Meet Me at Three

•One•

April 7th, 2017

   It's hot. So hot.
   A beautiful exotic girl sways her hips at my right, a sexy red headed guy to my left. He grabs my hips pulling them into his groin, wet kisses attack my delicate skin. The three of us take turns with the splif that is held tightly between my thumb and pointer finger. I smile, quickly taking a drag, letting the smoke burn my lungs- my breath holding. The Costa Rican girl leans in, beautiful vampire red painted lips meet mine as I shot-gun the smoke into her mouth.
   She inhales with her nose, our lips still connected in a hot battle between dominance. Once tongue is introduced, I find myself running my hands through her curly black locks. A cloud of gray smoke hugs us. We disconnect, the red head switching between me to the girl, rubbing her upper thighs from behind. She hold the spliff now, shot-gunning with red-head as they, too, begin to make-out.
I get bored, sexily swaying my hips as I walk the few steps to the new 'couple'. I take the joint from her blue painted hands, a mean bitch-face tugging my lips up.
   "Bored. Don't let his grower fool you; his girlfriend Samantha is always talking about the weird bumps he has down there," I smile a straight liped warning, pointing to his pants. Taking a deep drag, I exhaile straight to their shocked and stunned faces. A dick move, but I'm drunk and stoned.
   'Don't get comfortable Ana, not even this shitty music will drown us out.'
   I instantly vault, my heels exsuting a vibration through my calves. Not right now, I think, desperate to escape them for just one night. Not giving them any chances, I rush to the kitchen that wasn't the biggest. Twenty-some people walk shoulder to shoulder, wanting just what I need. I thank God for giving me a smaller frame, preparing to launch myself into the crowd.
   Tightly- with a feeling I assume Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Chewbacca, and Princess Leia harbored during the Garbage Compactor- I push past the sea of bodies. It's easy to ignore the the occasional eye roll from want-to-be Barbies, or the never ending smolders from the guys that peaked in highschool. I just elbow my way over to the marble counter that holds my heaven.
   I don't enjoy parties. I never really have; yet I've been to every 'big kid'-be it college, house, or club party. It didn't matter. Any party in Seattle, was a party I would be seen in.
   Right as I begin to see the various bottles holding drown, cristal clear, and colourful liquid heavens, a man steps in front of my cleared path. I don't have enough time to stop- his appearance sudden, and completely unexpected- so I hit head first into his hard chest.
   He's tall- lean and absolutely beautiful. His face looks young- but his huge, bulging green eyes say otherwise. They hold a dark essence, aged in a way that reminds me of my fathers.
   'Oh, he looks like trouble- we should defiantly stick by him.'
   I cringe, no, no we should not. He looks down at me, being at least a foot shorter to his 6'1. I feel him sizing me up- but then his plump pink lips go from a thin lipped scowl to a dimple filled smile. A smile that moves his whole face, upright nose and all.
   "Jay," he outstretches his hand for me to take, "but you can call me anytime." His smile stays full, while his dark eyes lighten two shades- a now viberant swamp colour.
   I hesitate taking his hand, afraid he might bite my whole arm off. With the way his eyes looked moments ago, and how his lengthy body fills out the gray tweed over coat emphasizeing his height; it intimadates me. Scares me. But none the less, I do. I grip his large, cold hands with my spliff and all- now un-lit waiting for me.
   "Ana. But you can call me anytime," I let a cocky chuckle out for the first time in my life.
   His laugh defies the sound barrier, a beautiful symphony of beritone termellos that over power all the hundreds of people and the loud surround sound music playing through the house. The person that owns this middle class home must have more cash than I thought. It's contagious and I too, begin to laugh.
   When he cools down, he looks behind himself, pointing to the counter with his thumb hooked, "Wanna get a drink or something?"
   'Yes. Try your hardest Ana. It won't stop- we won't stop.'
   I nod my head vigorously, my long wavy blonde locks tumble in front of my face. He hooks his hand around my wrist a bit to hard. Wincing I reach with my free hand and smack his off. Ow. Okay. That was rough, I think to myself. Rolling my eyes, I reach into the side pocket of my loose floral printed skater dress to receive my lighter.
   With a freshly lit joint and slightly drooping eyes, I make my few feet to the counter top. It's cool. Very cool against my burning hot skin. I begin to rub my wrists and lower ams over the ice cold marble, completely forgetting about the alcohol. That is until I am once again reminded of how evil my mind is.
