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Chapter 12 (v.1) - The Frat Party

Submitted: December 25, 2016

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~ Frat party ~

 

CECILY

 

I heard some noises as soon as I opened the front door at home.

Someone shouted. Another one yelled.

I walked to our living room just to see Noah in a heated discussion with Dad. Mom was sitting with her head in her hands while both men kept yelling at each other.

“Why don’t you ask your boss for money? Or one of your friends!”, Noah shouted, his cheeks a deep shade of red.

“I won’t take money from them! You need to get a job and start taking responsibilities!”, Dad snapped back.

“I can’t, don’t you get it?! I tried and they all know about my stay in jail! What should I do? My boss at a shitty computer shop fired me before I could even explain why I was in jail!”

No one greeted me or took notice of me appearing through the door.

They were quiet for a moment.

“Noah, I won’t ask my colleagues, just forget it. I already work almost day and night because of you and the mess you’ve drawn us into, so the least you could do is to be silent and grateful”, Dad barked.

Noah’s eyes narrowed at our father. “You’re always like that. Every time I make some mistakes, you hold it against me. Stefan was always the perfect son, good grades, good friends, bright future.”

Dad frowned. “This has nothing to do with your brother.”

“Of course it does! I was always the troublemaker. The burden. This is what you really think, isn’t it?”

Our father hesitated. His eyes were blazing, his cheeks just as red as Noah’s. “You are my son, and I love you. Even if I would try not to love you, I couldn’t do it. It’s in my nature. But after everything you’ve done, I can assure you if I wasn’t your father I wouldn’t want to have anything to do with you at all.”

Oh.

Ouch. That was harsh. I looked over to Noah. Any color was drained out of his face.

He got up, walking past me to the door. “And if I weren’t in such a fucked-up situation, I wouldn’t even speak to you at all!”, he yelled before he slammed the front door behind him.

We were quiet.

My father’s focus was on the pile of papers next to him like nothing just had happened.

I walked upstairs and knocked at my sister’s door.

She was lying under the blanket with her headphones. I laid next to her, wiping away her tears.

“A-are they still f-fighting?”, she sobbed.

“No. Noah left, but I’m sure he’ll come back soon.”

I was surprised he was here since he hadn’t text me that he was coming. And now he went out doing I didn’t know what. Frankly, I didn’t want to know. But once he’s calmed down, he comes back, usually.

My brother and I used to be very close to each other. When he screwed up a test, I was the one who talked to our parents, when he got drunk at parties, I picked him up and covered for him, and when I needed him, he was always there for me.

But when he had gone to college, he had changed. Less talks on the phone, less texts, less visits.

I get it. He had his life and I had mine. But… damn, sometimes, I needed my brother. My elder brother.

Noah came back in the middle of the night – drunk and with bloodshot eyes, asking me to not say anything to anyone. I could smell the weed as he walked past me, but like I said – I didn’t want to know.

 

There was still a tense atmosphere at home the whole Saturday. Noah woke up late in the afternoon which caused another fight between him and Dad. I took Marlene to the cinema to get out of the house and to distract her and myself. Because I knew their argument would last longer, we mutually decided to go grab a bite. We stayed until the sun was setting, ordering too much at the end. Marlene was happy, chatting with me about her school and by the time we finish I was infected with her cheerfulness.

It didn’t last though.

When we came back, I saw Noah shouting at Mom, too. I tried to talk to him but at this point no one could bring him to his senses.

Even through my door I could hear my mother’s sobs before she locked herself up in her room. Noah rushed through the door and took her car.

Great.

My phone buzzed and a message from Alex popped up.

R U ready to party?

I had told her about Paul Kim’s party and now I kind of regretted it. Ruby and Cass already had other plans and now with no car here my party mood was shrinking. Which wasn’t difficult when I thought of the fight just now.

My head started to pound.

Sure. Can U pick me up?, I texted back.

It was time for me to have a little fun.

I knew I was being selfish but I was tired of this.

I went to my closet and looked for a suitable dress. I ended up with a sleeveless, crème-colored dress that didn’t even cover half of my thighs but I didn’t care.

My hair fell in soft waves over my back, and with a hair tie, I managed to create a fancy bun. A bit mascara and lipstick and I looked…good.

I heard Alex’s car in our driveway when I headed to the front door. It was almost midnight, so the party sure was just starting.

I headed to her car. Wow. A black dress framed her hourglass curves and she had curled her black hair..

