It Happened to Me

Chapter Eleven

Chapter 11

I walk inside the party with Megan and I see her searching around. I tap her on the shoulder, smirk, and say, "He's over there." I point towards Jake and I watch her face light up. She glances briefly at me, winking in appreciation, and walking towards Jake. I walk around the party, watching as everyone dances on each other. Some with drinks in their hands and others appearing as if they already had a drink.

I look away and walk into a kitchen. It is a rather small kitchen and I can see why no one would want to stay in here. Everything in this place is almost touching and there is little space to move around. The brown, wooden table is almost touching the counter top and half of the marble counters are touching the others and their refrigerator. With a big house like this you would think that the kitchen would look a little bit better. I see Ashley walking towards me and as she makes eye contact with me, she grins wide.

"Hey, Mia!" She exclaims. "How are you?"

"Pretty good," I smile.

"Awesome, I'm glad you are here." She says handing a red plastic cup over to me. "Have a drink and have fun!"

I take the cup out of her hand and take a whiff of it. By the smell of it I can tell that this is not water but rather alcohol and to be more specific: Vodka. I contemplate whether or not I want to have a drink, seeing as I have never drank before, or if I should put it down. What harm can it do?

I walk into the next room where all of the bodies are dancing, finally taking a sip of my drink. I look down at my waist, remembering the last time I was at a party it was just about this moment when Jayce was here to rescue me from a night full of loneliness and possible embarrassment. Just as I expected, Jayce's arms weave themselves around my waist. I turn around, a smile on my face, and muttering a quick hello to him. Still looking at his arms and weaving my arms around his neck, I begin to notice something different. This isn't Jayce.

I look up at this strange person's face in shock. I back away from him, babbling about how sorry I am and making my way down the hallway. A feeling of completer and utter embarrassment washes over me as I spy a bathroom down the hallway. I step towards the bathroom door and knock on it to see if there is anyone in there. I slowly open the door assuming that no one is in there and quickly shut it behind me. I walk over to the sink and look in the mirror, finally realizing the alcohol kicking in. I turn the faucet on warm and groggily flush my face with water. As I turn of the faucet, my face dripping with water, I begin to look for a towel. My eyes land on a red towel and I pick it up and pat my face dry.

As I leave the bathroom, I quickly slide my hands across my jeans removing any excess water on them. Glancing upwards, I find myself ramming into the guy from earlier. I lose my balance, stumbling backwards but catching myself quickly.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I mutter.

"That's okay," He says, a low laugh escaping his lips. I nod awkwardly, quickly trying to get pass him but he only stands in my way.

"I'm Connor," He grins. "Connor O'Neil."

"Mia," I say, offering my hand to him.

"You're pretty cute, Mia." He smirks, taking a step forward and grabbing my hand. I step back, my heart beating faster and a nervous, unsteady feeling rushing through my body.

"I-Um-Thanks."

I stumble over my words and I soon realize that my back is against a wall. Oh God, this isn't good. This is the part in the movies where the guy attempts to rape a girl and some random guy comes and saves her. I frantically look from left to right, searching for any signs of Jayce. Please Jayce, where are you?

Connor steps forward, placing his hands on the wall on both sides of me. As soon as he brings his face closer to mine, I instantly smell the alcohol on his breath. He is drunk and I didn't see anything that was going to stop him. Before I had a chance to react, let alone escape, I feel his lips crushing against mine. His mouth tasted like a bitter mix of coconut and vodka. With all my might, I try to push him off of me but he wouldn't budge. Tears began to stream down the side of my cheeks as I begin to feel his hands all over my body. I knee him where it hurts and watch as he bends over in pain. Fury washes over his face and I try to make a run for it but before I can get very far, Connor grabs hold of my wrist and yanks me towards him. He pushes me towards the wall and my head hits it, now throbbing like crazy. I open my eyes, groaning and my vision splattered with black dots.

The music pounds through my ears and against my eardrum causing my head to throb even more. It amazes me that out of all the people around, no one has noticed this guy assaulting me. Fighting to stay conscious and trying to push Connor away, I suddenly find it easier to get him away from me. I look at Connor, watching as someone pulls him off of me and with one swift movement, hits Connor in the face that practically renders him unconscious. My body slides to the floor, supported by the wall behind me as I lift my right hand up and touch my forehead. My head throbs and the pain rushing through every nerve ending is almost unbearable. I feel a soft, gentle hand touch the side of my cheek and my eyes slowly flutter open.

"Mia," I hear someone yell over the music. "Mia, look at me!"

"I-I," I stop myself, realizing I can hardly speak. The person in front of me soon becomes apparent as my vision slowly begins to regain its focus.

"Mia," The voice pushes. "Come on, Mia! Don't fall asleep."

"Jayce," I mutter in a small puff of air. "It's so hard."

"Come one," He takes my hand, lifting me to my feet and helping my leave the house. I stumble on my own two feet as I try to keep my balance. Soon Jayce and I sit down on what feels like grass. The music in the background has become faint and it has become a little easier to stay awake.

"Hey," I hear him say. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I murmur. "I-It-Um, my head hurts."

"You had something to drink, didn't you?" He asks.

I nod my head, my eyelids beginning to feel heavy. Sleep tugs at my eyes but I know I can't surrender myself to it.

"You shouldn't have," Jayce says in an irritated tone.

"Oh really?" I ask sarcastically. "What gave you that idea?"

"Hey, you're the one on the brink of unconsciousness, not me." By the sound of his voice I can tell that he was angry. A lump begins to form in my throat at his words. I didn't mean to make him angry.

"Why are you so angry?" I slowly ask.

"Mia," He sighs. "You got hit in the head pretty hard after having something to drink which means you can have a concussion and if you go to sleep, you might not wake up."

"I'm sorry." I whisper.

My head still throbbed but the pain was slowly ceasing and I am still awake. It still is a little hard trying to fight against sleep. I rest my head on Jayce as he holds me in his arms. He refuses to say anything else and I know he is disappointing. I keep my eyes closed but Jayce still remains on my mind. I don't think that there is only disappointment in him, there is something else but I'm not sure what it is. At least I can be sure of one thing: I am never going to another party again. Nothing good ever happens.