Psych | C.H. AU

Part 5

Music pulsed through the speakers and I watched as girls and guys alike danced to the beat. The newly mixed drink in my hand sloshed around as Mitchell clapped me hard on the back and laughed hysterically over something someone had just said to him. I wobbled back and forth from the sudden force and playfully glared at him as I leaned against the kitchen counter to steady myself.

"Chug, chug, chug!!!" People chanted from the opposite side of the room as two lacrosse players raced to see who could shotgun a beer the quickest.

"I want to do that!" Mitchell started to make his way toward the group, but I reached out and pulled him back.

"You're not doing that." His happy face faltered but a second later returned as I slurred my next words. "At least not without me."

"Yes!" My friend pulled me along behind him and I made sure to gulp down the rest of the contents of my cup before we were both handed a beer.

"Ready?" Mitchell grinned at me as people already started to cheer.

"Hell yeah!" My smile matched his as we broke holes into the sides of the cans, ready for someone to start the countdown.

"3, 2, 1... Go!!!"

. . . . .

My body crashed against the wall as I stumbled through a tiny crowd of people. My drunken state made it almost impossible for me to locate a bathroom, but as I staggered further into the house less and less people were seen. After what felt like forever I found a toilet. I probably shouldn't have been back this far in the house, the music was so muffled it didn't even feel like I was at a party anymore.

I headed out of the bathroom and wiped my still damp hands on my jeans before I turned to walk back the way I came. I stopped mid step and even though the music could still be heard, there was a noise much closer that held my attention.

"Please, just stop!" The muffled sound of a girl's cries invaded my ears.

My heart began to pound in my chest as I pushed myself up against the closest door and listened for any other sounds. Maybe my hazy mind had just played a trick on me.

"Stop struggling you bitch!" A raspy male voice slurred from the other side of the door. "I know you want it."

My face contorted into pure rage as I twisted the handle of the locked door before I slammed my shoulder into the wooden surface to force it open.

. . . . .

With a quick inhale of air into my lungs my body thumped against the ground and I groaned loudly. I forced myself up into a sitting position unable to breath from the sudden impact with the hard floor. My eyes flickered between my hands as I stared down at them dumbly. My heart pounded in my ears as I fully realized what I had just dreamt about. Tears welled up in my eyes as I became more and more confused by the memory. I pulled my knees against my chest and covered my face with my hands. It all made perfect sense. That guy deserved to get the shit beaten out of him.

Anger radiated through me as I took a moment and composed myself. I stood from the ground before I checked my phone for the time. 12:36pm. I was surprised that my mother hadn't tried to wake me up. My feet padded down the steps and I veered into the kitchen like I did every other morning.

My jaw clenched tightly as my father came into view. I scoffed at the ground as I remembered it was Sunday and my father didn't have work.

"Good morning, Cal!" My mother handed me a cup filled with freshly made coffee.