I whistled. “Wow, Alex, you look hot. All of that because of Paul Kim. If you don’t get his number tonight, I might kill you.”

Her eyes seemed to glow behind her eyeshadow. She started laughing. “Fingers crossed.” She checked my outfit. “You look hot too. Never saw that dress on you before.”

“Yeah, Cass had insisted I should buy it.”

My bravery was threatening to leave me as I contemplated to go back and search for another dress, but Alex grinned wickedly, giving me a thumb-up.

“Good choice.”

 

Okay, I had never seen so many people at a party before. Some were already wasted in the garden, puking their guts out on the freshly cut lawn while others were heavily making out.

There was no way Paul knew most of them. I think at least. I recognized a few faces, but most of them were unfamiliar.

We entered the house and I needed a few seconds to adjust inside the dim room. The music was loud, and I barely heard my own thoughts. To my right, people danced on tables, to my left some played a drinking game.

The smell of alcohol was basically in the air and I wondered if I could get drunk by just breathing.

In the living room, I found Paul sitting on the couch surrounded by people. One of them was his buddy whose name I’d forgotten. Terrence? Taylor? Whatever.

The rest were really nameless faces in my mind.

I grabbed Alex’s hand. “What are you doing?”, she yelled into my ear.

“Taking you to Paul.”

Panic filled her eyes. “What? Wait! No!”

“Why?”, I yelled back. God, this music would be bursting my eardrums by the end of the night.

“Because we can’t just go there and… and…”

I rolled my eyes and took the lead. This was untypical for her. Alex was cool, a natural at flirts and boys encircled her like bees. Now, she was just nervous.

“Hey Paul”, I greeted him and he flashed us a Hollywood-smile. “This is Alex, a friend of mine.” I settled on the couch next to him and had to basically drag Alex between us.

“Nice to meet you”, he said, offering her a beer.

“You sure know a lot of people”, I noticed.

He chuckled. “No, actually I don’t. I know a few people from the fraternity and they told some of their friends about the party who invited some of their friends. Well, you know how fast news spread here.” He smiled, turning his gaze back to Alex.

“So, what’s your major? Are you a medic?”

“Korean studies”, she answered proudly.

His dark eyes glowed. “Ah, so that’s why I’ve never seen you at the hospital.”

She chuckled. “Yeah. Sorry but I kind of hate hospitals.”

They started talking. Easily. And because I felt totally superfluously after a short time, I got up and headed to the kitchen.

I searched for a bottle of water, but only found vodka, some energy drinks and more vodka. I almost looked in every cupboard and even in the fridge for a soft drink but couldn’t find anything. Great.

I closed the fridge door when Karen suddenly rushed in. She eyed me cat-like.

“Nice dress you’re wearing, Cecily.” She scanned me from head to toe. That didn’t mean something good. Karen never looked at me twice, let alone spoke to me.

Politeness in me poked me to compliment her dress but I couldn’t find any appropriate words to describe her transparent “dress”.

She clicked her tongue. “So, I wanted to ask you something.”

Somehow I knew this was about Ace. If she’d asked me to stay away from him, I think I might rip off the extensions in her hair.

“Is Ace taken? I’ve heard there was a girl he had a fight with.”

So she was here to hear gossip.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Aren’t you guys friends?”, I asked sweetly.

She snickered. “We don’t talk much.”

Ripping off her extensions wouldn’t be a bad idea, right?

“Oh come on”, she whined. “You have to know something.”

“Go and ask him if you want any information.”

And good luck.

I headed to the hallway but she was literally breathing down my neck.

She giggled again. “You’re mean.”

“And you’re drunk.”

She opened her mouth but we both stopped once we heard someone bawling, “So, rumors say that you and Cecily are a thing.”

I almost tripped. That person was standing in the room next us. Who the hell–

“Rumors”, another voice answered. A voice that belonged to Ace.

“Man, you sure picked a nice one”, Person X replied, apparently not hearing what Ace just had said. “She’s drop-dead gorgeous.”

Oh… thanks, Person X.

I almost grinned, but then Ace said, “Really? Didn’t notice that.”

I couldn’t hear sarcasm. He was serious.

 “If you don’t want her, I’d gladly make a move”, Person X laughed, his words slurred.

“Do what you like”, Ace retorted, his tone completely indifferent. “You don’t need my permission.”

There was a pause where I was dying to show those two douches whose permission they needed. Preferably showing them with my shoe in their asses. Did I miss something? Since when did I become a piece of meat?

