"Think before you speak" was something my father had always told me. His raspy voice echoes in my head every time I think before I do something in my life. I just wish that was the voice I listened to the night I went to that house party in Jacksonville.
I honestly didn't think twice about this party because a lot of my friends were going. Instead of hearing my fathers raspy voice, I heard my own saying "why not Willow, it's your senior year... Evan is going to be there and a lot of friends will be there as well. You don't want to look lame do you?" So I hopped into the car with my best friends May and Erin.
I was sort of excited on the way to this party. I am not one that's much of a party animal. I am actually quite the introvert but tonight was different. When we pulled up to this house, you couldn't tell that there was a party going on. It honestly looked dead from the outside since everyone parked far down the road. Once we got inside, it was a different story. The air was fogged up and cloudy as if it were a war zone or a cheesy haunted house on Halloween. There was loads and loads of alcohol sprawled out in random places. Then I looked at the people and felt different. I am not modest but I don't dress in short shorts and low cut shirts. All of the girls were dressed scandalously. Short dresses and high heels. All of the guys were in flannel or t-shirts, normal attire, but the same attire as me.
My friends broke off when they saw Evan, so Evan walked up to me. He yelled my name with his dreamy blue eyes swallowing mine. We have been friends since 6th grade but I slowly grew to have feelings for him over the years. The first time I realized I had a flicker of feelings for him was the time I was in the hospital and he was the only one there by my side. He has always been there for me and I have always been there for him. From playing football in the front yard to passing notes about drama in class at school.
Enough of the cheesiness, back to this rager dude. So Evan and I went and played a game of beer pong. It was really fun because I whooped his ass! Parties aren't that bad after all. The foggy air and malodorous room became my candy land. I was in pure bliss with the music in my ears and booze running through my veins.
My sight starting going weird and became distorted. I lost feeling in my legs and started stumbling around the room. Evan came up behind me and threw me over his back. As he tossed me over his shoulder, my sight was blurring and darkening. It felt as if everything was in slow motion. I saw people skinny dipping in the pool through the slide door,
This was a moment where I wanted so desperately to hear that raspy voice. This was a moment where I wished I could have had the power of telepathy. I wish Evan thought before he acted. Before he spoke. I wish he could hear my father's voice ringing in his ears.