   'Oh please ignore the fact that he put a small red pill into your cup while you were too busy being a redundant skank.'
   And I do. Just like that, I smile at him as he hands me over a red solo cup with what appears to be a cranberry vodka mix, with ice.
   "Let's go up to the roof," Jay smiles, running his had through his gelled dark blode hair. "I need a cigarette."
   "As long as I can have one," I hold my arm out, stopping him. He just gives me a giant smile as he proceeds to take my hand much more gentle than before.
   We walk through the kitchen, living room and dinning room- all of which held twenty to thirty people bumping and grinding- passing the two I was originally with. I flash a big snarky smile to the girl and a slight wave of my fingers to the guy. He has his arms locked, his face glowing red with anger and embarrassment, she looks embarrassed as well, but more turned off than anything. I didn't feel up for a threesome anyway.
   Once we get to a large stair case, I somehow never noticed, I begin to rethink my first and second judgment of the owner of this house. Jay keeps his hands and holds his arms in a way that supports my weight. I am not that drunk. Right?
   'How much of that drink did you have?'
   "Juu-st a little," I sling my arm up to my eye signaling a small amount with my thumb and pointer finger. It is extreamly heavy for some reason and begins to drop in slow motion.
   Jay seems normal, as if I wasn't a burden to help up... god knows how many steps- they feel as if they are never ending. A cyclone of spiral steps and strong lengthy arms. I being to slump, feeling completely drained. My batteries at zero percent.
   I'm held onto now, my legs not even touching ground. I sling my arms around his shoulders and lie my head between my arm and his neck. The music I forgot about slowly drones out into white noise. I feel my weight shift as Jay reaches a door and opens it with his now free hand.
   'You get your wish dearest Anastasia. We will burden you no more tonight. But for this- we will pick up extra strong tomorrow. Love you. Goodnight.'
   My lips jerk up a slight amount- a smirk. Finally.
   "Finally," Jay whispers. I lift my head-or try to- in question; but I just look sort of dumb because the moment I do so, I feel like I'm flying. My hair flies forward into my face. I'm going backwards but it some how's feels as if I am just free falling from the sky.
   I slam into the plush material of a mattress, leaving a massive indentation. My eyes keep closed, it being just too much to open them right now.
   "Ana? Are you awake?"
   Cold hands rub up and down my legs, waist and stomach. Maybe coming up here wasn't okay? I think to myself, despratly trying to gain mobility. I am stuck, in a state of half conciseness, half comatose.
   "I-I can't... move," I whine out, a wild desperateness morphing into a sob. Everything is so slow; Jay getting up, his figure catching with every movment.
   I watch now; completely quiet and still as his coat slips off, a blue flannel tight, catching every muscle, is next to go, lastly a simple white tee-shirt. He's almost completely naked before he even looks my way. Our eyes lock, mine radiating the look of a terrified child, his are just as they were upon first meeting- cold, dark, scary.
   I realize now that I have made a terrible mistake. He slipped me something- a pill? I couldn't remember. They told me to forget, and I did. That's the most control they've ever had. I come to the conclusion that maybe this was just supposed to happen. They wanted this- they made it happen. It's that simple, right?
   Zoning into reality was the worst idea. Jay is now on top of me- his mouth attached to my neck. I don't feel anything- the alcohol, pot, and Rohypnol mix to form a hazy, body numbing cocktail. I silently cry, feeling like a rag doll as Jay rips my panties down my body.
   It's all too real- the sudden numbness is there, and the next I am in excruciating pain. My legs involuntarily shudder while he moves himself between me. My core burns, sharp pain emanating through my pelvis. Jay doesn't care. He never cared. They never care.
   He holds my chin tightly, forcing me to look him in the eyes. His venomously evil, green eyes. That's the last thing I see before I fall into the black hole of unconsciousness.
•••
   I awake a few hours later. The room is empty- save for the moonlight shinning through the open window. No one is with me. That realization and the sudden pain in my groin enter my body together- full force. I let out a strangled sob, grabbing my stomach tightly. I shake while I crawl into a ball. Everything feels ablazed. My skin slightly steaming with the cool air from the outside. I just cry, letting my jet black make-up destroy the cotton gray sheets where my woman-hood and dignity died.