Person X snickered. “Thanks, man”, he babbled. “But she probably wouldn’t give me chance. She’s too picky with guys. That sucks.”

My jaw dropped.

Now I changed from a piece of meat to a superficial piece of meat?

I turned to Karen who was smiling at me as if she’d won in a lottery. “Wanna get drunk?”, she asked sweetly.

Fuck it.

Fuck them.

“Hell yes”, I answered and followed her back to the living room.

Alex and Paul weren’t here anymore when we sat on the couch. Some guys I didn’t know perched on the floor, a bottle of tequila in their hands and their dull talks hanging in the air.

Karen handed me a cup that smelled strong but I took a sip.

Urgh. Awful taste.

Melissa, Karen’s bff, joined us on the couch and soon my cup was already empty.

“Give me the bottle”, I said to the guy who was sitting on the floor. He handed me the tequila with a smile and I took one big gulp. I tried not to cough when the stinging scent filled my mouth, but Karen and Melissa giggled at my attempt to hide a little hiccup. Yeah, I was a lightweight when it comes to liquor.

“Here”, Karen said, when she refilled my cup. I took another sip.

“You should stop”, a voice behind me asked. “Unless you want to get drunk.”

Multiple shivers ran down my arms when his breath lingered on my neck.

I turned around and met Ace’s stare. He held a cup in his hand, leaning his elbows on the back of the couch. His look was intense, dwelling on my face and then lower until I felt the heat coloring my cheeks. 

I opened my mouth, but Melissa was faster. “A bit alcohol doesn’t hurt”, she chirped. “Let the girl have a little fun.”

Damn right, Melissa. I came to have fun.

I took another gulp, my eyes challenging him.

Heat was rising in my chest and my body relaxed.

Karen and Melissa giggled and after a fifth (or sixth?) gulp I joined them. Thank God, I had eaten some greasy stuff before.

I didn’t even know what we were giggling about, but it didn’t matter. They were talking about their boyfriends or friends with benefits or some guys they had met recently? I didn’t know but I gladly heard some of their nonsense. It was such an alternation to my usual topics of conversation. Such an alternation to talks about jail, about debts, about problems, about anything unfunnysome. Unfunnysome? Was that even a word? Now it was. 

 “Cecily?”

“Mmmm…?” Karen apparently had said something. “What did you say?”

“I asked if you had a boyfriend.”

“No. I’m available.” I grinned, hoping that my voice wasn’t that loud. A few guys turned their heads to my direction.

“Really?”, Karen said and there was something in her voice. “Ever had one before?”

I sighed. “Yeah, in high school. He was an idiot, actually. I was glad when it was over. It simply didn’t work out after–”

I shut my mouth closed, wishing the whole Brian-thing hadn’t been brought up.

Against my better judgement, I looked at Ace who was leaning against a wall. His face was expressionless, only a muscle on his jaw popped up, meaning he was pissed. Fantastic.

“You never talked about him”, he said, eyes narrowing on me.

I shrugged my shoulders. “You never asked.”

He put his cup to his mouth and I could have sworn there was something like a smirk around his lips.

 “After what?”, Karen pressed, and then clapped her hands. “Oooooh, after you slept with him? Was he that bad?”

“Naaah, I’ve never had–” My cheeks flamed and I bit my tongue before I could say something completely embarrassing. Babbling about my virginity at a party was so not clever.

She and Melissa started laughing. “You’re a virgin?!”, they shouted in unison.

Okay, now almost everyone turned their heads to us, the girls giggling, the guys lurking from the corners of the room. Okay, this was far beyond embarrassing. Mumbling something about needing some air, I got up and disappeared out of the room.  

My head was spinning, the front door somehow moving. Or was I moving? I didn’t know. I walked past two girls who were making out and arrived at the corridor.

My phone buzzed. I didn’t bother to look at it now. I was not in a state to talk to someone. It was probably just Mom, annoying me when I’d be back home.

They all just annoyed me.

I decided to go upstairs, hopefully to find a quiet room to doze off. Or a bathroom to throw up. How many rooms were upstairs? There must be at least ten rooms on this floor. Maybe even twenty but my vision was starting to blur.

I wanted to go to the closest room next to the stairs, but after hearing a loud “Yes, Connor, faster! Oh, yes!”, I decided to go to another one.

It was a dim and large room with a big bed in the middle and several cups and bottles placed on a sideboard. Some guys had been here. Well, now it was empty and quiet here, so I opened my purse and looked at my phone.

7 missed call.

