Scarred (Incomplete)

Chapter 42:

Next thing I knew, I was stripping down in Emma's bathroom into a slutty red lace dress. It showed the black bra and panties Emma lent to me. The bra and panties were lace too. The sleeves to the dress came down to just below my elbows, and the bottom of the dress reached right about mid-thigh, probably a little higher.

"Emma this doesnt feel right-" I began.

"Why not?" She asked.

"Because I'm dating someone," I told her.

"So. You know you can date more than one person at once, right?" She giggled.

"Huh?"

"Yeah. Durrr. Im sure the guy your seeing is dating other girls too," She said, causing me to freeze. "Ohh I'm sorry-your not dating a guy are you? Its a girl, huh? I'm sorry! I didnt mean to offend you! I really didnt-"

"No no its a boy. Dont worry I'm dating a boy. His name is Niall. Niall Horan," I told her.

"Ohh good luck," Some girl muttered at the other end of the room.

"What do you mean good luck?" I asked as Emma curled my hair.

She laughed. "Niall... Ohh gosh. Dont even get me started on him. Hes such a jerk. Hes obviously still in love with this Zoe girl hes been best friends with since he was 4," She said.

I bit my lip. "Wha-who?"

"Never mind that! Lets go!" Emerson pulled at my hand and brought me outside to her car.

The rest of the girls piled in too, and next thing I knew, steam filled my mouth, and strobe lights lit up the room. "A club?" I yelled over the music.

"Yup!" Emma giggled. "Cmon it'll be fun!"

"Lets go get DRUNK!" A girl from Emma's friends yelled.

"Carter control yourself!" Emma laughed racing after her.

Everyone else scattered around and I was left alone. In the middle of the dance floor. "Hey sexy!" A deep raspy voice called over the music.

A tall man with dark brown hair came over and practically poke danced on me. I began to back away when another brown haired guy came over and did the same to me, except on my backside.

I couldn't tell who, but one of them grabbed my butt. I squeaked and jumped away. I could see nothing through the flashing lights, the only sense that was alive right now was my feels. The smell of vodka overwhelmed my nose which clogged up my scent.

My throat was dry and clogged up my taste. And my hearing was blasted out from the music. But I felt a hand stroke up the back of my hand, and pull my leg up to the guys hip. I realized the guy that was pole dancing me from the back had left for a lap dance from Emma.

He grabbed both my thighs now in his hands and pulled me up to his waist. I wrapped my legs around his stomach for support and hit lips crashed into mine unexpectedly.

I backed away quickly then remembered what Emma said. "Yeah. Durrr. Im sure the guy your seeing is dating other girls too," So I shrugged and pulled back into the kiss.

But is this right? Kissing another guy? I opened my eyes quickly when I heard a familiar voice say. "I feel bad though, lying to her."

My eyes bulged when I saw Niall in the corner talking to some girl with dark brown hair. The guy I was kissing still had a good grip on my thighs, so I had no chance of jumping out of his grasp.

I watched only to see the girl steal a kiss from him. That made me even angrier. So I kissed the guy harder. I hadnt even realized I was biting his lip till he pulled away and yelled, "Ouch!"

"Sorry," I muttered, as he held his finger to his lip and dropped me, walking away.

I looked around and just now had I noticed people were painted with Neon colors that lit brightly in the dark light. "Face paint?" A women came up to me.

I smiled and nodded. "Yeah sure."

By the end of the night, I had 7 napkins with numbers on them, 6 numbers typed into my phone, and 3 written on my arm. I felt like a slut. I could not go back to Niall after this.

So I made the dumbest mistake that I have ever made. Going home. To my actual home where Lucy and Patrick lived worried sick for me.

I wasn't drunk. It wasn't a drunken mistake, it was just a stupid mistake.

"I'm home," I called when I got inside.

The lights were on in the living room and I quickly walked in. "Ellie?" Patrick looked extatic when I walked in.

He quickly stood up and pulled me into a big bear hug. "What are you wearing?" He stepped back and stared me up and down.

"Umm... Its just something... Never mind that..." I looked around biting my lip.

He grabbed my arm. "304-567-3195? 304-293-4297? 304-567-2854?" He read the numbers.

I gulped. "Were you at a club?" He asked.

I bit my lip and didn't answer. "Better yet, where have you been these past few weeks?" He asked.

"Staying with Niall," I whispered.

"Pardon?" He stepped closer and gave me the 'please speak louder' sign.

"Staying with Niall."

And with that, his face grew red. Burning red... Fiery red.