The Lies We Told On Thursday Nights

38. Friday: The Night that *Can* End all Nights (Emery)

Woah! Hi everyone. This chapter was very thrilling to write, especially in anticipation of the following sections.

I'm just going to get right into it. Also, huge trigger warning for sexual assault....I will put /// around the area /// and then kind of sum it up at the end.

Emery (Part 1)

Friday: 10:01

I walked into his house, haunted by his seldom look seconds ago.

He eyed me in despair and remorse.

I couldn't think clearly as I tripped on the doorstep. I instantly flushed red and steadied myself by grabbing the door frame.

Luckily few were there, but some laughed, however, they were probably too drunk to remember.

I checked my watch, god, how are they drunk so early.

The house was crowded. And Levi's house is big so either they were all shoved in the foyer, or there were a lot of people. I glanced out the side window and saw Levi's truck parked there. It just sat there as kids crawled into its bed, ducking below probably to make out.

I wonder how many people Levi had done in that truck.

I took a few more steps, attempting to push my way through. I didn't like being aggressive, so my only way to get through was to say excuse me, which was fruitless because everything was so loud.

"Excuse me," I croaked, standing behind a tall skinny blonde boy. He turned and looked at me, coldly.

"Ha, it's the freak Nates," he snickered. I tried to recall if I knew him, but I didn't remember ever meeting him. Yet he knew all about me.

His girlfriend turned, resting her head on his shoulder. "Are you from that-that video?" She had a broad Slavic accent, harsher than Ukrainian and quicker than Russian. I couldn't pinpoint it.

I swallowed hard; both teens were at least a foot taller than me, they were like stalky dementors hovering around me.

"I-I," I stammered. I've had to deal with this for the past two days, but now I was in a place I hardly knew with an atmosphere that was suffocating me with anxiety.

Suddenly I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. I looked behind me, panicked.

It was Dina. I was actually relieved, relieved to see her soft smile and compassionate touch.

I still didn't understand why she was friends with me. And again, not knowing bothered me.

"Lucious, Voramise. Last time I checked there is a rather disturbing video of you two floating around, so I wouldn't talk if I were you." she scolded, smirking a bit. She rose her eyebrows at Lucious.

I gazed at her with a sense of awe and appreciation.

Voramise gasped and began violently hitting him. She rushed her words that they sounded like a foreign language, but one thing was clear: She was pissed "God, you said you deleted them. Did you put them on Snapchat? Christ, you must have, cause you know I can't check Snapchat cause of data. You shit head."

"Well, I mean," Lucious squinted at Dina as if ready to lunge in and kill her.

Dina just laughed lightly and reached down to grab my elbow.

"Now excuse us, Medieval dungeon pornos" she annunciated every syllable.

She used her weight to shove through them, tugging me along.