This Crazy Life

Chapter 4

Emmie's POV:

I wake up in the same bedroom that Ben took me to last night. I open my eyes slowly, the light is making my poiunding headache even worse. My limbs still feel heavy but not nearly as heavy as they did last night. Last night. Oh my gosh last night! Almost on cue I feel a shooting pain between my legs. I bury my head in my hands and cry. I just sit there and cry because there is nothing else I can do. My hands are shaking and I am bleeding a little bit. I travel to the bathroom to wash up. I feel disgusting. I feel so unclean and dirty and violated. I want to cry. I want to die. I'm done. Who will ever accept me after they find out what happened? My dad is always working anyways, so not having him in my life won't be such a difference. My older sister is always talking to her boyfriend on the telephone. He still lives in England but comes to visit regulary. She never has time for me anyways. I'm not a huge party girl, I just wanted to have some fun on our last Friday of sophmore year. I just wanted to kiss Ben, just once. Not this. I did not want this. I open the bathroom door and find Gracie in there, wearing nothing but a large T-shirt, holding her head and sobbing. "Gracie?" I ask shakily. The tears are still flowing freely from my eyes. She looks up and breathes a sigh of relief, wrapping me in her arms. I sob into her shirt and she sobs into mine. We break apart and ask in unison, "What's the matter?" She tells me about her and the beautiful mystery boy last night, and how she isn't sure what exactly happened between them. She's afraid they did something she wasn't ready for. "What's wrong Emmie?" She asks again and takes my hand. I break down and tell her everything. She looks at me in shocked silence. Then she envelops me in a huge hug. 'If I hadn't been so freaking wasted last night I could have helped you!" She yells. "I could have stopped that motherf-," I hold a hand up to her mouth and motion for her to keep her voice down. "We need to get out of here right now." I say. We change back into our clothes and head out the front door, careful not to make a sound. "Gracie?" I ask as we walk back towards our neighborhood. "Yes?" She replies sadly. "As far as everyone else is concerned, last night we were at the party for a couple hours, then we walked to my house and you slept over. There was no drinking, no drugging, and no boys. Nothing happened." She nods and we walk in silence the rest of the way.