It's Just My Decisions

Chapter 5: Drink Up

Glasses after glasses went down my system, what went from a casual drink turned into a competition of who could finish the highest number of shots the fastest.

I was at 7, Jake was barely able to finish his 8th.

We slowly became weaker with every shot we took. Jakes' head was on the table desperately trying to finish his shot. While I was resting my head on hands trying o keep it from hitting the table.

"Hey are you guys okay I think you should stop the race cause it's turning out to be pretty ugly," the bartender said.

"No keep is coming" we both insisted at the same time.

As I took each shot, I became less aware of my surroundings and the actions I was making. All I knew was that I had to keep drinking and couldn't let Jake win. I knew his limit was 10 shots, and after he would start throwing up and then I would eventually win, however, what I didn't take into account was my limit which was 6 shots.

Gulp.

Gulp.

People starting surrounding us cheering us on. I felt so alive.

"Charlie!" "Charlie!". Who the hell is calling me I'm doing something very serious right now

"Charlie, Jake what the hell are you guys doing!" Lily screamed. She snatched both of our shots then pouring it down the sink.

"No, I was about to win"

"Yeah in your dreams," Jake said as he fell over the chair.

Lily helped Jake up and sat him back down. "SHIT I have to get him out of here before he starts throwing up, you stay here and don't move," she said with a stern voice painting at me like she was my mother. She dragged him out of the crowd and I was left alone again.

I stood up and was roaming around the house trying to figure out where the washroom. Walking through different rooms and bumping into different people. I eventually found the washroom and was surprised to find it empty. I walked in and closed the door. I admired the bathroom for a few minutes. Stroking the marble tiles and l judge the colour choice of the hand towels. As I continued looking around I finally looked at the mirror only to see a different person staring back at me. the person I saw in the mirror was a mess. her hair was a rough and her makeup smudged in different directions. I quickly yet slobbishly rushed to the counter to try and fix my appearance before facing the crowd again.

The door slowly opened and in came Paul who was also drunk but had a hint of anger in his eyes.

I ignored him and went back to fixing my makeup hoping that he would just go to another washroom.

However, he moves closer to me and grabs my waist from behind.

I jumped and quickly turned around "what the hell do you think you're doing," I said trying to remove his arms from my waist.

He moved closer and closer to my face making me more and more uncomfortable.

" you really think you can end things with me that easily huh?"

" Paul let go of me"

" This isn't over until I say so," he says as he locks the washroom door

" LET GO!!" I screamed

He covered my mouth and started kissing down my neck.

I screamed and screamed but no one could hear me

He started touching my body then grabbed my face aggressively and started kissing me.

I hated this so much, I knew I shouldn't have come to this party I said in my mind as one tear dropped down my face and a rush of tears followed. I tried so hard to get away from his grip but it was useless. He was two times bigger than me.