Completely and Utterly Broken

Chapter Five

When I got there, the house was in full blast. Cars were parked up and down the streets. I walked up to the house, and knocked on the door. No answer. I opened the door and walked in. I closed the door behind me. People were dancing in the living room. And some were making out on the wall. And other people were walking up the stairs, hand in hand. I went straight to the kitchen. And people were making out as well. But lucky they weren't in my way. I opened the icechest on the counter. And grabbed a beer, opening it. I finished in a minute. And opened another and another, and another, and another. And by sixth one I was tipsy, but I wasn't satisfied. I grabbed a vodka, and popped it open. And took a sip, it burned my throat.

I shook it off and walked to the living room. All around me people were drinking, dancing. Some were grinding against each other to a song I couldn't recognize. I walked toward the crowd, pushing pass people. Getting in the middle of it all. I closed my eyes, and put my hands in the air. I started to sway to the music. And drinking the vodka aswell. And it started to taste good after awhile.

And after twenty-five minutes, I started to feel way more drunk. And I felt hands slip around my waist.

"Hey beautiful."the voice said huskily.

I turn around to face him. His hair was pushed back in a crazy yet attractive way. He had slight stubble but in a sexy way. And his eyes were such a light crystal blue. I wrapped my arms around his neck, closed my eyes, and hummed soft to the song playing.

"Hi."I say, in a dreamy like tone. I take sip of my vodka again but then I feel someone take my vodka. My eyes snap open, and I see the guy took it. He takes a sip.

"Hey, that's mine!"I whine, trying to take it from him.

But he pulls it from my reach. And he smirks down at me. "Ah,ah, ah. You've had too much."he says and takes another sip.

I roll my eyes. "Why do you care?"I say.

"Cause I want you sober when I give you such pleasure."he say calmly, rubbing his hands up and down my arms. That gives me shivers.

And I look up at him again. "Well.... What are you going to do to me?"I ask.

"Whatever you want."he whispers. And yet again, I hum, nodding my head.

He takes my hand and leads me upstairs. And I follow, slightly falling on the way. He opens and closes doors. Until we come to one that's empty. And he walks in, taking me with him. Once we're in, he closes the door behind him. I look around the room. It has a queen size bed in the middle. And its dark, the curtains beside the bed are closed. And there's a bathroom to my left, and a closet to my right. Besides us is drawers, with a t.v. above it. 

The guy who came in with me wraps his arms around my waist, and starts to kiss my neck. I turn my head to the side, giving him more access. I close my eyes, loving the feeling of his soft lips. I moan quietly, and that makes him groan lowly. He tightness his hold around my waist, and starts leave kisses all around my neck. Until he picks my most sensitive spot, and starts to suck.

Then once again moans escapes my mouth. The guy spins me around, grabbing my hand so I won't fall. And pulls me towards him, setting his hand on the back of my neck. And he kisses me, his eyes closed. And I let my eyes close to. I let myself feel those fluttering feelings in my stomach happen. I don't like it, I don't want myself to get in too deep. But I let him do it. I let him take me over with the amazing feeling. And I know what I'm getting myself into. But in that moment, I let him kiss me, and take me to that bed.

And he sets me down, hovering above me. He stops kissing me, and goes to my neck again. I still have my eyes closed. When suddenly, the door opens and the light comes on. We snap our heads to the door. And a gasp leaves my mouth.

"What the hell?"the person says. "Zoe?... What, why?"he asks.

The guy who was kissing me, sighs, and slouches down beside me. And waves lazily at Andrew, and gives him a grin. "Hey man, how you doing?"he says.

And I stare at him. "You know him?"I ask.

The guy laughs, closing his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Nope."he says, popping the 'p'.

I look down. "Oh" I mutter. Then I look up again. "Um... well I'm just going to go."I say, waves my finger in a circle then pointing to the door.

The guys don't say anything. So I leave, and walk downstairs quickly. Before leaving, I go to the kitchen, and gets another beer. Instead of going to the living room. I go outside, open the beer, and take a big gulp. I start to walk down the street, back to my house. Even if I don't want to. I hear the door close behind me.

"Zoe!"someone yells. "Zoe!"they yell again. I don't answer. And I keep walking.

But then a hand grabs my arm, and spins me around to face them. I stumble a little, but then look up at angry Andrew.

"What the hell, Zoe?!"he yells at me. I flinch at his voice. I take another drink off my beer.

"Yes?"I ask, mockingly. He let's go, furious.

"Why the hell were you with that guy? In my room?"he yells. And I flinch again, he doesn't do anything.

"What ever do you mean?"I ask innocently.

He groans, running a hand through his hair. "You know what I mean."

"I do what I want. You can't stop me."I reply.

"No, I don't. But that doesn't mean you should go and did what you did."he says.

I glare at him. "Do what, huh? Go to a party and get drunk? Get a boy, and start to make out? Huh?"I ask angrily. And I groan, throw my hands in air. "I'm just trying to live a regular teenage life!"I yell at him. "Why are you trying to change that, huh?"

And he doesn't say anything. His face softens, and he steps forward, tries to comfort me. I flinch again, stepping away.

"No, leave me alone. Ok? I don't need your help, ok? You know why? Cause I'm used to being by myself."I say. And its quiet for awhile. I close my eyes, and take a deep breathe. And take another step back.

"I don't have anyone. At school I get bullied by guys. I go home to new bruises everyday. At home, my uncle tries to take advantage of me. And when I don't listen, he beats me. Which is often, every damn day actually. And no one is ever there to hold me when I cry myself to sleep. No ones helps me put the neosporin on my back or my stomach. Or my legs, or thighs or my face. After so many years of being alone. I'm use to it. So stop trying help me. Stop acting like you care. We only meet today. You don't know me, at all. So don't stop me when I was having fun. Just... leave me alone, don't talk try to talk to me. Leave me be."I whisper the last part.

Then I turn to leave. And I walk away from him. And I leave any feelings I had. Any hurt, any weakness, any pity I had of myself. Of me being the nice, sweet, innocent girl. And left it with him. Cause I no longer care.