The screen was blurring, but I focused as much as I could. It was a number I didn’t know, but he or she left a voicemail. I pressed the phone against my ear and recognized immediately Noah’s voice. “Cecily! It’s me – Noah. I-I don’t know how to tell you that, but… the cops caught me driving while I was drunk. Yeah, I know, I’m a dumbass.” There was a pause. “I’m in jail. Please don’t tell Dad. Or Mom. Or anyone. Can you get the money in the closet in my room? I’m sorry for putting you through this, believe me, but I–” I hung up.

Breathing a couple of times, I listened to the noise coming from outside this room.

I looked at the bottles on the sideboard.

I needed something strong. Very strong.

I took a sip and banished the thought of who might have drunken from it. The taste was disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. But I needed to forget what I just heard. After mixing some energy drinks in a cup, I emptied what was left in the bottle.

No, Noah. I was not coming. I was not your sister for now. I was nobody’s sister, daughter, babysitter or savior.

I was just Cecily.

I took off my shoes, released my hair from my hair tie and laid on the comfy mattress. I wanted to cry but the tears wouldn’t come. Besides, crying was pointless. It wouldn’t bring Noah out of jail or mend the relationship between him and Dad or get him a job. Crying was just pointless.

I looked at my watch and saw it was almost two in the morning. I should call Alex and go home, but my eyelids were too heavy and I fell asleep, forgetting for a moment what was happening around me.

Forgetting just everything.

Until someone came in and woke me up with the impact of the slamming door.

“Huh, who are you?”, a tall guy asked, walking with a bottle in his hand to the bed. I blinked a few times, noting his blue-dyed hair and some tattoos all over his neck. His cheeks were a dark shade of pink and smelled like something foul from the distance.

My dress had skidded up, showing my panties. I sat up, lowering the bottom of my dress. My head was pounding. Even more when I got up.

“Sorry, I just felt dizzy… and tired…” I still didn’t feel steady on my feet.

“Huh, I can see that.” His voice was gruff. He took a step closer to me which put me on the alert.  

“You can sit down and stay here for a while”, he offered with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

I shook my head. “Thanks. But I gotta go.” I started to walk past him as a hand firmly grabbed my arm.

“I didn’t mean it as an offer.”

“What the–”

Brusquely, he pushed me and I landed with my back on the mattress. My head was spinning and my vision clouded from the impact.

“Don’t be so hasty”, he said quietly, climbing on top of me.

Panic leaped my throat and I tried to get up, but he wrapped his hands around my arms like iron cuffs.

“Get away from me!” My voice was shaking, like the rest of my body. As I started kicking him with my feet, he just laughed. A pure malicious laugh. He pushed himself more against me, keeping me still with his strong legs and arms.

One hand travelled down my body, squeezing my breast and feeling my body up until he reached my thighs. The sound of his moan was all I needed to feel the urge of throwing up. I felt sick and I wanted to scream until my lungs would burst out. Hot, burning tears welled up my eyes. My muscles ached the more I resisted. “No!”, I yelled when his fingers moved higher.

I tried to get up but he shoved my head back on the bed, pinning my arms over my head.

“Help!”, I screamed with all my force. “Help! Hel–” He pressed his cold hand against my mouth, his other hand tightening around my wrist that I thought he was about to break my bone. Tears drenched my face, even his hand but his black eyes remained unimpressed.

“It’s always like that with you bitches”, he said, wrapping his fingers around my panties.

“No!”, I tried to scream but only muffled sounds came out.

“No one can hear you, you little bitch. Now come on, this could be fun.” He bent his head down, running his nose and lips against my neck, his stinging breath against my skin. “You smell nice.”

No! I don’t want this… I don’t want this. I don’t want this. I don’t want this!

One last time, I tried to scream but it was useless. Just as hope was about to leave me, the door burst open. The room filled with brightness from the hallway.  

“What the fuck–?, he growled. Seconds later, he got lifted from him lifted from me and was slammed against the wall.

My body was rigid and I gathered oxygen to my lungs. The fear of him returning made my blood ice-cold. I got up and all I saw was Ace standing there, one hand on this guy’s t-shirt, the other around his throat, pressing him against the wall. He didn’t say anything but I could see that his grip was choking him.

“If I see you looking at her again, I’ll destroy you.” His grip tensed. “If you ever touch her again, I’ll fucking kill you.” Ace didn’t wait for him to answer when he threw a punch in his jaw. He stumbled backwards and landed with his back on the floor of the hallway. Other guys – his friends – gathered and helped him get up. Ace cracked his knuckles, his eyes fixed on them. I couldn’t see his face but there must’ve been something that made those people disappear without a fuss.

