A Good Day to Remember (unedited)

Chapter Eight - December 31st, 2018 - Mollie

Sebastien apologized, after everything happened, but I still went home and I cried and I cut and I had to wash everything at least five times to try to change the memory. It didn't work. I honestly washed my hair and body five times to try to get his touch off of me because the memory of that night made me cry. He made me cry. He wasn't supposed to make me cry.

I had forgotten, when I told someone, that he apologized. I still don't think he realized I physically and mentally couldn't consent though. I couldn't breathe or speak.

The day after, I showered. I washed my hair three times. I scrubbed and scrubbed at my body, trying to get the feeling of his hands off of me. And then hours later, I took a bath, and repeated washing myself. I couldn't feel clean. And when I told him, he just laughed. He didn't understand that I couldn't get clean after that night.

He didn't take it seriously.

But now, it's New Years, and once again, I'm at Sebastien's house.

It's half an hour until midnight and Sebastien and I are sitting in the back room, close to where the weed is grown, with Trina, Saige, and Richard. We all have something somewhat alcoholic to drink, except for Saige. They wouldn't let Saige have any. That's one thing I like about being at the Haydn's. They let me drink. Beth does too, but my dad doesn't like it.

Beth was a bartender in college, so she knows how to make some really good mixed drinks. It's fun on days when it's just us and we need to rant to each other. Beth and I get along well. Not as well as Emmy and I did, but well enough for her to make me mixed drinks on weekends off. Only issue is McDonalds does random drug testing and I've almost been in a lot of shit. Thankfully, I drank enough water beforehand to flush my system.

I'm curled up, leaning on Sebastien, in purple mermaid tail patterned Lularoe leggings and a grey pullover sweatshirt that has a watercolor Ariel from "The Little Mermaid" on it. My curly hair is tied up in a messy bun.

I'm actually a really big nerd, although I don't wear that many nerdy clothes.

"I'm ready to sleep." I sigh, resting my head on Sebastien's shoulder. "I'm exhausted."

"I can tell." Sebastien grins, kissing the top of my head. "Well, you can sleep soon." He says, as I take a sip of my drink. "And I'll be that much closer to graduating once that clock strikes twelve. Graduation can't come soon enough."

I've been counting down days until graduation since my junior year ended.

"You guys are cute." Saige comments, grinning. She's sitting, curled up on a chair across from the sofa Sebastien and I are sitting on.

"Thanks, Saige." I smile, yawning.

"What's with all the Disney get-up?" Richard asks, drinking whatever he poured himself in his marijuana-patterned cup.

Richard, Trina, Sebastien, and I have the same alcohol tastes; it's either gotta be wine or hard alcohol. None of us really like beer.

I'm seventeen years old. That's not something I should be able to say. I should not be able to say what kind of alcohol I prefer.

"I wanted to to be comfortable." I shrug, finishing my drink. "Is there any more of this?" I hold up the plastic Frozen cup that my alcohol was poured into.

"We're limiting your alcohol intake, Mollie." Sebastien answers for his dad. "We can't let you drink much 'cause you can't stay the night which means you gotta drive home."

"Why can't I stay?" I wonder, raising my eyebrows. "I could camp out on the couch. Trina, Richard, can I camp out on the couch or in Saige's room so I don't have to go home?"