The multi-colored lights were flashing non-stop. my head was starting to spin, when high school quarter back, John Evans handed me a red solo cup filled with a clear liquid. thinking it was water, i chugged it due to my dry throat. Immediately i got a shooting pain in my head.
John put his arm around my body, and directed me to a room. he whispered in my ear, "I'm glad that you wore that dress, my last girlfriend was a prune and never wore anything above the knee, but you, on the otherhand," he trailed off as he shoved me into the room, and onto the bed. he put his hand on my thigh, and worked his way up, lifting my dress little by little. i felt so defenseless, i wanted to stop him, but i was exhausted beyond control. the only thing i could do was say something, or cry, but, knowing that the party was still going on, i couldnt say anything, because nobody would hear me. Tears were streaming down my face, as my newly acclaimed boyfriend unzipped my red, cocktail dress."John, i'm not ready." i whispered, shaking my head. john smiled at me, but it wasnt the sweet smile, that i had gotten so used to seeing. it was a smile that seemed to say, honey, you dont have a choice. it was then that I realized that he wouldnt stop at anything.
I closed my eyes tightly, as the door swung open, and prayed that it was someone who could possibly save me. "Dude?! what the hell?!" John says (well more like slurs due to the fact that he is undressing me for the first time) then turns he attention back to me repetitively kissing down my neck. i opened my eyes, to see my older brother, Derrick running towards me. please help me. i mouthed at him, unable to get the words out, as he slowly came closer to me and John.
In a swift motion, he grabbed john by the shoulders and spun him around, then began punching him repeatedly. While I, on the otherhand, couldnt stop crying, and struggled to get the feeling back in my body. Once Derrick finally knocked John out cold, he ran to the side of the bed I was lying on, and picked me up, as if i was fragile, like glass.
Before i realized what was going on, I thrashed out on him, sobbing and screaming for him to let me go. In my heart, I knew that it was just Derrick, my older brother, who, at the moment, was my saving grace, but my mind kept thinking that it was John, trying to hurt me again. I know i cant trust him anymore, it hurts me to say that my boyfriend tried to make me his sex toy the day after i clearly stated i wanted to wait. It hurts that someone i thought i could trust actullay drugged me. Derrick held onto me tighter, and rushed me through the tons of people crowding this house. I was full-on sobbing into his shoulder, (after i finally realized that he was my brother, not john..) "shh, its gonna be okay. its all going to be okay." my brother softly whispered to me, in an attempt to comfort me, but it just made me think back to the words John whispered to me. i clung onto him tighter, and sobbed harder. "Lets go home now, okay?" Derrick gently said, while rubbing soothing circles on my lower back. i nodded, unable to say anything.
The drive home was fast, i fell asleep quickly in the back seat. "Melody? wake up, were home" Derrick whispered delicately. My eyes flutter open, and all the memories came shooting back at full force. i sat straight up, and began to cry silently. Derrick gingerly puts one arm under my knees, and one under my back, then carries me bridal style. I lean my head into his shoulder, hoping to distract myself from what he did. i cant even think about him without breaking down in tears.
I'm just really not in the mood for Mom and Dad to find us coming home at two in the morning from a party, im not in the mood for a lecture, and most certainly not in the mood for my parents, so with that in mind i make Derrick put me down so we wont make much noise walking up the stairs. As i was at the top of the stairs touching my door handle i feel Derrick touch my arm. i flinched at the contact. "Are you okay?" He asked with concern in his voice. I slowly nodded looking at the ground "Yeah fine just a bit tired". Derrick had a confused look on you face "Fine is not the way to define your night, Melody.....Are you okay?" Is he really pulling this crap? When has he ever cared about me he spends all day on his xbox anyways? "Im fine" I spat out at him then walked in my room just to shut my door in his face. I dont know what it is hes been so loving all night yet i have to be a bitch to him. God whats wrong with you melody? I took my back off the door and walked over to my bed, once my head hit the pillow i was out.
"I'm glad that you wore that dress, my last girlfriend was a prune and never wore anything above the knee, but you, on the otherhand..." he started rubbing his hand on my inner thigh, while moaning, and urging me to let loose and enjoy the moment. "stop" i said. "please" he ran his hane up my arm, hovering over my chest. he smirks at the fear in my eyes, and begins touching me. all over. "PLEASE STOP!" i was trying to yell, but nothing came out. "JOHN STOP TOUCHING ME." i screamed.
"melody." a distant voice whisper-yelled. it felt like the voice was miles away.
"melody, please wake up."
wake up.
i'm dreaming.
I shoot straight up in the bed, tears streaming down my face. Derrick was leaning over, stroking my hair. "I'm so-sorry." i hiccupped.
Derrick shook his head, and said, "sorry? sorry for what?"
"For the way i acted earlier. I didnt mean to react that way, it just- I- I don't-" I was cut off by my own sobbing.
Derrick held his arms out for me, and i gladly sunk into them, soaking his shirt with my tears. "shh, baby sis, it'll all be alright." he was rubbing my back, and surprisingly, I didnt flinch. I just held onto him for dear life.
"Do you promise?" I whispered, barely audiable. "Do you promise it'll all be okay?"
Derrick nods. "I promse."
