Lyz
I'm still feeling dizzy and weak but I have to endure them. What happened in the party last night was a nightmare and I don't want it to become a bigger issue.
I was absent today during the morning period. I just can't imagine what my reaction was when I woke up at already eight thirty, too late to go to school and the more freaking out is that I didn't wake up in my room, not even in the room where I slept but in a freaking hospital! I have an IV and the whole gang was on my room, all looking frustrated. Even Ashley was there, sitting beside Pamy, looking very concerned. Wow, what's happening... I thought.
Then they said I was drugged. I was just drugged.
What the hell!
And not only that. As I remember what they told me, the story came flashing in my mind again.
"Drugged? I... I don't know... I can't remember, but I'm sure I didn't do that!" I exclaimed while trying to remember everything that happened even if it was hard.
"Not only that. When we got inside the room, you were almost naked..." my eyes instantly went to Dustin who is narrating what happened. I want to ask something but my jaw became too stiff for me to speak. "And there's a guy on top of you..."
I tried to remember that scene but only few vague images came to my head. Then he continued. "You were too weak, probably too drugged to even move. Thank God we came on time or else that bastard might have done that to you..." he said while his jaw clenched the same time as his fist. I shivered at that thought. Me? almost raped? Oh my God... I groaned inwardly, feeling scared and dreadful of the thought then suddenly I felt Pamy's comforting arms around me, calming my nerves. I just thank God I can't remember any single detail on that or else, it might haunt me. "Just good that we came on time or else..."
I immediately dismissed in my mind the possibility of what he said to remove the fear I'm feeling. "How... how did you know I was there?"
"I was trying to call you but you didn't answer. Sean's not answering his phone either. Then I received a message from your number saying that you were sleeping on Dustin's bed and probably drugged. He asked us to get you immediately coz he's already leaving..."
"He? Who's he?" I frowned. Flashes of scenes of me side by side with a handsome blonde guy began clouding my mind, but it's still as obscure as what it already is. Pamy said she doesn't know. The guys are already outside, going to Sean. He was also confined but they said they're already discharging him, us. I still feel weak that's why I didn't insist on being discharged earlier. Thank God it's Greg's hospital and our secret is safe here. Even in the school, they assured me that no one else knows aside from all of us in the hospital. I don't know what to do if others learn about what happened. I wouldn't have anymore face to show. I rather be dead.
"Hey, are you okay?" Pamy's concerned voice brought me back to earth. I looked at her and only by then that I realized that she's talking to me. I just nodded, pretending that I understand what she's saying or agreed to whatever that is.
"So you believe he's your Soulmate? That was so romantic!"
I frowned at her, totally clueless of what she was saying. "What?"
"That guy! The one who answered my text to your phone! I asked who he is, and he said he was your Soulmate! Oh my God! How was that!" she kept giggling while pulling me excitedly towards a bench. We were on the football court coz she said she want some privacy for our talk.
"I... I really can't remember..." I tried to recall what happened to the party while Pamy narrates what happened then. When she mentioned that Greg got so drunk and they found him on the floor beside the unconscious Sean, I saw myself under the drunken guy. I embraced myself absentmindedly, feeling very cold. "I... Something happened... I just hope it was not true... that it was just a nightmare... but I could remember now..." Pamy took my very cold hands and squeezed them. "Sean was drunk and I helped him get a room upstairs and I saw Greg on the bed, I didn't know he's like crazy and gets wild when drunk and he... he attempted to..." I can't complete it. Even Pamy's eyes widened with horror. That's too horrible to say and I don't even know how to react if Greg or anyone else learns about that. I continued while flashes of scenes register in my memory. "That's when a blonde guy helped me and brought me to a room and said I was probably drugged..."
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