

Stacey rubbed her forehead trying to focus on Tom, which was talking, but she couldn’t make out what he was talking about, so she zoomed him out completely. It didn’t hurt her head so much if she did. After a while she shook her head turning to Tom again, which raised a eyebrow at her. She ignored him and took a big bite of her burger, then another one, then another one. She was propping herself with the food on the plate in front of her, too much for any normal person. Tom sighed but too quiet for her to hear. He knew just as well as her what would happen. And soon Stacey got up on her feet, running to the bathroom.

Stace sat down in front of the toilet and closed her eyes as she put her index finger in her mouth. As far as she could and she started gagging and soon she vomited everything up. It was a habit she’d gotten when she started school. She ate too much, way too much. Comfort-eating’s what they call it. She nearly jumped up, walking over to the wash, wiping her mouth, drinking some water before taking up the bottle from her bag, smiling, drinking from it. Nothing was like Jack Daniels in the morning. She washed her face, applying new make up, taking off her top, changing to a new one which laid in her huge purse. She and Tom was going to a party where Jamie and Jackson would also be. She walked out to the restaurant and over to Tom. 

“Ready to go?” she asked and he raised a eyebrow. 

“But it’s like, 2 am.” He said, crossing his arms. Stacey let out a long fit of laughter, dragging in his sleeve, making him stand up as well, rolling his eyes at her.

“Toooommy! That doesn’t matter. It never said party tonight, but today. Which means…now!” she explained and Thomas just rolled his eyes, following her though. 

-!-

“Jamieeee! Jackieeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Stacey shrieked as she saw Jackson and Jamie and ran against them, hugging them, grabbing Jackson’s cigarette, taking a deep drag of it. In fact, Stace was right. The party did start “today” Jackson just smirked, rolling his eyes and Jamie smiled friendly and the two girls were soon off the dance floor. Both were smoking pot as they danced and the dance soon seem rather strange. But they had a good time.

Stacey was heading to the bar as she crashed in a girl. She seemed awkward but…still not. She seemed like she liked the place and all, but she looked uncomfortable. New? Maybe. The chick crossed her arm, frowning, apparently not liking people crashing in her. Well, she would have to get used to it if she wanted to stick around at a place like this. 

“Watch where you’re going, okay!” she snapped before smirking, grabbing Stace’s tequila, taking a sip of it. Stacey shrugged, grabbing the beer to a guy passing by them, which then again grabbed someone other’s drink, and it went on until some idiot got pissed. The girl smirked at Stace. 

“I’m Karina.” She said, and Stacey widened her eyes. “Gosh! I’m Stace….Or Stacey! Defiantly Stacey…Or Stace!” she said smiling, letting a purr of a laughter roll off her tongue. Karina let out a laughter as well, looking around and suddenly gasping, making Stacey raise a drunken eyebrow at her, turning to where she was looking, against Jackson and Thomas. Stacey looked on her, curious. 

“Ohmygod! It’s Jackson!” Karina said, whispering, but yet loudly and Stacey raised a eyebrow, looking on her cousin. 

“Jackson? My cousin?” she asked, confused and Karina widened her eyes. 

“He’s your cousin? Ohmigod! I neeeeeed to talk to him! I just need to!” Rina begged and Stacey rolled her eyes, grabbing the sleeve of Karina’s sweater thingie, dragging her over to Jackson, which was now standing alone, cause Jamie and Tom was…..where was they? Stacey shook her head, being slightly confused. 

“Jackson, this is….Rina..Yes! Rina. Rina, this is Jackson. Have fun.” She said, before walking off, smirking at her guy looking her over.

-!-

Stacey leaned her head against the wall in the empty room. The guy was gone and she had covered her naked body with a simple blanket. She didn’t cry. She didn’t find the tears. She cried inside of her though. She had no idea who the guy was, nor did she care. She was shuddering in the cold, her skin was nearly blue. She grabbed the bottle beside her, even though she didn’t know who the owner of it was. She drank, and drank, and drank. Drowning it all, closing her eyes, taking a deep breath. The itching in her fingertips was turning back to hurt again, as the burn marks started making nasty wounds. She drifted off to sleep. 

“No! Zeke! Let me out! Fucking let me out!” she screamed slamming on the locked door, trying to open it, screaming in anger. 

“Let me out!!! Can’t you fuckin’ hear me! Let me out!”she continued, screaming until her throat couldn’t actually make any other sounds than a quiet raspy sound. She continued to kick and slam in the door before she slide down on the floor, rubbing her wrist. They were blue after Zeke holding her tight. She still didn’t cry but she was heartbroken. She hated days like this. When Zeke was angry with her. Suddenly the door opened and Zeke stood there, sneering at her. Literally sneering at her. 

“Get on the bed.” He says and she gulps, but she doesn’t move, making him growl as he walks closer. “Get on fucking bed, slut!” he shouted, grabbing a fistfull of hair, dragging her up on her feet. She let out a scream, and now finally she got tears in her eyes. She ignored the pain as he pushed her down in the bed, and as he kissed her, she closed her teary eyes.

Stacey opened her eyes quickly. She couldn’t be dreaming about him, no….She got up and sighed, grabbing some clothes. She had to get back to Jamie, Tom, her cousin and….K…K-something..Rina!