Rush

-chapter 6-

January 26 1:00 Pm
I forced my eyes open. and with all my strength, I kneeled on my knees. Thoughts hustled around my head.
What the hell did I do.....Am I okay? Is this a dream? Did I take drugs?
No...I didn't take drugs, wouldn't I remember if I did? I stood up. My muscles refused, but I did anyway. My hands gripped the marble counter, as my upper body pulled me up. My encrusted eyes focused on the counter.
Mounds of brown bottles scattered across the marble space, some broken on the floor. My weak hand picked one up and slowly, I tried to read the bottle label. Beer. Empty beer bottles scattered on the floor, the counter. I got drunk. I said to
Myself. I got drunk. Why?? I tried to remember. But it was to no avail, it might as well been somebody else who had done what I had.

January 25 flashback
I walked down the road heading to my house, it was already dark. 4:30 pm. Nobody was out. I walked right in the middle the deserted road quietly. I suddenly didn't feel safe anymore. So I stopped and was alarmed to hear footsteps coming from behind me. My heartbeat boomed and my knees locked. I moved over and slowly turned around, my eyes settled on a tall figure with dark hair, A sick smirk on his face. He looked familiar, but I felt unsafe, and I swallowed my fear as he came closer. He took his hood of his head and suddenly I knew who he was, it came to me. Nicholas. I feel as if I shouldn't be afraid, but I had an bad feeling in my stomach. His smirk was unsettling and he was inching closer.
"Hey baby" he said, in a low scruffy voice. I inched backward. He went closer and closer. My eyes were wide. i was terrified. "what the hell..." i mumbled.
"What did you say baby?" he questioned. he gripped my arm, and tried to pull me closer. i fought his grip, and my feet took off without my concent. I bolted, my breath was short and i ran as fast as i could, away from Nicholas. I barged into my house, and bolted the door shut. i ran into the kitchen and sobbed, i slid down on the floor and curled up in a ball. i wanted my mom, i wanted someone, I wanted someone to love me. I wanted someone to hold me, and tell me its okay, i wanted someone i could escape into. If this was 4 months ago, i would have dialed Owens number. And we would be here. Why did i have to say those things. Why did i have to get drunk at that party. I never should have opened up my mouth. I never should have dialed his number.
"why... why" i sobbed into my hands. i slowly picked myself up, and my body led me to the right cabinet. Beer was laid out in perfect rows. My hand grabbed a bottle and violently tore of the cap. Before the air had time to escape, it was in my mouth. More.. my body wanted more. it felt so good, i tore of every cap until i collapsed.
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Hey guys! oooh look at the mess I made! /.\ sorry it took so long to make this chapter! thanks for reading! - katherine