Innocence Interruptedd

Things were getting WAY out of hands, I thought, as I lingered in the most secluded corner in this crazy house. Not only was there people having sex in any room available, There were wasted ass girls dancing on table tops. My best friend, Amber, included.

I was never really one for drinking. My stomach was always to weak to handle it, well at least the one time I HAD gotten drunk. Amber, on the other hand, was a party animal. Her being popular, she always got invited to the “big” parties, where all the jocks somehow got a hold of kegs and all that drunken crap. Me, being the not so popular one, was never invited to keg parties. Actually, I was never invited to any parties. Therefore, Amber always brought me along with her.

I never really knew why me and Amber were so close, when I was a social outcast, and she was the gorgeous queen of the school, nor was I ever going to question it. Every time her other friends would diss me, she’d never let them get away with it. You’d think that if I was friends with a social butterfly, I’d spread my wings also, right? Nope. Although, I never figured out why I wasn’t all that popular, not like I cared. I wasn’t ugly. With my shoulder length raven colored silk hair, coming to my shoulders, and slightly curled at the ends, my deep black eyes, and my not too skinny, but normal weight frame, I thought I was even pretty, Just a little. Sure, other people thought I was pretty, but my self confidence wasn’t all that high. But Amber, with her long golden mane of hair, Deep sea blue eyes, and tall, slender frame, she was the perfect contender for queen bee of high school. And that’s exactly what she was. Oh, yea, and my only friend.

When I was 12, my dad died of lung cancer. I don’t really like to talk about his death, so I leave it at that. Just like I am now. So that leaves me, my mom, and my brother, Hawlin living in our stuffy two bedroom in downtown Alexandria, Virginia. My mother, who sleeps on the couch, is never home, always working at one of her two jobs, so I basically get do do whatever the heck I want. But me, Tawry Harlon, am as innocent as innocent can get. The only rebellious things I’ve ever done was get drunk once, 1 year ago at some bus t party, with amber, and sneak these 2 boys into a tent when I was 13. Amber is always trying to convince me to gwt drunk, or party on the tables, and never ending nagging me to get a boyfriend, but the truth is, why would I put even more stress on my mother than she already has?

Rain, my mother, puts so much effort into giving me and my brother a good life, I don’t want to make it worse. After my father’s death, we went broke, and my mother had a major breakdown, until she finally pulled it together. By then, we had to sale our 2 story house in a rural area near, for a cheap apartment where we now live, and she had to get two jobs, and here I am. All along the way, Amber was there for me.

My brother, being 18, is soon moving out and going to college, on scholarships and loans , of course. Talking to him is something I don’t get to do a lot. He’s never home at the times when I am.

Turning my mind back to the party, and off of my grueling past, I noticed that Amber was no long shaking her stuff on the tables. Frowning, I looked around until I spotted her, making out with a black guy in another secluded corner. I sighed, starting over to her, planning on being the designated driver once again. That is, until I felt some ones hand on my hips. They were huge, and man-like, so unless this was a she-man, there was some guy trying to grind on me, and that was not going to go down. Spinning, his hands fell from my jean clad hips, and fell loosely at his sides. Looking up into his face, I saw the person who threw my balance of more than anticipated. I stumble backwards, preparing myself to take a not so graceful landing to the ground. Before I could fall, though, the guys hands clamped tightly around my waist, preventing me from breaking my tailbone.

I quickly tore away form his grasp, getting as far away from his reach that the blaring crowd would allow. Standing before me was not only my one and only nightmare, but my one and only fear that could actually scare me to death. My brothers ex-best friend, Art, was standing right smack dab in front of me. You might be thinking, Wow, your brother’s ex-best friend, sooo scary(note sarcasm). But the one thing that made me scared of him, was the fact that only 1 year ago, when I was 15, the night I had gotten drunk, he had raped me. Well, almost. He had done everything but, and just as he was about to so the ACTUAL raping, some guest from the party had busted in, and gave me a chance to escape. After telling my brother, and of course him believing me, he disowned Art as his best friend and hadn’t talked to him since. He claimed I was willing, and I don’t remember due to the amount of alcohol I had consumed, but I distinctly remember saying no. He was good-looking, with his white blonde hair to the tip of his ear, bright green eyes, and slightly skinny body, but he wasn’t anything special, therefore, losing my virginity to him was not one thing I wished to happen. All I had intended to do was make out with him, until he pushed things to far. That was the one, and only, time I had ever kissed a guy.

I had thought that was in the past once he had vowed not to bother me again, until now……