ethics [ogoc]

eight

Lucy Marie Johnson.

With every beat of the booming music I hear resonating around the house, my head pounds more and more. I've been crouching down in the corner of this storage closet for what seems like forever. I pick up Gabi's phone and look at the time; Only seven minutes have passed since I sent my GPS location to Parker. I guess being crammed into this awful position while having a heart attack every time someone passes by the closet makes the time really crawl by.

Parker, where are you?

I decide to occupy myself while I'm waiting for Parker to text me that he's here. I slowly rise to my feet, feeling relief course through my legs and thighs as I stretch them out. Both of my knees crack, reminding me of why I'm in here hiding in the first place. Who the hell is that guy and why is he being like this? I've been to plenty of parties before and I've rejected dancing with guys if it made me uncomfortable. But whoever this guy is, he's clearly taking this to a whole other level.

Gabi's phone vibrates and my heart leaps out of my chest. I whip my hand up to see what Parker said, but it's just a Snapchat notification from our friend Hannah. As great as Hannah is, I've never been more disappointed to see her name before in my life. I stretch my neck out by rolling it from left to right and back around again. These last ten minutes stuck in here got me fucked up. No, you know what? This random green-eyed psychopath got me fucked up. What makes this guy think he can just come in to this party with my friends from my school and try to ruin my night? I don't know if it's the alcohol rushing through my veins or the fact that I'm pretty sure I'm going to have a neck cramp for the next three days, but now I'm over it. I am determined to walk the fuck out of this storage closet and either go wait for Parker outside the front of the house or go find my brother and his friends and stay with them outside the back of the house.

I check the shelves one final time to make sure my phone isn't actually there and it still isn't. Gabi must have taken mine to wherever she is right now. I still don't know why she was acting like that tonight. It's very unlike us to keep things from each other.

I move towards the door of the closet and feel my heart pounding against my ribcage, warning me to just stay in the closet until Park shows up. I ignore my body's warning. I close my eyes and inhale deeply before exhaling and releasing fear from my mind completely. My hands move before my brain reacts, and I am pushing open the door without realizing it.

The light from the kitchen is blinding, and I feel like a prisoner being released from jail for the first time in years. Nobody seems to have really moved, let alone notice that I was gone. The person that should've noticed I've been missing is Gabi, but she's missing too. When this is all over, her and I have so much to talk about.

I wander out of the kitchen and through the hallway that used to be packed with couples. I now stand in the living room, with two main options ahead of me. I could turn left, outside of the sliding glass doors and to all the boys getting high in the backyard, or I could go right, straight outside of the front door and hopefully into Parker's car. I decide to go to my brother and his friends, because no matter how high they are, I doubt Mr. Green Eyes would come and try to hurt me while I'm with them. I can only imagine how badly that would end up. I turn left and walk towards the back. As I reach to slide the door open, a sharp grip on my shoulder stuns me and makes me cry out in pain. I turn around and see the, once emerald, now jet black eyes staring back at me.

"You thought you could get away with what you did to me?" He says.

"I'm sorry, I ju-" He cuts me off.

"Actually, don't apologize baby," he pulls me into his chest tightly and whispers menacingly into my ear, "You can make it up to me."

"Let go of me," I demand, yanking my arms back, but he rushes forwards and pins me against the wall right next to the door. He leans in to my face and brushes his nose against my cheek. I turn my face to the left and I can see my brother and his friends sitting down right through the door, only ten feet away from me. Jack needs to just look over here. This psychopath places one hand softly around my neck and the other on my breasts, touching me without any kind of consent. Tears pool in my eyes as I struggle to fight back.