Dorms (Krashlyn)

Chapter 16

Ali's POV
I rush back to my room as soon as the game ends. We won, so most of the girls are going out to celebrate before we leave tomorrow morning. Only julie and Christen are staying here, but they're watching netflix in christen's room so they won't be bothering me at all.
I open up the letter and continue reading.
August 7, 2015. My dad and I got into a huge fight so I was pissed. Mackenzie, the queen bee at my high school, and Colton, her older brother who was the captain of the football team, were holding a party. I wasn't planning on going because I don't get along with people too well, but after that fight, I just wanted to get out of the house and get rid of some anger. I hopped in my truck and drove (very fastly might I add) into town. I parked on the street and walked to their house. I didn't see any of my friends, they never really partied, so I went to the kitchen and got some beer. I quickly drank one, two, three bottles. Halfway through #4, I could tell I would definitely be paying the consequence tomorrow morning; but at that point I didn't care. I finished the drink, grabbed another one and then wandered the house. Some girls were giving lap dances in the living room so I kept walking. In the basement, Colton and some other jocks were smoking while some other students had bags of white powder in their hands. I wasn't completely drunk, not nearly dumb enough to go join them. I headed back to the kitchen, sitting on the counter. I don't remember how many more drinks I had. I just wanted to forget all about my father. At some point, Whitney came in. She had just got there and hadn't had one sip of alcohol. We had a small conversation, my side of it being slurred and probably not making much sense. She said something about not leaving me there alone and that she'd take me upstairs to a bedroom to lay down for a while. We had been best friends for a long time, all the way into middle school until she started distancing herself, so I had no reason to not trust her. I gladly accepted her help up the stairs. I'm too ashamed to write what happened the rest of the night but I regret it all. I regret getting mad and trying to drink the pain away. I regret trusting her, trusting that nothing would go wrong. I regret being taken advantage of. I'm so sorry if this ruins everything. But I still love you and I always will. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I didn't know she was coming back, I didn't know she would do what happened that night, I didn't know she realized she was gay in middle school and was distancing herself from me because she had a crush. I'm so sorry that you got involved in my life, for all the pain you've gone through and all the nights you've lost sleep, for all the times you've cried because of me, for everything.
I pack the letter into my suitcase and then head to Ashlyn's hotel room.