Ace closed the door and locked it. We were alone.

My feet felt like rubber. I was shaking uncontrollably until I gave in and slid down on the floor. I could feel his touch everywhere, even his saliva on my neck. I wiped it away, feeling sick to the core.

I flinched when Ace slammed his fist against the door.

He turned around, his look as murderous as ten seconds ago. Like he was about to do the same thing he did to that guy to me. His tugged his hair in frustration. “Cec, why the hell weren’t you outside? I’ve spent the last twenty minutes looking for you everywhere!”

“I-I got tired…”, I said weakly and couldn’t hold it anymore. The tears floated and I couldn’t stop them. A little hiccup escaped my mouth as I tried to stop them but it was no use. I must’ve looked hideous but I didn’t care. I couldn’t see anything through my tears but I noted Ace kneeling in front of me, gently wrapping his fingers around my wrists. One could still see marks of his grips on my skin.

“Did he hurt you?”, he breathed, his voice low.

I just couldn’t stop crying. My hands were shaking and my sobs almost choking me.

“Cecily, did he hurt you?”, he pressed.

“No, Ace! You hurt me! You, you, you!”, I sobbed. “Y-You hurt me when you’re mean to me. You hurt me when you made me feel like a worthless piece of shit. You just… hurt me.”

I couldn’t speak further, I just continued crying.

“Stop. Please stop crying.” He almost whispered, wiping my tears away with his thumbs. Please wasn’t something Ace said lightly so I figured it must’ve cost him quite an effort.

Something in his voice made me stop. I put my hand against my forehead, feeling heat stream off my body. Mumbling something about “thirsty”, I tried to get up but Ace gently pushed me back.

“Here”, he said and gave me one of the cups that were standing on the sideboard. “It’s water. It’s mine. I put it there before throwing that asshole off you.”

My throat felt better after a few sips. The rest not. My eyes were burning and swollen.

Ace’s face was giving nothing away. Was he angry? Annoyed? Amused? I couldn’t tell.

He was studying my face intensely, probably to tease me how hideous I had been, afterwards.

“What? Are you thinking about something you could say to annoy me?”, I snapped. “For example how I’m picky with guys?”

His eyes went wide but didn’t lose any roughness in them. “You shouldn’t have heard that.”

I closed my eyes. “But I did.”

This whole night was so embarrassing. Embarrassing and ironic. It was almost funny.

No, it was really funny.

Maybe it was because of my exhaustion, or crappy family problems or the alcohol, but I actually started laughing. Again tears welled up, but this time because of my laughs.

Ace just stared at me without lifting the corners of his mouth. Such a party pooper. He should laugh, too. He just had seen me hit rock bottom. Surely, he must enjoy the view of me being pathetic.

“What’s so funny?”

“Me! And my crappy life!”, I said and continued giggling. “I mean, look at me! I’m disgusting. I’m drunk. I almost got raped and I wanted to drink a lot more just to forget about my brother being in jail!”

His eyes went wide. “Yeah, Noah’s in jail! For drinking while driving – irony at its finest, right? His sister is not any better.” I couldn’t stop laughing. “Wanna hear the biggest joke? Something I didn’t tell anyone. He was in jail three months ago. And when he got out, we thought this nightmare was over, but he can’t get any job to pay his fricking debts!” This was just too funny.

Slowly, my laughs faded. The room was dead quiet. Ace didn’t say anything. He simply didn’t care, I guessed. I leaned forward and looked into his beautiful eyes, the blue pushed away by the black of his pupils, yet they seemed to glow more than ever.

“See? Crappy life. And I’m a crappy person because instead of going to him I started to drink even more.”

He was still looking at me unsmiling. I let my eyes wander to his lips. Beautiful full lips that were slightly open…

I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against his.

And a fire in me ignited.

His lips were soft, so soft and his breath tickled my nose as a moan escaped my mouth. At any other moment I would’ve been embarrassed to hear those sounds coming from me but right now I couldn’t care less.

I heard him taking in a sharp breath but his warm hands wandered up to my face, cupping my cheeks as he deepened the kiss, forcing my lips to part. I didn’t know what I was doing, but my mouth opened, and his tongue slid inside. He was kissing me back, and I was melting.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and put me on his lap, never breaking our kiss. My hands wandered to his hair, curling his soft and thick hair around each one of my fingers.