   Some time passes, and the sun begins to peak through the suburban house tops. I calm down enough to slowly slip on my slightly ripped underwear. A hot pain travels through my abdomin with every step I take. I rest my hands on the bed, my back bend as I stand and take a breather.
   'Good morning Anastasia dear," The voices sing.
   I let one last sob escape my lips before snatching my heels from beside the beds wooden frame. I am weak, and exasperated. Walking through the hall I begin to see glimpses of last night. It's as if I am standing in a playing movie of my life.
   I see Jay holding me while I stumble up the steps. I get to the edge of the first step down and find my bag. I dropped it- along with the solo cup he gave me- an off red liquid still covering the first few steps.
   'You should have seen yourself Ana. You looked like a fool. You are a fool. A dumb, worthless slut. Don't forget that.'
   I run down the steps, wincing in beat with my feet. Ignoring the replay of my famale robbery, I find the front door and slam it open, never looking behind me to close the thing. I just run.
   'Oh have you met this girl, her name is Ana, and she has a lotta' drama hiding behind her eyes.'
   'She's just a loser living in a sad excuse of a body.'
   'Slut.'
   'God Ana, it's gotta suck being such a freak. I wonder if anyone will actually take you serious?'
   'Just off yourself, whore.'
•••
   I finally make it to my house. The sun is now fully up, Dad's car still in the drive.Wobbling through out deep green grass I continue to sob.I throw open our front white metal door, and stumble to the kitchen- I feel tired, so tired. I reach the hidden cabinet- a full access to top notch whiskey- Dad's stash. I grab the nearest one and quickly unscrew it. I don't think about a cup, just taking five swigs straight from the bottle. I cough from the burn.
   I can't think straight. My mind in five different spaces at once. I stare intently at myself in the small mirror across the room, magnatized to the fridge. Six mouth shots, seven.
   All of a sudden I feel lifeless. An overcoming of who I once was, who I am- is gone. I drop the glass bottle, ignoring the shatter as I walk to the countertop holding a cheap knife block. Mindlessly, I snatch the sharpest. The reflection I see when the silver utinsile hits my eyes is shocking. My light blue eyes are no more. Instead replaced with large black pupils.
   "I guess you're right! I am crazy! I AM CRAZY! You win!" I scream to the top of my lungs. "I should have never been born. What he did to me was what I deserved. I-I should die."
   I think nothing, as I rip the knife up my arm. I hear nothing but the thrilled laughter of them. I do it once more, switching to the other arm. A now worm, wet feeling washes down my fingers, pooling over the wooden floor of our kitchen. Blood. My blood.
   For the second time today, I fall to my knees, both giving way, sending me to the floor in a heap. With all the noise I have just created, I am certain my father will wake. He will find the only living member of his family dead- suicide again. He will never understand why I did it. No closure, no peace at mind. Just a dead daughter on his kitchen floor.
   'He will be glad, stupid. He won't care. They never care,' the voices unite, to an ear bleeding chant, 'Now just close your eyes and let us take care of the rest.'
   I float now, a fog taking over my sight. My ears ring loud along with the chants, and I know I'm dying.    Suddenly- my eyes shut now- I am   shook wildly. A cry is faint, but heard.    My heavy lids peak open, red and blue lights flash like an old-time camera; flash, flash, falsh. A figure hovers over me, muffled cries and screams heard but not registered; their head and arms enclosing me with pressure I can't feel, but sense.
   With what I presume my last breath, I whisper so quietly, no one in the house- Dad, ambulance men, and police- hears, "You win," and I finally give in. Letting my soul free.
   'Hold on Ana, things might get a little more interesting.'

Word Count: 2582

chapter one
playlist:
Bonjr- It's okay, You're okay

YUNGBLUD- Polygraph Eyes
'He walks her straight up to the front door, yeah, she stumbles on the floor//We all know what happens next, a bit of fun turns to regret//Leave it alone mate//She doesn't want to go home with you//home with you, no'

Billie Eilish- idontwannabeyouanymore-
'Hands getting cold//Losing feelings, getting old//Was I made from a broken mold//hurt//I can't shake, we've made every mistake//Only you know the way that I break'

author note
I have probably re-read this at least twenty times, but if there are any mistakes or error, please let me know! But be kind about it. Always be kind. Thank you for reading Chapter One of my story 'Meet Me at Three'! Vote, comment, love!
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