A few hours later, I woke up feeling like I had been hit with a train. The party was still going on, the music making my head feel even worse. I stood up and the cold air hit my bare legs. I looked down and saw that I was naked from the waist down. My legs became jello as I tried to stand. The room was dark and I stumbled around for the light switch. I flipped it on and I almost puked. The room was a disaster. The bed that I was just laying in had the covers thrown around, the floor was covered in X-rated magazines and beer cans.
To make matters worse, dirty clothes laid everywhere. I searched around for my bottoms. I spotted them at the foot of the bed. I grabbed them and hurriedly put them back. I found my phone and saw that it was nearly three in the morning. I started to hyperventilate as I ran down the stairs. I looked around for Sebastian and spotted him. I made my way over to him, and spotted a pretty red head on his arm. Jeffery was there and he approached me. "Hey, baby," he said as he leaned down and planted a sloppy kiss on my mouth. I pushed Jeffery back and smacked him across the face.
My hand ached and it left a red mark on his cheek. "Don't call me that ever again!" I shouted at him. It was like everything and everyone had quieted down. He smirked.
"But, baby, after everything we did upstairs I thought you would at least like a goodbye kiss." I froze, slowly piecing everything together.
"You sick freak!" I looked towards Sebastian and I hurried toward him, ignoring the girl. Tears were burning my eyes. "Sebastian, take me home!" I started to cry, pleading with him. He looked ready to get up and go, but he stopped.
"No way I'm letting you in my car. You'll get your hooker disease all over my seats," he said harshly. I covered my mouth, tears running down my face.
"I hate you!" I yelled at him as I ran out of the house. I pushed passed drunken people and I was already walking down the driveway, dialing my mother's phone. It didn't even ring. She turned it off. I screamed at my phone as I pressed end. I didn't bother calling my dad or Karen, not wanting to hear her lecture, but at the same time I needed someone. I dialed Karen's phone as I walked out the gates. She lived around the area, or couldn't have been too far. I waited for her to answer and when she did, I was overjoyed. Her voice was laced with sleep as she talked.
"Lindsay? Why are you calling me? It's three in the morning," she said groggily. I tried to hold back the tears, but it was of no use. Karen always knew when I was upset. "Honey, why are you crying?"
"I need you to come get me. I'm headed towards Main Street. Can you meet me at the library?" I asked her, my voice cracking.
"Of course, honey. Let me just call your mother."
"I did. She didn't answer. It doesn't matter, Karen. I don't want to go home right now anyway. I really need someone right now."
"Have you had much to drink?"
"No, just one drink and it was beer."
"Alright. I'll be at the library in fifteen minutes. If I'm not there when you get there, then stay where you are I'll still be coming." I nodded my head.
"Okay."
"Ok, sweetie, I'm getting into my car now. I'll see you soon, okay?"
"Okay." I hung up and kept walking towards the library. I ran across the street to reach the large building. It was one of the largest buildings in town and you guessed it, it was the Hartman Library, founded by my great-great-grandfather before he died. I sat on the stone steps and waited for Karen to show up. I leaned against the hand rail and I closed my eyes, trying to remember whatever I could. Karen pulled up in her sedan. She jumped out of the car in a oversized shirt and jeans, her long brown hair hanging in a loose ponytail.
What surprised me was when my dad jumped out of the car after her. Karen fell to her knees as she threw her arms around me, holding me close to her. I swear I heard her sniffling as she held me. She rubbed my back, her other hand was in my hair. She was shaking as my dad knelt down beside us and wrapped his arms around both of us. Even without my mother there, it felt like both of my parents were there when I needed them. They pulled away at the same time, looking down at me. "Are you okay, honey?" my dad asked. I nodded my head.
I knew that he would make things worse if I told him. It would make me seem like a harlot if I told them that I had slept with Jeffery Higgins, or at least that's what I thought had happened after I blacked out. My dad kissed the top of my head. "Can we just go home?" I asked him. He nodded his head and stood up. He held his hand out to Karen and helped her to her feet. They both helped me up. My dad shrugged off his coat and draped it over my shoulders. I smiled at him.
"I'll drive if you want?" he asked Karen. She nodded her head as she helped me into the back seat. She slid in beside me and opened her arms to me. I rested my head against her shoulder and her arms enveloped me. I closed my eyes as my dad drove us back to our house. I scooted closer to Karen and as I started to fall asleep, I felt her kiss my head.
"I love you, baby girl," she whispered. I woke up momentarily to my dad carrying me up the stairs to my bed. Karen slipped off my shoes as Dad went to find me some pajamas. He handed them to Karen as she changed me out of my shorts and into my warm pajama pants. She tucked me in like she did when I was eight years old and still afraid of the dark. As I was about to completely go back to sleep, I heard Karen ask to stay with me. The weight in my bed shifted as she crawled back in beside me and cuddled up next to me.
