Short Stories

Chapter 13 - Party time

Chapter 13
Party time

So I did a thing.

I sorta, maybe, almost actually, kind of, followed Pedro's truck and now I'm standing outside a party. Zach's party. It takes me like two minutes to contemplate on whether I should go in. I mentally make a pros and cons list of coming to this party.

Pros:
1. There's truly no upside of coming to this party, I hate parties. I'm stupid to have followed Pedro.

Cons:
1. Well since you already know I'm stupid there's really nothing else to say.

This is like that one time at the Beshers house. When I stood in front of those ancient doors and was reluctant to go in but I went in anyway. This is one of those times. Either I could walk into the party and something good could happen or I'm truly in a horror movie and I'm about to get killed for doing something stupid.

So you know what I did?

I opened the front door and stepped into unknown territory.

I was instantly hit with smells of alcohol and drugs. I've never been to a party before but this is just like the movies. I hadn't expected real life teenagers to illegally drink. In one corner of the house I see a couple making out, multiple teens making out on the stairs and some on the couch. In the back patio I see people hanging out and just talking. In the kitchen there's multiple games that include drinking. And I don't even want to know what's happening in the rooms upstairs. I haven't seen Dylan or Pedro yet and I wonder if they're outside.
I make my way upstairs and lock myself in a bathroom. I was half expecting Izzy to be in here but that wouldn't make sense. She's at her own party in a different town. I text July and tell her I'm at my first teenage party. She instantly responds back.

July
-No way!? Are you joking? You're joking right? I need proof! There's no way you're at a party. I can't believe it!!! I'm FaceTiming you right now!

Rinnnnggggg. Rinnngggggg. Riiinnnnggggg.
Shit. Shit. Shit. She's actually calling me. Damn it, I should've came more prepared. I wish I brought my Emerald disguise with me, just incase I needed to change. Now what am I supposed to do?

The ringing stops.

I quickly text July back and tell her that I can't call right now. That I'm busy. She responds.

July
-Okay but use protection. And if you need a ride I'll drive over there. Just gimme an hour.

Me
-I don't need a ride, July. I'll text you tomorrow.

July
-USE PROTECTION!

Me
-My gosh stop.

July
-😘You know you love me.

Me
-I hate you.

July
-You too❣️

I shake my head at my phone. July is unbelievable sometimes.

"Is someone in there! Hurry up!" I hear a pounding on the door.

I go to unlock the door but the man on the other side beats me to it. My first instinct is to hide from him. So as fast as I can I open the shower curtain but when I do there's a couple making out in the bathtub. They've been there the whole time. Disgusting. My hiding spot was gonna be there. Too late now. The man is already in the bathroom. And I thought I locked the stupid door. I probably did but the lock might be broken.

"Damn, a threesome? Can I get in on that action?"

The guy moves towards me. He looks 27 and 17 at the same time. The fact that he has a tattoo on his left shoulder isn't helping me predict his age. I can easily predict his personality though.

If he's 17 then he's really brave to get a tattoo. Either he's tight with his parents or he's rebelling. His eyebrows are full and just the right amount of bushy. His hair is also black like mine but it's shorter. His hair mostly circles on his forehead in a mess of wavy hair. He's very tall too, like Pedro. Also he doesn't care about the rules. Which means he's reckless and a dickhead.

To get a tattoo don't you need to be 18?

I try not to engage in tactic as he grabs my wrist. He doesn't kiss me instead he talks to the couple in the bath. "I'm gonna take her for awhile if that's okay?"

The couple ignores him. They're to busy ripping each others clothes off and sucking faces. The man takes that as a good sign and pulls me out of the bathroom.

I want to come up with the most dumbest excuse right now. I want to say that I already have a boyfriend or ask him if he was gonna go pee since he went in the bathroom. I want to tell him anything. Anything that will help me get out of this situation because I'm pretty sure he's not taking me somewhere just to 'talk'. He's taking me to a room to fuck.

Over my dead body that will happen. He might think that he has an advantage but let him think that. Let him think that I'm too drunk to do anything or that he's stronger then me. Let him think he's getting something tonight because when he least expects it I'm going to beat him the fuck up. It doesn't matter that he's stronger than me. What matters is that I'm smarter than him and a boss. A boss bitch mother fucker.

We end up in a huge room with a personal bathroom in it. This rooms kind of messy. The bed is unmade and it smells like death in here.
I watch as the boy unbuttons his pants. "Shit, I have to pee. Can you get undressed? I'll be there in a minute."

He runs off to the bathroom. He leaves the door open and I can see his 'thing'. I instantly look away. Not wanting to be a pervert.

I don't do anything. I don't take off my clothes. I just sit on the bed and lay down. I admire the ceiling. It's a wooden ceiling. Wood is best for houses. It's a good structure but I wouldn't make my ceiling wooden. I continue to admire it as I feel the bed sink on one side. The boys weight makes me tip towards him a bit.

" I thought I said get undressed." He moves his hand and unzips my jacket half way. I regret wearing a body suit. I zip my jacket back up and try to talk to him instead of using violence. Obviously I sign to him but this dickhead dismisses my signing and just starts kissing my neck. He unzips my jacket again.

This time all the way.

I stop signing, frustrated that he's not paying attention. His hand rests on my chest but I remove it. I feel uncomfortable. His kisses move up to my mouth but I refuse to kiss him.

In a few seconds he will force me to have sex with him. He will force me to kiss him back but I won't. I don't care if he's drunk or not. I don't care if he's reckless or a dickhead. He should never ever force a girl. He should never be controlling like this.

So in the few seconds that I have I grab his hand and I push it towards him. I push it hard. This action makes him retract and I let go of his hand. I stand up from the bed and try to walk out of the room but he grabs my wrist again. I make no hesitation to punch him in the gut. He bends foreword in pain and I walk behind him to kick the inside of his knees. I also kick his head for good measure.

I tried using my words, or hands, to tell him that I wasn't having sex but he just wouldn't give up. So I resorted to violence.

"Ricky!" He yells out a name but I'm pretty sure no one would come running to him. The music is to load to be heard over. He groans louder. "Ricky!"

The door bursts open. A man stands in the doorway and I'm guessing it's the so called "Ricky."

He came after all.