Memories

Chapter 4: Drunk Surprises

I slowly walked over to Jake's house practically tripping over beer bottles and red cups. Where were his parents? Were they even around? These thoughts filled my mind as I came near the door.

The music was loud, the walls shaking from the bass. I realized that knocking on the door was useless, counting the fact that his music was louder than any rock band in the world.

I took a deep breath as I walked through the front door.

Yes, I walked into Jake's house, and I absolutely regretted it. 

The first thing that caught my eye was "Oh, Mr.Beauty" himself.

I walked towards him stepping over the people that were sitting on the floor.

About 3 girls crowded around him. Who knows what they were on.

I don't take my gaze off his tall figure as I get closer. The girls that are around him go back to their "natural" habitat leaving us alone in the kitchen. 

"Oh, look who decided to have a little fun" he smirks.

"I'm not here to party. Jake." I scowl.

"Sweetie, you need to learn how to relax a bit" he reaches for my arm.

I quickly pull away and take a step back. He hands me the red cup in his left hand.

I smack it away from me "Don't call me sweetie."

The drink spills all over his navy blue ambercrombie shirt. 

He looks down at his chest that is now covered in whatever the heck he was drinking. For a couple minutes we stay silent as his gaze locks on me.

"Run" he says.

"Excuse me?" I ask.

"Run" and with that he darts at me with full strength and speed dropping the cup.

I run with everything that I have, tripping over people on the floor. I am almost to the door when I crash into someone.

A tall lean figure. Brown messy hair and hazel eyes.

My breath stops for a minute. 

No......

My eyes widen as I meet his.

Finally the words escape from my mouth "What are you-

I'm cut off by his own voice.

"Get away from her, before I knock you out" he is now facing Jake.

I cant believe this.

It's not possible.

I couldn't get my thoughts together. All the memories. The past.

I needed to get out of here. I just needed to go. I needed to go.

And with that I run out the door before hearing another word from any of them.

I trip over a beer bottle in the lawn.

I stand up, blood rushing down my knee as I continue to run towards my own house.

Throwing two bottles from my porch into the bushes I finally manage to unlock my door. I grab my backpack and books that have been there all along.

Finally, I slam the door and tears come streaming down my face.

I throw my stuff off to the side not believing what I saw.

"Get away from her before I knock you out"

That voice replayed through my head over and over again.

His soft voice.

I slammed myself against my door, my head digging into my blood covered jeans.

Why is he here?

Why did he stop Jake?

He looked me in the eyes. His brown, hazel eyes.

All these things filled my mind. Suddenly I heard a knock on my door that startled me completely.

Hesitating to get up I remain seated in the same position.

I wouldn't open it. Not now. I just can't.

The knocks continue and got louder and louder. 

Finally I stood up and wiped my tears.

I was sure that my face was completely red, but I didn't give one crap.

I grabbed the nob of the door and finally managed to turn it.

"Damien leave me the hell al-

Before I could finish my sentence I saw Viola standing in front of me. Her face was filled with shock.....