Aggressive Me, Passive You

Chapter Twenty

EDITED

Chapter Twenty - UH-OH

WARNING : SENSITIVE CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER

So I'm looking on some old comments from past chapters and I think it's funny how Aniya's mama acts like some of your mamas. Lol go check out the comments, I'm sure you'll find them funny.

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About ten minutes later, Sam and I found ourselves watching an intense game of beer pong. I thought these things only happened in movies; I guess I was highly wrong. Every time one guy made the ball bounce into the other guy's cup, the people behind him would scream and shout and take a swig of their own beers. How could people do this for fun? Seriously, what was the fun in getting drunk?

Hunter was one of the main people cheering the guys on; he claimed he didn't drink or do drugs but somehow he still knew how to party. As long as I'd been here, drinking and doing drugs were considered partying hard, but Hunter had a different definition. He was really a good guy, and maybe that's why Eliza hadn't noticed him. I mean, she had to throw this party with at least an idea that there was going to be alcohol here. Maybe she wasn't such a good girl, and maybe she had everyone fooled.

I could see it now: the perfect, perky, blonde cheerleader with straight A's secretly was a party girl.

When people started to get loud—like really louder than they already were—I shook my thoughts out of my head. I saw that the beer pong game ended and  I turned to Sam.

"Can we leave now?" I groaned.

As fun as this party was, hence the sarcasm, I was ready to return to Sam's house and chill out. I didn't think I'd be coming to another one of Eliza's parties. Partying wasn't my forte and when I witnessed so many drunk teenagers, that was one of the many reasons why.

"I was your ride here, and I'm your ride back." Sam crossed her arms over her chest. "We're staying a little bit longer. We haven't even been here that long."

It was my turn to cross my arms over my chest. I narrowed my eyes at her, before rolling them. I hated it when Sam got an attitude; she was very stubborn and I knew she meant what she said. I was going to be stuck at this dumb party longer than I intended.

"I'll be back." I walked past Sam, hitting her shoulder with mine harshly.

I walked to the small kitchen area to find something to drink, but everything I saw seemed to be alcohol. I most definitely wasn't about to try the punch in the red bowl on top of the counter. I had more common sense than that. My stomach was growling, but I wasn't going to eat a brownie. These were all the things that I saw on the comedy movies about teenagers.

Suddenly, I heard a strange noise, and I couldn't really make out what it was. It sort of sounded like something fell, but I wasn't sure.

My shoes padded across the floor and I found myself in one of the many bedrooms down here. No one was paying attention to me and there was nobody in the hallway, so I let my curiosity get the best of me and followed the sound.

My eyes nearly bulged out of my head when I stood in the doorway of the bedroom.

I saw some guy on top of Eliza; he had one hand wrapped around both of her wrists that were pinned above her head. He had another hand on her mouth so her screams were muffled. She had tears streaming down her cheeks and her makeup was ruined. The guy removed his hand from her wrist and started to unbuckle his belt. Eliza seemed to be in pure shock—she didn't even try to fight him off. Then, she saw me. Her eyes widened and she started kicking her legs and arms every which way—as much as she could with a guy on top of her.

He was about to rape her.

And I was the witness.

I couldn't just go in there. What if he hurt me too? I didn't know her, but I would never forgive myself if I just left the poor girl in there to get raped. If anyone found out, I would be more hated than the guy who would rape her. How did this even occur in her own house? This was another thing I saw on teenage movies—maybe she was drugged.

I falsely judged Eliza in my head just minutes before I saw what was happening to her and I couldn't feel anymore guilty right now. She was very vulnerable right now, and the guy had taken complete advantage of her.

My palms were sweaty and my heart started beating faster. A headache formed right in the center of my head and all of this was suddenly too much to handle.

The guy on top of Eliza still hadn't saw me, even though she was staring directly into my widened eyes. Her eyebrows furrowed and I could sense that she was feeling defeated and weak. She eventually stopped yelling because her screams were muffled by the guy's hand and the music was blaring. This was the perfect opportunity for that man to commit a crime.

After the guy took his belt off, he quickly tried to wrap it around her wrist. She took that time to scream at the top of her lungs. Her mouth was free, since he needed both hands to tie the belt around her wrists.

"Help! Please, help me!" She was staring directly into my eyes.

The guy slapped her on the face and rolled his fully clothed hips against hers, causing her to cry even more.

"Shut up, bitch! Or I'll give you something to cry about." He spat.

"Please, stop! You can tell anyone you slept with me, but please don't rape me. Just leave me alone and I'll say I had sex with you." Eliza sniffed, shaking her head. Her blonde hair wasn't in the tight curls it was when I first arrived. It was a mess and looked similar to a bird's nest.

"No, I'm having my way with you!" He smirked and crushed his lips onto hers.

Realization hit me that I couldn't be at this party anymore. I had to leave; I had to get out of there.

Therefore, I did the only thing I could do—I ran.

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