Post by Sandi Skylark on Mar 15, 2004 1:22:14 GMT -5
Chapter One
A Night to Remember
When I woke up some time in the late afternoon on a pallet in the floor of a house I didn't recognize, I almost thought I was dreaming. It made sense though, because to tell the truth, I couldn't even remember falling asleep. I remembered the phone ringing, and Chad's soft voice on the other end of the line telling me he would be picking me up at seven. I could also remember the car ride to the party, and my friend Jenna's obnoxious voice singing to a song I didn't recognize.
"You're at Chad's place," said the little voice in my head.. "He took you here after the party. That must be what happened."
I sat up then and looked around, stretching. I noticed two things right away; I was in someone's living room floor and I wasn't wearing any pants. Just a huge jersey that I recognized vaguely. I located my jeans not far off, thrown across the sofa, but I couldn't move untill I at least found my underwear. I spotted them near the television and wrapping the black and purple comforter around me securly, I slowly made my way across the room.
Several things began running through my mind at once. Not only had I never been th Chad's apartment, but Chad and I had never slept together before, so if anything had happened I would most definately remember. But there was just this huge problem of me not knowing where I was or how I got there. The fact that I had been almost completely nude in my boyfriend's (hopefully) floor was disturbing.
I folded up the comforter in a daze and began picking up the big black pillows that littered the floor. I piled them behind the couch and then sat in the corner of the sofa with my arms around my knees, staring blankly at the wall. I sat there for what seemed like hours, waiting for Chad to come and explain everything to me.
Finally, the door opened and light flooded the dark room. He stood in the doorway, taking in everything at once.
"Sorry, I didn't think you'd be awake yet," he said. "You looked so beautiful sleeping there, I couldn't stand to wake you up," he continued, grinning.
"Wh...Where did you go?" I asked timidly. Chad's face went blank.
"To Julians" he said automatically. "He called about thirty minutes ago and said I left my wallet at the party, and so I ran over real quick to get it. I didn't think You'd wake up. I'm really sorry babe."
"It's alrigit I guess. So...um..what er, exactly happened last night?"
"You don't even remember?" Chad laughed. "Jesus, I didn't think you were that drunk."
"How many drinks did I have?" I could only remember Chad handing me something in a tall glass. It tasted like apples...or maybe grape I don't know. I didn't remember much after the first drind. Just Jenna's lousy voice, and waking up on the black and purple conforter.
"Oh, I don't know." he said breezily "eight or nine, ten tops."
"Really? I don't remember.:..."
"It's okay babe," he inturrupted, advancing toward me. "You didn't do anything to be ashamed of, you were a good little girl. A very good little girl." and he grinned, kissing me.
"But did we...did we....you know, did we?" I asked
"I think you already know the answer to that" he said with a smile. Then he walked over to the television set and reached behind it. When his hand came out, a black lacy bra was dangling on the end of his middle finger.
"Oh. I see." I said "Dirty whore" said the voice.
"Well, you better get home pretty soon, it's already one thirty in the afternoon. You've slept all day. But then again, you had a pretty tiering night too."
The ride home was silent. It bothered me how he refused to tell me the details I needed to know. Chad always did that. He never paid attention to the details or the little things. He was always forgetting dates and inportant numbers.
I always hated to do things with him, because he never thought things through. But then again that was what I loved about him. With Chad, there was always a suprise. You never knew what you were getting into with him. He was beautiful and terrifying at the same time, and just being with him gave me a rush. That was probably the reason I didn't break up with him then. Looking back now, I wish I would have.
He called the next night and asked if I was coming over. Even if I had wanted to say no, part of me was too broken to deny him anything he wanted.
"I love you." the usual phrase floated through the mouth-piece of the phone in my hand.
"I love you too." I answered back, automatically. Exept then I knew that those words were, and always had been a lie. There really was no such thing as love.
Chapter Two
Suspicions
The found Bethany's body three days after I woke up in Chad's living room floor. The autopsy confirmed what was an obvious overdose. The tiny plastic bag lay empty and ripped at the seams on the table beside her body. Next to it was a broken lightbulb and some aluminum foil. Nobody suspected murder but me.