His hand slid down my side, gripping my hip before his fingers stayed on my bare thighs.

His fingertips were dancing on my burning skin, moving higher and higher.

And I let him. I wanted him to. I wanted this with him so badly – for a long time, I realized.

He groaned from the depth of his throat, an unfamiliar sound that was so husky that it sent shivers down my spine. I wanted to hear it again.

“Cec–”, he breathed just to press his lips back on mine. I could feel every muscle in my body, even the tiniest one, contract. A burning ache traveled down my body and settled between my thighs. I was bursting with desire and a lust that I hadn’t felt for a long time.

I pressed my chest more against him as his hands reached my back, caressing my back with an almost painful tenderness. I gave in to the feeling of his warm body, wishing he could touch me more. This stupid dress was in the way. Before I realized what I was doing, I pulled it off my head in one swift move.

I stared at his face. His mouth was swollen, his breathing quick, and his dark eyes slowly wandering along my body. A soft gasp left his mouth and his fingers splayed across my skin, like he was treasuring every inch of me.

I wish I had put on some sexy underwear and not this boring bra and, to my shock, a pair of old Snoopy panties. A sudden feeling of embarrassment overcame me and I tried to cover my chest with my forearms but he just removed them gently.

“No. I want to see you”, he murmured, bending his head down so his lips brushed my belly. His mouth moved sensually, gently stroking my burning skin. I let out a gasp, closing my eyes.

This was intoxicating.

Tilting my head back, I let the feeling overwhelm me. Ace brought out his tongue, tracing a line to my belly button. Warmth and wetness made the rest of my skin shiver as he continued soft strokes with his magic tongue.

“Ace”, I moaned, unable to hide the lust in my voice.

He opened his mouth and bit me tenderly. “Say my name again.”

His lips moved higher, only stopping when he skipped the front of my bra. I gasped for air as he arrived at the valley between my breasts.

“Say it”, he repeated, biting the top of my breast.

I groaned, “Ace…”

I felt his grin as he kissed the skin over my collarbone. “You’re so damn sexy, Cec.”

He looked up and I saw his almost black eyes that were consuming me. He kissed me and laid back so I was on top of him.

Suddenly, I felt something hard under me. Oh. Adrenaline was pumping through every vein, and my heart beat sped up. I didn’t know if I was ready for that… here and now?

Still, deep down, I wanted to. My whole body wanted to, because–

“I’m in love with you, Ace”, I said between the kisses.

What?!

“What?”

His body tensed. Abruptly, he wrested my lips from his and grabbed my shoulders. Putting some space between us, he breathed a couple times. He looked as shocked as I felt for just having said that. But… behind that headed cloud in my mind, I knew this was what I felt.

“Don’t say that”, he said, sitting up.

“Why? It’s the truth. I’m in lo–”

No. Don’t say it”, he repeated, tugging at the roots of his hair. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re drunk and sad. This is not real. This is not you.”

Again, what?

“What? So, you’re basically saying that my feelings aren’t real? That I’ve been driven by alcohol to do this?” Shame returned in me as I stumbled to put my dress on.

I had never felt so naked in front of anyone.

He looked at me dead-on and his jaw was set in a hard line. “Yes. I think that.”

I turned away, blinking several times. No, he wouldn’t see me cry – ever again. I put on my shoes and started to look for my damn purse.

“Where are you going?”, he asked and stood behind me.

“To the prison. Didn’t you hear what I just told you? Or do you think that wasn’t true, either.”

Where was this fucking purse? Oh, next to the pillow. I grabbed it and tried to make my way past him, but he blocked my way with his broad body. “You can’t drive. And you certainly won’t get near to your brother in this state.”

“Shut up, that’s none of your business”, I huffed, trying vainly to go past him.

He put his hands around my arms and said, “It is. I’ll drive.”

He ushered me through the hallway, past those drunken people and we went to his car.

“Alex!”, I said remembering her. Great. I’m not only a horrible sister, I’m also a horrible friend.

“Relax, she’s with Paul, I saw her earlier. They were… busy.” Busy? With what? Oh Lord…I hope only busy with what Ace and I just did. Although we were almost…

Okay, now’s not the time for that thought. I got in his car and decided to text her later. He started the engine and typed the address in his GPS. After a couple minutes, my eyelids became heavier and heavier. This night was just too exhausting, so I closed them and finally relaxed completely. The last thing I remember was Ace saying my name but I was already too groggy to answer anything.

 


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