Finding Jemima

Falling hard

JEMIMA

I staggered up the front porch giggling uncontrollably, the guy I had met a few hours ago at a house party I had stumbled upon while I was running from the house, picked me up by my waist and carried me through the door with my legs wrapped around him.  I shushed him loudly, the type of Shush that is louder than the noise you are trying to quieten.

"Shhhhhh my brothers are asleep" I slurred loudly. As the guy kissed me roughly slamming me hard against the wall, rubbing his hands up my thighs and into my shorts.  He picked me up, carrying me into the living room placing me on the arm of the sofa.  He placed his hands inside my shirt and lifted it over my head throwing it onto the floor with his own, he started to unbutton my shorts and was pulling them down harshly when he was pulled off of me making me fall backwards onto the sofa.  Matty was yelling at my new acquaintance like a man possessed.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING SHES FIFTEEN!" He raged at the man who was in his late twenties as he swung a punch that connected with guys face.

Tom and Milo rushed over to me and struggled to redress me as they wrestled with my flying limbs trying to put my top back on and pull my shorts back up while I was protesting loudly, I was so drunk I could hardly sit up straight.  Ed was pulling Matty off of the guy as he was still swinging punches his fists pounding into the guys face, Ed managed to eventually hold Matty back, while Max was pushing the guy out the front door yelling at him to get out before he killed him. Matty rushed over to me trying to look me over.

"Jem are you ok, look at at me, are you hurt, did he hurt you?" He said frantically.

"Hey Matteeeeee, did you know something....you have red hair like a fire engine nee nana nee naw and yooouuuu are my BIG brother"  I slurred at him cheerily giggling while doing a bad impression of a fire engine and stretching my arms up high to demonstrate just how big my big brother was.

"I think she's drunk" max stated the obvious

"I'm not drunk your drunk" I argued standing up and stumbling towards max, as I struggled to stay upright on my feet, Max caught me as I stumbled and tripped into him.  I started laughing before becoming deadly serious "Max! be careful the floor is moving" I whispered loudly at him pointing to the floor I had just walked across.

"Jem how much have you had to drink?" milo asked helping Max to get me back stable on my feet.

"I may or may not have had a feeeewwww drinks but don't worry, I can handle it.  Who wants to do shots!" I shrieked stumbling into the kitchen and attempting to climb on to a stool to reach the high shelves where I was sure the boys hid their stronger alcohol from me.

"Woah there little miss" Ed said grabbing me by the waist to stop me from climbing.  I pushed him away and climbed clumsily commando style up onto the kitchen counter.

"My boys are noooo funnnnn. I want to dance whose going to dance with me" I stumbled and lost my footing, Tom darted and caught me as I fell from the counter and carried me back bridal style to the sofa where he sat me down.  Matty came back and crouched down in front of me placing a hand on each cheek so I was facing him trying to focus my wondering attention.

"Jem how much have you had to drink? Your fifteen Jem you can't be drinking like this."

"Oh Matty Matty Matty, my big brother" I said placing my hands on his cheeks mimicking is actions "I'm sixteen, don't worry that just makes it a nice even number of birthdays you've forgotten." I said lightly patting his cheek in a patronising manner. It was now the early hours of the morning making it my birthday.