Short Stories

I Lied

I liked to think that no one knew her more than I did. I was the one she confided in about her father's abuse. She came to me when her boyfriend cheated on her. I was the one who helped her sneak out at night and hold her hair back when she vomited. I was always there when she needed me. She told me things she didn't dare tell her mother or sister.

It had always been us against the world. Two young and reckless kids trying to feel something real. She needed me to keep her head on straight and I needed her like I needed air.

The first time we kissed she was drunk. She had had a rough day at home with her dad and wanted to forget. I snuck her out and took her to a beach party. She drank and drank until she could barely walks. While dancing she spins around and kisses me. I wasn't sure what to do at first. I knew she was drunk and probably didn't mean to do it. I told her exactly that. She got mad at me and we didn't talk on the way home.

The first time we slept together we were both drunk. My girlfriend had just dumped me. It was my turn to drink to forget. She drank along with me, said it was more fun to be drunk together. We were dancing together in a club. Soon the dancing turned into grinding then we were kissing. Next thing I knew we were in the back seat of my car. There was something different about having sex with her. I felt like I was doing it for the first time. Everything was so new. The next morning was awkward. She said she didn't want a relationship. I said I didn't want one either. I lied.