Keeping The 'V'

Chapter 9 - Damsal In Distress

A long three hours later I was prepped and party ready. I was in my outfit, shoes and had applied enough makeup for three girls.

I carefully made my way down the stairs, making Toby walk in front of me in case I tripped forward. Casey texted me tell us that they were outside. They got out of the car and greeted us.

Casey had on a little black backless dress that was tight fitting with white heels.

Erin had on tight, spandex blacks shorts with yellow printed sunflowers pared with a low cut yellow half top and black heels.

" Get in bitches! We have a party to attend!" Casey laughed as she jumped back in the drivers side. Toby and I jumped into the back of her Jeep and we sped off down the road to Eric's.

.~.

The drive was long and consisted of blaring music and a saucy game of 'would you rather'. Casey parked her car a long way from Eric's house, protesting that" I don't want it ruined. Do you know what happens at Eric's party?" I didn't know what happened at Eric's party's, but I was keen to find out. Not even ten metres away from the car and Casey, Emma and I were already complaining.

" Ugh my feet hurt." Casey whinged.

" My legs feel like jelly." Emma cried.

" I just feel like shit." I half laughed. Toby sighed and prepared himself for another couple of hundred meters of whining. Even from out here you could already hear the music pumping and kids screaming.

As we entered the yard of Eric's luxury three-storey mansion, there were already kids throwing up their alcohol, couples just going for it in the middle of the driveway and boy tagging cars that had parked closer than us.

" I told you it was safer down there." Casey puffed her chest out in triumph. The door to the house was open and we were instantly greeted by horny and drunk older guys trying to feel us up. Toby pushed the two of them away, which sent them to the ground, due to their obvious intoxication, before ushering the three of us inside, but not before we kicked off our shoes in an attempt to save our feet.

" You guys go do what you want but be safe!" Toby yelled over the music. We nodded and went our separate ways. I made my way straight to the kitchen and poured myself a shot of tequila and downed it, enjoying the burn in my throat. Not satisfied with just one shot, I filled a whole cup and made my way back into the main room. I spotted Toby playing beer pong, Casey in a group making out with some new love interest and Emma grinding with some guy from my AP science class. I laughed and took another swig from the cup. I felt strong arms wrap around my middle. I turned around and found Mitch looking down at me.

" Come upstairs." He whispered in my ear, nibbling on my earlobe as he did.

" Later." I whispered back, not quite processing what he meant. He let go and I made my way to find Eric. By now I had almost drunk the whole cup and didn't even remember it. I spun around in a circles and couldn't see him. Giving up I asked a random.

" Where's Eric?" I was already feeling drunk and slurring my words but I held my liquor well so it didn't bother me.

" Try upstairs, beautiful." The guy winked. I gave him a fake salute and turned on my heal. I padded up the stairs and opened the first door I saw, and imminently closed it. Seems Eric's family didn't invest in locks. The second room I entered was even more horrific. I opened a third door and hoped for third time lucky, but it wasn't, exactly. I almost gasped at the sight before me. It wasn't nearly as bad as the first two rooms but it was more shocking. Inside there were Mark and Nathaniel sitting on the end of the bed in a heated make out session. I saw Marks hand start to move to forbidden places and slammed the door closed. Wow. How did Nathaniel manage to bang so many girls if he was gay? I started to walk away but someone grabbed my arm.

" Kat." Marks voice was full of panic. " Kat please don't say anything. I don't care but Nathaniel does. No one knows. Please." He whispered the last word.

" My lips are sealed. I'm still looking for Eric." I slurred.

" Eric? Try next door." Nathaniel stuck his head out the door. I threw my arms in the air and went the complete opposite directions. My brain knew what it was doing, but did nothing to stop me drunk actions. I was about to go down the stairs when Mitch came up and threw me over his shoulder.

" You've been a naughty girl." He purred. He sounded, and smelt, drunker than me.

" Mitch put me down." I yelled as loud as I could, finally realising what he wanted from me. I started punching his back but it didn't phase him. He pushed open a door to an empty bedroom. He threw me down on the bed and started kissing me roughly. I tried to pull away but he pinned my arms down and kissed me harder. I tried kicking him but I was no use. He stopped kissing my lips and moved to my neck. He started pulling down my top and feeling places I didn't want him to I screamed as loud as I could but I knew it was no use. I felt the hot, wet tears start to stream down my face.

Suddenly the door flew open and Mitch was throw off me. I quickly pulled my top back on and saw Oliver slamming fist after fist into Mitch's face. Mitch tried to throw a punch of his own but he was drunk and it turned out like he was stroking Oliver's face. Oliver sent a final punch Mitch's way and he toppled backwards unconscious.

" Kat..." Oliver had a look of panic on his face. I ran straight into his arms and wrapped him in a hug. I started sobbing into his shoulder. " Hey it's ok." He said rubbing my back. " Come on, let's get you home." I nodded a yes and we made our way through the crowds of oblivious people, including Casey and Emma. I picked up my shoes as we exited.

Oliver had had the same idea as Casey and had parked well away from the house. Oliver helped me into the passenger side of his BMW and I closed my eyes. As a drunken sleep flooded over my mind like fog over a field I felt Oliver reach over and squeeze my hand.

" It'll all be ok." He whispered as we pulled onto the highway and my mind faded away.

.~.

I woke up in a unfamiliar bed. I looked around to see Oliver sitting in a chair in a corner, his head flopped back and mouth open. I was still in my clothes from the night and was eager to get out of them. I got up silently as not to wake Oliver and opened the chest if drawers in the room. All of the drawers were empty. I had a killer headache from last night so I got up in search of painkillers. It was only when I opened the door that I recognized my surrounding. I was in Taylor's house.

I took the stairs slowly, as to not aggravate my pounding headache anymore. Taylor was in the kitchen. He turned around when he heard my footsteps. He flung open his arms and smiled. I stumbled forward and he wrapped me in a massive bear hug, picking me up and spinning me round.

" Don't ever do anything like that again. You scarred the shit outta me when Oliver bought you home last night." He said as he put me down. I nodded.

" And speaking of shit," he continued. " You smell like it. Take a shower, Shrek." We both started laughing, which caused me to wince at my headache. Taylor guessed what was wrong and threw me a packet of painkillers from the cupboard. I swallowed two and washed then down with water.

" Hurry up, you're stinking out my kitchen." Taylor smiled as I walked back upstairs to the small bathroom, but not before searching Taylor's draws and pulling out an oversized shirt and basketball shorts to pull on.

My life seemed spiraling out of control faster than Lindsey Lohan, and I had no idea how to stop it.

A/N

Hey guys! Finally an update! Sorry it's been so long. Please mind my 'perks of being a wallflower' take off but I made a threat that I would put something like that in here. I'm trying to get updates out as fast as I can and I'm sorry they're short :( thank you guys for over 500 reads tho!!!!!

-mikeelyjane_ 🐳