Bethany Mitchem was always late paying her dealers. She owed Chad three hundred for about three months. He spent every spare breath talking about how he was going to get that bitch and what would happen to her if she didn't pay. Then Beth finally showed up to pay, but she only gave him two hundred, and asked for another front.
I never knew exactly what happened, but I knew that he gave her what she wanted. I was very suprised he did that, seeing how pissed off he had been. He was even nice to her. It was very confusing, at least untill she was found dead two days later with Chad's dope lying on the table beside her body.
The day of Bethany's funeral was one I will almost surley remember forever. I asked Chad if he wanted to go with me.
"f*** no, I don't want to go see that bitch. She still owed me a hundred bucks. You think I want to go and stare at her dead body with a bunch of sobbing losers? I have other things to spend my time on baby."
I didn't tell Chad I was going to the funeral. I was afraid of what he might say or even do to me if he knew. Then again, he might not even care. That was just the way Chad was. One minute he thought one way and then the next it was like he was a completely different person. It was starting to scare me. We had been going over to his house more and more lately. And I was also waking up with no memory more and more often. Even with these things on my mind, I stayed with Chad.
Bethany was laid out in a horrible pink coffin with purple lillies painted around the lid. Everyone talks about how dead people always seem to be sleeping, but it wasn't like that with Bethany. To me, she simply looked dead. Her sunken eyes were painted and the dark circles were partially concealed by the layers of foundation upon her pale face. The cheeks were heavily rouged and it made the cheekbones stand out. Bethany looked like a dead dope addict.
It rained during the reception, and only a handfull of people attended. A thin, balding man that must have been her father was comforting a sobbing woman. Other than those two, the funeral consisted of a handfull of Beth's druggie friends and two cousins. It was so pitifull I couldn't bring myself to cry.
A week later Bethany's house was robbed. Her jewlery, her money and her stereo were all taken. That Saturday Chad bought me a new neckalace. These things on my mind, and still we stayed together.
A Night to Remember
When I woke up some time in the late afternoon on a pallet in the floor of a house I didn't recognize, I almost thought I was dreaming. It made sense though, because to tell the truth, I couldn't even remember falling asleep. I remembered the phone ringing, and Chad's soft voice on the other end of the line telling me he would be picking me up at seven. I could also remember the car ride to the party, and my friend Jenna's obnoxious voice singing to a song I didn't recognize.
"You're at Chad's place," said the little voice in my head.. "He took you here after the party. That must be what happened."
I sat up then and looked around, stretching. I noticed two things right away; I was in someone's living room floor and I wasn't wearing any pants. Just a huge jersey that I recognized vaguely. I located my jeans not far off, thrown across the sofa, but I couldn't move untill I at least found my underwear. I spotted them near the television and wrapping the black and purple comforter around me securly, I slowly made my way across the room.
Several things began running through my mind at once. Not only had I never been th Chad's apartment, but Chad and I had never slept together before, so if anything had happened I would most definately remember. But there was just this huge problem of me not knowing where I was or how I got there. The fact that I had been almost completely nude in my boyfriend's (hopefully) floor was disturbing.
I folded up the comforter in a daze and began picking up the big black pillows that littered the floor. I piled them behind the couch and then sat in the corner of the sofa with my arms around my knees, staring blankly at the wall. I sat there for what seemed like hours, waiting for Chad to come and explain everything to me.
Finally, the door opened and light flooded the dark room. He stood in the doorway, taking in everything at once.
"Sorry, I didn't think you'd be awake yet," he said. "You looked so beautiful sleeping there, I couldn't stand to wake you up," he continued, grinning.
"Wh...Where did you go?" I asked timidly. Chad's face went blank.
"To Julians" he said automatically. "He called about thirty minutes ago and said I left my wallet at the party, and so I ran over real quick to get it. I didn't think You'd wake up. I'm really sorry babe."
"It's alrigit I guess. So...um..what er, exactly happened last night?"
