We got home and it was about 11. Ally was still drunk but managed to walk inside and up to her bed, with my help. After Ally was upstairs in bed, I flopped down on the couch and cried. My worst childhood nightmare had almost happened again. I tried to remember what the guy in the hoodie looked like. About 5'9", wearing a dark blue hoodie and a grey beanie underneath the hood. I couldn't catch a glimpse of his face.
I wish my mom was here. She'd make me hot chocolate, sit me down on the couch and tell me everything would be okay. She'd scold me for going to the club, but let me watch Sherlock all night anyway. I cried even harder. My mascara smeared all over the grey pillows on Ally's couch. Grey like the boys beanie... I thought.
I grabbed a tissue off of the coffee table and wiped off the rest of my makeup. I tip toed upstairs to Ally's room and rummaged through her dresser drawers. I pulled out some purple shorts and green tshirt I'd brought her back from Disney World when we went on our senior class trip. I dug through the bag I'd brought over, hoping I at least remembered extra underwear. Thank God.
I slipped into the bathroom to change. Pulling on the shirt, I glanced in the mirror. My dark blonde hair was in a tangled mess, and my face was white as a ghost. Chad had scared me more than it showed. I heard the bathroom door creak open. I whirled around, my hands shaking. A soft white cat slinked in, purring as she nuzzled my leg. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Snow," I scolded, rubbing her ears. "You scared me!"
I picked her up and tip toed back downstairs. "Good night, Snow," I said, cuddling up with the cat underneath a blanket on the couch. She purred in response. I felt my eyelids get heavy. "Goodnight, mom."
