Forget Me Not (Completed)

Find the Day

     I didn't remember what had happened with Benny yesterday, and I was dreadfully worried for what he might have seen me do. I pulled out my phone to try and call him while I cleaned; but he didn' answer. He had sent it straight to voice mail. So I did the next logical thing and I called Sarah; she answered on the first ring.
"What do you want." She asked harshly before I could say hello.
" um do you... know what happened with Benny last night. I know he was at the party and I was kind of a mess so I was just wondering if he's like mad at me. I tried to call him but he didn't pick up the phone."
"Serves you right." She spat bitterly.
"Wait? What did I do?"
"First off you were underage drinking."
"I know. I'm sorry I really want to fix this." I said quickly.
"Honestly. I don't think you can. I think after all the mistakes you've made, this time you've finally gone to far." She said blatantly.
"Could you just please tell me what happened." I could feel the tears pricking my eyes.
"You can not tell him I talked to you."
"I won't."
"You invited him to this party you had, and when he got there you were already drunk." She began and I internally facepalmed. "And when he walked in you waved him over and demanded he sit on your lap. Only your friends were there and they all started laughing at him. Then you yanked him up to your bedroom, and you forced yourself on him."
"I did what?!" Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. OH MY GOSH.
"You slammed him against the wall and wouldn't let him go; You kissed him. And he used every ounce of strength to slip his little wrist out from under you to slap you so you'd be distracted long enough to escape." She finished.
"How....how..how do I fix this?" I stammered. I could not believe I had behaved like that.
"You can't." She said hanging up the phone.
"Wait! You have to help me." I called but she was already gone. What do I do? The tears were falling full scale now and I had stopped cleaning all together. What will I do to fix it this time. Stupid. I pounded my fist against my head. You always screw everything up. Anything good happens and I go and do something like this. I sat there tears streaming down for what felt like hours. I'm an idiot.