"You don't even remember?" Chad laughed. "Jesus, I didn't think you were that drunk."
"How many drinks did I have?" I could only remember Chad handing me something in a tall glass. It tasted like apples...or maybe grape I don't know. I didn't remember much after the first drind. Just Jenna's lousy voice, and waking up on the black and purple conforter.
"Oh, I don't know." he said breezily "eight or nine, ten tops."
"Really? I don't remember.:..."
"It's okay babe," he inturrupted, advancing toward me. "You didn't do anything to be ashamed of, you were a good little girl. A very good little girl." and he grinned, kissing me.
"But did we...did we....you know, did we?" I asked
"I think you already know the answer to that" he said with a smile. Then he walked over to the television set and reached behind it. When his hand came out, a black lacy bra was dangling on the end of his middle finger.
"Oh. I see." I said "Dirty whore" said the voice.
"Well, you better get home pretty soon, it's already one thirty in the afternoon. You've slept all day. But then again, you had a pretty tiering night too."
The ride home was silent. It bothered me how he refused to tell me the details I needed to know. Chad always did that. He never paid attention to the details or the little things. He was always forgetting dates and inportant numbers.
I always hated to do things with him, because he never thought things through. But then again that was what I loved about him. With Chad, there was always a suprise. You never knew what you were getting into with him. He was beautiful and terrifying at the same time, and just being with him gave me a rush. That was probably the reason I didn't break up with him then. Looking back now, I wish I would have.
He called the next night and asked if I was coming over. Even if I had wanted to say no, part of me was too broken to deny him anything he wanted.
"I love you." the usual phrase floated through the mouth-piece of the phone in my hand.
"I love you too." I answered back, automatically. Exept then I knew that those words were, and always had been a lie. There really was no such thing as love.
Chapter Two
Suspicions
The found Bethany's body three days after I woke up in Chad's living room floor. The autopsy confirmed what was an obvious overdose. The tiny plastic bag lay empty and ripped at the seams on the table beside her body. Next to it was a broken lightbulb and some aluminum foil. Nobody suspected murder but me.
Bethany Mitchem was always late paying her dealers. She owed Chad three hundred for about three months. He spent every spare breath talking about how he was going to get that bitch and what would happen to her if she didn't pay. Then Beth finally showed up to pay, but she only gave him two hundred, and asked for another front.
I never knew exactly what happened, but I knew that he gave her what she wanted. I was very suprised he did that, seeing how pissed off he had been. He was even nice to her. It was very confusing, at least untill she was found dead two days later with Chad's dope lying on the table beside her body.
The day of Bethany's funeral was one I will almost surley remember forever. I asked Chad if he wanted to go with me.
"f*** no, I don't want to go see that bitch. She still owed me a hundred bucks. You think I want to go and stare at her dead body with a bunch of sobbing losers? I have other things to spend my time on baby."
I didn't tell Chad I was going to the funeral. I was afraid of what he might say or even do to me if he knew. Then again, he might not even care. That was just the way Chad was. One minute he thought one way and then the next it was like he was a completely different person. It was starting to scare me. We had been going over to his house more and more lately. And I was also waking up with no memory more and more often. Even with these things on my mind, I stayed with Chad.
Bethany was laid out in a horrible pink coffin with purple lillies painted around the lid. Everyone talks about how dead people always seem to be sleeping, but it wasn't like that with Bethany. To me, she simply looked dead. Her sunken eyes were painted and the dark circles were partially concealed by the layers of foundation upon her pale face. The cheeks were heavily rouged and it made the cheekbones stand out. Bethany looked like a dead dope addict.
It rained during the reception, and only a handfull of people attended. A thin, balding man that must have been her father was comforting a sobbing woman. Other than those two, the funeral consisted of a handfull of Beth's druggie friends and two cousins. It was so pitifull I couldn't bring myself to cry.
A week later Bethany's house was robbed. Her jewlery, her money and her stereo were all taken. That Saturday Chad bought me a new neckalace. These things on my mind, and still we stayed together.
