Finish Line

11

I have truly never been so embarrassed in my life. I was quick to cover myself and discover that my dress was located clear across the room. Let me just say, I sobered up real fast. Dylan was purely shocked. As if he'd never seen a bra before. Or maybe as if he's never seen mine before. Which he hasn't. 

"What the hell, Raimy," Dylan shouts as he shuts the door on whoever else was outside. I shot Nicky a look as if to say, get my dress you dumbass. 

Nicky reaches for my dress and tosses it to me uncomfortably. He's clearly uncomfortable considering Dylan hasn't left yet. I'm uncomfortable as well. The only person who's not uncomfortable is Dylan only because he's to mad to be uncomfortable. I slide my dress back over my body and adjust accordingly. 

"Are you okay," Nicky asks me, taking my hand. I just nod with my head down. It feels like I just got caught making out in junior high by my parents or something. Dylan is glaring at me and I refuse to look at him.

Dylan grabs me by my arm and begins to drag me out of the room, "We're leaving."

"Dylan back off!" I violently pull my arm away and back up towards Nicky. I'm staring him in the eyes and they are violent. 

"We're going home, now,"He snaps at me. His tone is quiet yet firm. I want nothing more than to spit back in his face but I don't. I'm too scared to do anything, "do you fucking hear me?"

He yelled at me. He didn't just yell at me, he screamed at me. I've never seen him so furious. Tears begin to well in my eyes. I am stunned. I have no words. I never thought Dylan would yell at me like that. 

Everyone is looking at us now. People in the hall, people in the living room, people in the bedrooms, have all stopped to take in our situation. 

I storm out of the room and out towards the living room. Luckily only a few people from the living room were looking, the music was too loud for anyone else to hear. Tears brimming along my eyelids, I furiously step closer and closer to my car. 

"Raimy, come back," Dylan's calling after me but I pay no attention to him. I finally make it my car and rapidly try to unlock it. I'm scampering to get into the car before Dylan catches me but I am unsuccessful. He tries reasoning with me. 

"Get the hell away from me," I snap at him before he can try anything. I attempt to escape before he can talk to me or try to talk me out of being mad at him. He embarrassed me. He not only embarrassed me, but he embarrassed me at a party with my friends on one of my last nights in Seattle. 

His hands grip my wrists, pinning me gently to the car. He's close to my face. This is the closest we've been in a long time. This is the most we've spoken in a long time, "Would you stop already?" 

His whispers are violent in my ears. I'm angry. I thought he'd at least have the decency to apologize. However all he did was tell me to stop being a child and just let him take me home. I was no longer intoxicated. I was completely in my right mind and I knew I was. 

"No, I won't stop. You are the most aggravating person to walk the Earth. Dylan Keely you are not above the law, you are not above me. You shouldn't have done that. Do not have the nerve to tell me to stop, when you're the one acting like a child," I shove him off me and leave him in shock. 

I turn the car on and speed as far away from the party as possible. I drove in silence. I didn't want to listen to anything, I was too mad. I was taking sips from a water bottle in the passenger seat. I park my car in the driveway and storm inside. My hair is a mess, my makeup is smeared, my dress is ripped from Dylan grabbing at me so violently. I slammed the front door behind me. 

Emma is sitting on the couch, watching something on the TV. She gasps at the sight of me. She's quick to get to her feet and she makes her way over to me. She scans me up and down twice before attempting to brush some hair out of my face.