Violated

Eight

I loved when Kate's parents went on business trips. Who wouldn't love having a house to themselves with their girlfriend? I woke up next to her and she was so beautiful as she slept, make-up rubbed all over her eyes. I woke up early and tried to sneak out of bed, walking downstairs and into the kitchen. I've been in her kitchen before, so I knew enough to find everything I needed to make breakfast for the both of us. I need to have eggs and sausage for breakfast, coach wanted us to start eating more protein before we went to camp in a few days.

Standing here, in this moment, sausage sizzling, I wondered what would happen if her parents came home early. What if they walked in to see me cooking breakfast for Kate and I, while shirtless? I certainly hope they never came home early. They were cool, but maybe not that cool, if they knew what we did. My parents loved Kate so much and wanted me to spend my life with her, and I wondered if her parents felt the same towards me.

I brought her the meal that I made and surprised her with it. She thought I was being sweet, but I just didn't want her to get pissed when she inevitably found out that I made myself food and didn't offer her any. I kissed her goodbye and threw on my clothes. There was so much to do before the party.

Preparing for the party meant preparing all sorts of snacks, arranging the liquor, letting in the DJ and getting them set up, and making the pool into a miniature haven. There was no way I could do this alone, so Brent came over to help. He said noon, but he knocked on the door at four. I expected nothing less from him.

"Hey duder," he greeted, sounding like an idiot. He kind of looked like one too. Something about his face. "I brought some beer and some punch I made." He held up a case of beer and large water jug full of a red liquid.

"Thanks man. The DJ should be here soon. I figured we could set them up at the balcony outside of my parents room, and set up a few bars in the back." I suggested as if it wasn't my party and the choices weren't mine to make.

The doorbell rang and stole our attention. I walked up and let the DJ in.

"I'll set up the pool decorations and stock the bars. You prepare the snacks and let the DJ settle," Brent suggested. Sometimes I was glad to have my pushy friend around. I had this party every year, and each year we tried to make it better than the last.

Once I brought the DJ up to the balcony and showed him where to set up, I walked back inside to take care of setting up food for everyone. Previously, we catered, but no one ate the food anyways and it was a waste. I instead chose to set up chips, dips, pretzels, and a fruit tray which I'd bring out later. I threw them on the kitchen island, along with plates.

I was actually impressed with what Brent did to my backyard. He took our plain, wooden, barely used bar and decorated it with Christmas lights, and put a floating light in the pool. He even set up the beach chairs on the lawn to overlook the pool. The bars were fully stocked of alcohol bottles, beers in the coolers, and cups. Not bad for a man that couldn't even complete a piece of homework.

I high-fived him and went and laid on one of the beach chairs. People would be arriving at any time now.

The start of the party was nothing special. People poured into the front door, greeted me, told me how sick my house was, then ran off. Kate said she was on her way but was nowhere to be found yet. Brent was already on the scoop for his weekend hook-up.

I felt Kate jump on my back and a smile took over on my face. At least, I hoped that it was Kate. I walked her to the kitchen and brought out my secret stache of vodka and cranberry juice - her favorite. I never understood fruity drinks, as I was a whiskey or rum drinker myself.

I watched as innocent Becca took her first sip of alcohol, making her no longer as innocent as she wanted to be. We cheered her on and watched her chug, but shortly after, she didn't seem to feel well. I pointed her towards the bathroom then got up and walked to the kitchen to look fill the snacks and make sure she was okay. She walked out of the bathroom stumbling, and I walked her upstairs.

"Are you okay?" I asked. She seemed to have some balance difficulties going up the stairs.

"Yeah, I just need to rest off my first drink," she managed to get out a sentence okay, which was shocking.

I shut and locked the door behind her so no one could see her change. "Here." I gave her a shirt and a pair of shorts to make her feel more comfortable as she laid down. I turned around to let her change.

"Thanks," she said, getting herself tucked in on the bed. I walked back downstairs and joined the party again.

I was forcefully brought in to play beer pong with a couple of guys from the football team. I couldn't spend the entire time ignoring my team and other friends, so I joined. Nicholas and I won two games together. I made him do a majority of the drinking as well. He was a sophmore and new to the varsity team, a little hazing and forceful drinking would do him well to introduce him to our lives.

Before the fourth game could start, Matthew, the town's local drug dealer, was in my ear. "We have a problem," he said. He pointed to Rebecca, now half naked, and dancing on my tables. I had no clue why he came to me, and not Kate.

This was the first time I saw Rebecca as something other than my girlfriend's friend. She looked happy, free. She had a nice body, and the way her hair flew in the wind of her dancing caught my eye. She wasn't plain and boring Rebecca.

"Fix it. She doesn't deserve this," I told Matthew. "Put her in my room."

"I'll be back." I walked off and hoped Kate didn't see me. This wasn't Rebecca, this was the alcohol. And now our classmates saw this, probably even recorded it.

"Put your phones down, delete it," I advised as I walked up the stairs and into my room. Rebecca was sitting on my bed, a pout on her face, and her clothes still mostly removed.

I sighed. Rebbeca, in this moment, was my downfall.