My whole life has been structured, like it has been planned out since day one. Every move, every word controlled by God and my parents. It can get boring staying on this perfect pathway, and just once I want to feel like I'm in control of my own life. Even if it is a sin that tastes like hand sanitizer.
So I take the shot, and my throat instantly burns, causing me to cry out in pain. I cough and then cough again. I can tell my face must be bright red with embarrassment. Good going Char, if you thought you looked out of place before, now you must look like a white supremest at a drag show.
I flinch when I feel a featherlight touch on my back. "DID I SEE YOU JUST TAKE A SHOT?" Erika screeched in my ear. Her smile was huge just like her gorgeous orbs which were wide in shock. She was basically was bouncing in place with excitement.
"They aren't very tasty." I explain as I make a face of disgust, just like I do when I eat the morning coleslaw.
Without another word, she grips my arm and drags me further into the house, in what I believe is the kitchen. There are huge bottles of bright colourful liquids that I can only guess are alcohols. Right next to the bottles are a couple pressing their lips aggressively together. Almost looking like they are eating each others face. I would like to say it grossed me out, but honestly it gave me this odd feeling in my stomach, which I quickly ignored.
"I am totally making you another shot. I am getting you so drunk tonight! I still cannot believe you finally got the candle out of your bum." Erika says as she pours another shot of a bright purple liquid.
She hands me the tiny red plastic cup and I bring it to my nose. I inhale and gag because of the strong odour. How I am supposed to put that in my mouth. My body is begging me not to take the shot, but I already feel light on my feet and a little dizzy. Being already drunk pushes me to take wrap my digits around the cup harder and bring it closer to my lipstick clad lips. I quickly swallow the drink while my other hand is plugging my nose.
"Oh my golly, that was horrible!" I yell at Erika, somewhat upset that she would give me something so gross.
"Have a couple more of those and they will taste like water." She teases and slaps my bottom. I freeze in place as I feel this electric like energy flow through my body and go straight to my mound. Oh no. Liking a girl or a bad boy like Harry is bad enough, but liking being spanked is something a devil woul-
I am interrupted in thought by hot steamy liquid pouring down my back and a forceful shove to my shoulder. I regain my balance and turn around to see two boys in some sort of wrestling match. I have never been to a party, but I never thought there would be physical violence. As I back out of their way, I get a glimpse of one of their faces to realize one is an alter boy and helps my father, sorry our Father, before service every Sunday. They both get up so early together every week to prepare the mass for us, it's such a thoughtless and caring thing.
Thinking about my father makes me feel guilty for being at this party. But I keep reminding myself of God's sign telling me to test myself and walk through the door to experience the highs and lows of a high school party.
Erika is laughing loudly as she drags me away from the fight and into the backyard. She drops my hand instantly when she sees a boy from my Microbiology class. They had a 'thing', as she describes it, six months ago that she claims she is done with. She latches onto him like my mother's lips to our morning coleslaw. I guess I'm on my own for the rest of the night.
I look out into the backyard to see a huge pool being lit by underwater lights giving it a red glow. There are a few boys playing on the basketball court situated next to the pool and behind the tiki bar. I slowly walk up to the bar and look over the oddly shaped bottles of alcohol. There's a red cup, much bigger than the fairy glass from earlier, filled with red liquid looking similar to the chlorine pool water. It was completely unattended and I had become thirsty from the salty shots ten minutes ago. I brought the cup closer to my chapped lips and felt the burn as the ice cold liquid slithered down my throat encased by my swan like neck.
Instantly I became dizzy and stumbled off the bar stool I was perched upon. The wet tiles underneath my feet made it hard for me to not fall into the pool. My vision was so blurry I could barely see my own hands in front of me. All I could make out was the strobe lights shining through the house windows.
I feel a secure and manly grip on my arm steadying me and ever so slightly bringing me back to reality. A boy I have never met quickly came into my line of vision, my pulse quickening from how startled I was.
"Are you okay? You want some water?" He asked with a concerning tone to his voice.
"Water? I don't wanna go swimming!" I giggled out with a hiccup.
Before I can understand what is happening, I am ripped from the kind boy's arms and thrown onto the grass. My dress and exposed bra will for sure need to be hand washed because of the grass stains. My head is spinning as I lay in the wet grass, sprinklers on, making my lightly padded bra moist.
I can hear grunts and the sound of wailing. I pray to God for strength and use all my might to lift my head to see horror. Harry's blistered hands are smashing into the nice boy's face, his body covered in blood.
I have never seen this much blood and felt a pounding in my head similar to bongos. My head feels heavy and it falls back into the grass.
And then it went black.
