I never did feel comfortable at parties. There's always that nervousness I get when trying to talk to new people. The sweaty palms I get when being pressured to drink. Or the feeling of loneliness I get when I'm standing in the corner alone with a drink in my hand.
The clock above my bed read 8:00. As I anazlyed myself in the mirror, I wondered if I was underdressed. I kept wondering if I should just pretend to be sick or say I was attacked by a bear. I smiled to myself at that thought.
I had on baggy ripped jeans with fishnets that Amber bought me for my birthday. I wore a white long sleeve crop top that went to my bellybutton, and paired it with my beat up white vans.
I barely had an makeup on. Aside from lip gloss, mascara, and eyeliner my face was bare. I decided to go to the dollar store down the street to clear my cluttered mind.
On my way out of the door, I grabbed my phone, headphones, keys, wallet, and my favorite black jean jacket. After locking the door of my apartment behind me, I put in my headphones in and nodded my head along as the soft rock music blared in my head.
When I entered the store, I made a beeline for the frozen section. I stood in front of the frozen door looking at the various sweets when I felt the cold breeze of the door opening on my right.
I looked over to see a man bent down grabbing an iced tea, for some reason I couldn't break my gaze off of him. When he closed the door, he looked at me and my breath was taken away.
He was absolutely the most beautiful person I've ever seen. His slightly long, black, wavy hair reached down to his ears. His heart-shaped lips had a pink pigment to them. Being 5'7 he still managed to tower over me. It's clear that he was at least 6'2. Even other details like his nose and jawline looked as if they had been sculpted by Greek gods. But the thing that amazed me the most were his eyes.
His warm hazel eyes brought so much contrast from his hair and pale skin. Even though his eyes held coldness in them, I still couldn't break my gaze from him. I felt somehow drawn to him.
It wasn't until he closed the door, that contain the frozen food, that I suddenly broke out of my trance, and put my head down as I felt the blood rush to my face. I studied the pattern on floor until I heard his foot steps walk away.
Not wanting the awkwardly run into him, I waited until I heard bell above the store door indicating that he had left. With my mind still racing, I absentmindedly grabbed the first bow of ice cream that my hand touched.
Checking out and walking back home was an absolute blur for me because I couldn't get the mystery man out of my head.
As I unlocked my apartment door, I heard a honk and turned to see Amber's blue car. I held up a finger signaling at her to give me a moment as I rushed to my fridge and hurried to put the ice cream in the freezer. I locked the door behind me, and began walking to her car.
We said our quick hellos and jammed out as Lady Gaga blares on her radio, and the mysterious man drifted from my mind.
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When we got out of her car, I was able to get a good look at Amber. She wore a baby blue off the shoulder blouse and white jeans that made her skin pop. Her curly hair was in two buns, and her makeup look amazing. I silently cursed myself out for not dressing up like her.
She walked over to me and smiled,
"Are you reeeeaadyy?" She said as she pulled towards the house. I laughed her enthusiasm immediately changed my mood.We walked inside of the house and just like every other party I've ever went to I felt uncomfortable. Everything was absolutely chaotic. As the rap music pounded in my ears, I surveyed the area. Red cups were placed everywhere.
Majority of the party-goers where dancing- well more like grinding on each other. The people that weren't dancing either sat on the couch getting high or were making out against the walls.
Of course Amber went straight to the dance floor, and of course she dragged me along with her.
"Amber you know I'm a shit dancer," I said in a panicked tone. She rolled her eyes at me knowing that I would have used any excuse to not be dancing against sweating people.
I watched as she swayed her hips and moved with the music. It wasn't long before a guy came from behind her and started dancing against her. I sighed in relief as I was able to make an escape without her nagging me.
I went up stairs trying to find the bathroom so I could calm myself down. After walking into 2 bedrooms and 1 closet and almost all of them had people doing the unspeakable in them, I found the bathroom. I went up to the sink, and strategically placed water on my face trying not to smear my makeup.
I looked at myself in the mirror and contemplated leaving. I mean Amber's having a good time, and she'll probably get too drunk to even remember that she took me with her.
"Yeah I'll just give her some crappy excuse tomorrow," I said to myself as I quickly opened the door, raced down the stairs, and left without saying goodbye.
It seemed irresponsible to walk alone at night wearing headphones for such a long distance, so on my way home I just entertained myself with thoughts of my getting into bed and watching sitcom reruns until I fall asleep.
After about 15 minutes of walking, I saw my apartment, and did a cheer in my head because my feet were starting the ache. Then suddenly a chill went all over my body as I felt two pairs of hands lift me up and start to carry me off.
I reflectively screamed and tried to wiggle free. To my surprise they were extremely strong, strong as in I could barely move because of how tight they were holding my limbs.
Unable to use my body, I screamed at the top of my lungs. I thought of my friends and family. I thought of the last thing that I had ever said to them. I thought if the last time I saw them would literally be the very last time I saw them. Tears squeezed out of my eyes, and I thought that I was going to probably going to be dead within the next 24 hours. I felt a hard metal object against my temple and I became unconscious.
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Teen FictionGabriela Anders, a 22 year old college student, is walking home from a party when she suddenly is knocked unconscious. When she wakes up, she finds herself in a cage cold and afraid.