Trapped in Ophelia's Body

How humiliating!

Song: Take a chance by Marion Aunor

I gasp for air and start coughing up water. When I open my eyes at first everything is blurring but then he comes in so clearly over me and he starts to smile at me. He pulls me in close to him and hugs me. "Oh.my.God. Thank God you are alright."

I push him away and try to get up. He stands up and then helps me get into standing. "Take it easy are you feeling alright?"

I shake my head no. Hell no I am not alright, I'm freaking wet. My clothes cling to my body and it looks like I was in a wet t-shirt contest. You can see everything and I mean everything. I hear whispers all around me and all I want to do is escape. I push past him to go back into the house. The music is blaring and the lights are flashing, I feel like I got to get out of this place. I keep looking around and I see eyes laughing eyes and laughing voices all around me pointing at me. I am freaking out. I run down the hall and find the bathroom, locking myself inside. I slide down to the floor and hold myself, pulling my knees up into my chest and start rocking back and forth. I feel myself starting to hyperventilate and my breathes are so rapid. I know I need to chill or I am going to end up passing out right here on this unfamiliar bathroom floor.

A knock comes on the other side of the door and he is apologizing over and over. "Ophelia. let me in...I'm sorry...you're right we shouldn't have came here. This is all my fault...please...open the door...please."

"Go away...le...lea...leave me alone." I say between sobs.

"You can't stay in there all night, come on I said I was sorry."

I bury my head in my lap and cry. I hear him talking in a softer voice on the other side. He is also close down to the floor, like he knows where I am. "Please...let me in...please...I'm sorry."

"I...I...wa...wan...want to g...go..home." I tell him.

"Ok, I will take you home. Can we at least get some dry clothes on you first?"

I turn slightly towards the door that just so happens to have a mirror on the back of it. My hair is drenched plastered to my face and dripping leaving a puddle on the floor. The makeup I was wearing is now smeared all down my face from either the pool water or from my own tears either way I look a mess. I can't let him see me this way. Not only that but I'm starting to itch all over and notice a rash coming up over my skin. Why now???

I start to take off my wet clothes and then I stand there completely naked, staring at myself in the full size mirror. Oh my god! What am I going to do. This can't be happening to me. There is no way I am opening up that door. Knowing my luck someone will push the door all the way open or will get a glimpse of me naked and take a picture. It takes me over fifteen minutes to finally get the courage up to talk to him. "C...can you pl...please...just dr...dry my clothes for m...me?"

"Yeah, I will do whatever you want me to do."

I open the door slightly and toss my clothes out and then shut the door right back, locking in to make sure no one comes in. How freaking embarrassing. Since I'm in here and I look like crap I decide to jump in the shower to get all the pool water out of my hair and off my skin. I jump in and I hear a few knocks on the door but I don't bother saying anything. When I get out I wrap a towel around me. I look in the mirror and at least all the makeup is off now so I don't look as horrible as I did a few minutes ago. I sit in on the toilet seat and then use my fingers to comb out my hair. Even though I am sure I could find a comb in the drawer, I won't use it because that's gross. When I'm finished, I sit there and rock back and forth zoning into my own little world.

There is another knock at the door that startles me. "Ophelia, I have your clothes, they are all dried. Open the door."

I open it just enough so that he can hand them to me, then shut the door back. I put on my panties, bra, then my pants and my shirt. And then it dawns on me. Oh no he has seen my underwear, no...no...no...he is not allowed to see those things. What was I thinking? That's just it I wasn't thinking at the time. How am I to look at him now knowing that he knows what my panties look like? Oh my God...I am going to be sick. That is just too close, to personal. How could I let this happen? And just like that there is another knock at the door like he knows what I am thinking. How does he do that?

"Hey, I know you think I went through your clothes. I didn't...alright. I just tossed them in the dryer and then took them all out at one time. I promise I didn't gawk at them and I didn't show anyone. Ophelia...please...let me in. Can we just talk?"

I am not in the mood for talking. When I open the door, he starts to walk in and I walk right past him. I head to the front door. By the time I am by his bike he is too. I can't seem to keep the tears from not falling, I feel so humiliated even if I do have all my clothes back on. This stupid party, this party ruined the day. It was perfect until we had to come here. He grabs the one helmet and hands it to me.

"Can we just talk...this wasn't supposed to happen."

"But it did...look at me I look...I look..." I jerk the helmet out of his hands to put it on.

"Beautiful! I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. Ophelia you look amazing."

I just don't know what to say to that, as I put the helmet on I try not to look at him. I don't want him to see the tears and my bloodshot eyes. I guess he knows that I am really upset so he gets on his bike and then I get on without saying a word he drives me home. I don't want to hold onto him but I do and by the time we even get half way there I lean all the way into him and bury my face in his back.

When we get there I hop off and hand him the helmet. I start to walk away but he grabs my arm. He walks in front of me and moves my hair out of my face and then wipes the last few stray tears that fall.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it, you said it already...just go."

"I am sorry. We...I shouldn't have gone there."

"So why did you?" I huff. " I...I... told you I didn't want to...to...to... and you just had to go. Was...was....I a bet...was was...was this a joke to you."

"A joke. No...why would you say that?" He looks really upset.

"I heard them ta...talking...wh...what is...is...this?"

"Who was talking; what are you talking about?" he says in frustration.

"At...at...the pa...party...was getting me wet...a...a....away to get me un...undressed...they...they said you will be get...getting lucky."

"The guys were just joking around. Wait...you were out...how did you hear that?"

"And...and...you had your...your lips on me."

"I was trying to save you, Ophelia I would never take advantage of you." He looks back at me really upset that I would even think that. But why wouldn't I think that I mean it's a great way to kiss me and get me undressed however I made sure he didn't actually get to see anything.

I start to walk on into the house and he jumps in front of me again. "Ophelia, don't listen to any of them. They are just...just jealous that they can't be with you."

"And you can?"

He rolls his eyes and takes a deep breath, "Look I just want to be with you. I don't give a shit about any of them guys back there...that is not who I am. I hate that you feel that way. Can we just start all over, please? Take a chance on me...I promise I will never hurt you or let anything ever happen again. Let's go out tomorrow and you pick anywhere you want to go and that's where we will go. Please I don't want to lose you over this, please."

I start out with shaking my head no but then gradually nod my head yes.

"So that's a yes. I will see you tomorrow. How about around two?" He starts to beam by my response.

I nod my head again and he smiles. He reaches over and hugs me and I tense all up from him being so close to me. I watch as he leaves. When he is gone I go on in and up to my room to bury myself into my bed, letting my pillows and blanket surround me.