I ran from the closet to the nearest bathroom. I had to kick out a half naked couple before I could get in and lock the door. Once I was in I just crumbled. Tears started streaming down my face too fast for me to stop them. My mascara started to run and my foundation became blotchy. It looked great with the lipstick all over my face from the earlier session in the closet. The party had barely started and I already looked a mess. I was in full on crying mode and no matter how much I forced myself to smile at myself in the mirror, the tears kept falling. I was broken, just like my heart. Fuck. I can’t go out and party looking like this. I took a look in my clutch bag to see if I brought any make-up but my clutch is so small it could only fit in my phone. Argh, what can I do? Should I just go home? I can’t, I’ve barely made an appearance. Thinking on instinct, I texted Rachel saying;
SOS. In the upstairs bathroom, need make up a.s.a.p!! – Sophia. Now I just needed to think of an excuse as to why I looked like shit. Alcohol? No, I’m not the drunken type. Drugs? No, not likely. Sick? I guess it could work. Just as I stopped crying I heard a loud banging on the door. Cautiously I unlocked it and a very drunk Rachel came tumbling through the door.
“Hello there sexy Sophia!” She shouted. When she noticed my messed up face she said “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Rachel! Thank god you’re here! And you’re drunk, already. Really?” She giggled and threw her bag at me. I opened it up to find inside all the make-up I would need. I instantly started applying it whilst Rachel pulled drunk poses in the mirror, thinking she is Tyra Banks.
“Thankyou so much! You’re a babe!” I hugged her tightly when I had finished.
“Woah, not too tight! You don’t want me to throw up on you do you?”
“No! Stay away!” She headed for the door but I pulled her back in. “I think you need some help too!” Reaching into her bag, I pulled out some bobbles and clips. I tied her wild, back combed hair into a messy ponytail so she could see what she is doing when she is dancing. I re-applied her smudged lipstick and slapped her once or twice on the cheek to wake her up. “That’s what friends are for!” She said ‘ow’ but I honestly think she was that drunk she didn’t feel any pain. Maybe that’s what I need. I need alcohol to ease the pain of my broken heart. It wouldn’t hurt me any more than I’m already hurting.
“LET’S GET WASTED!” I screamed as loud as I could and the people in the hallway all cheered with me. Rachel grabbed me by the hand and we ran to the ‘dance floor’. The music was loud, so loud, the bass was high and the floor was vibrating. The lights felt blinding but it felt good. A friend passed me a drink and I downed it in one. Someone passed me another and I did the same.
“Keep the drinks coming baby!!” I screeched and everyone in the house cheered once again. The atmosphere was incredible. We kept on dancing and dancing and dancing. Hours could have passed and I wouldn’t have noticed. Nothing could stop me from dancing until Rachel shouted “SHOTS!” and I was pulled into the kitchen. A row of fifty or so shot glasses were lined up and the bar tender was filling them up.
“After 3?” I hollered. “1…2…3!” Everyone that was holding a shot downed it and had it refilled. We did it again and after five shots I was feeling kind of woozy. I noticed Alyssa was on the table top dancing and I thought Bitch, I can dance better than you can any day! I clambered up onto the table and started dancing wildly. I felt on top of the world! People were cheering ‘SOPHIA, SOPHIA, SOPHIA, SOPHIA!’They loved me! I looked out into the crowd whilst I was dancing and saw a few familiar faces. Then, someone stood out in the crowd. Squinting to try and see past my beer goggles, I could see it was Ryan. He was the only one in the crowd not cheering and not dancing. He just stood there, staring at me. He looked like he wanted to kill someone. Oh well, just because he can’t have a good time doesn’t mean I can! I got a bit carried away and decided to crowd surf, not the best idea in this dress! People were grabbing my everywhere but I was too drunk to care. It felt like I was floating on clouds until I felt someone pull my arm. The people beneath me were forced to let go and I was pulled out of the crowd and to somewhere a bit less busy than the kitchen. It was Ryan. He was pulling me away. When he finally stopped dragging me, I took a moment to regain my balance.
“What’s up Mr. Grumpy Guts?” I laughed, poking him in the chest.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Duh! What does it look like! I’m partying!!” I screamed again. A guy walked past and slapped me on the butt. Ryan almost punched him but instead he shouted at me.
“You’re acting like a stupid bitch! Stop it!” He walked me to the back garden. There were a few people outside but compared to inside, it was nothing. “I will not have my girlfriend looking like some fucking slut dancing on tables and giving me a bad reputation! We’re going home now!”
“You can but I’m staying here!” I protested but it was pointless, he grabbed my wrist and started dragging me through the house again, out the front door and in the direction of his car. I tried to break free from his grasp but he is so much stronger than I am and I’m pissed. An unfair battle. We got to his car and he hurled me in the passenger seat like I was a rag doll. He got in and I tried opening the door but he had locked it.
“Ryan! Let me out this mother-fucking car now!”
“Why? So you can go back in there and make a fool of yourself?” I kept on trying to open the door and I could feel the tears welling up from frustration.
“I don’t want to go home!”
“Fine then. There are plenty of things we can do in the car.” He winked at me and pulled me in for a kiss. “Urgh, your breath smells of alcohol!” He took a mint out from a tin on the dashboard and forced it into my mouth. Then, a perverted smile creeped on his face.
“What the fuck are you doing? Get off me!” He grabbed my wrist so I couldn’t move. He was really starting to hurt me. “Ryan, stop it. Please, I’m scared.” He ignored me and tried to force himself on me. He wouldn’t do what I think he is going to do, would he?
