Okay, a disclaimer before we begin. This is a revenge story taking place in a small college/university. All of the characters are at least 20. This story does have abuse in it; some of it is implicit because I didn't want to get too graphic for the peers that originally read it. They didn't mention having a problem, but I've made changes since then, and I know depictions of abuse can affect others. It's less than 10 parts, so if you decide to skip, you won't have to wait long.
-Rose B.
Two for the Show
1
The couch I'm sitting on is an ugly yellow, I would bet money that the color is the reason it's been relegated to the basement. The music playing in the living room upstairs is so loud I feel my bones resonating with the bass. I came down here to avoid people, but I already can't see anything but partygoers. A couple has started making out on the other side of the couch, and I don't doubt there are plenty more throughout the house. An image of me pouring the contents of my solo cup on the couple flashes in my head, but I ignore it. Hopefully, Erica had enough foresight to lock the doors of the rooms. She doesn't want less exhibitionist couples to enter. I stand up and push my way through the mob of people filling the basement, aiming for the stairs.
Not for the first time tonight, I wonder why I'm here. I didn't even want to come. I planned on having a quiet night in my room playing the online game my little sister recommended or maybe watching Netflix. I hadn't even had the chance to make the decision when Becky burst in declaring that we were going to Erica's party. I tried to convince her to let me stay at home, but she was dead set that this would make me feel better.
I step around the drunks on the stairs, and one boy who I suspect is high. If weed is being passed around, then it is definitely time for me to leave. No need for my parents to get called by some cop breaking up the party. The main floor is even worse than the basement, the music is louder, and everyone is yelling over it to be heard. Luckily, the amount of people is about the same. I navigate towards the kitchen. As soon as I find Becky, I'm going home no matter how much she begs me to stay.
I stop walking as a giggle reaches my ear. Ahead of me, through a sea of classmates, I see a couple that is no different than any other couple here. The girl is leaning against the boy in a low cut, slightly too tight shirt trying too hard to be liked. The boy has his hand on her waist, but his brown eyes keep dipping towards her shirt. The girl only encourages him by getting closer. The boy smiles in return and my lip curls. Maybe I should pour my drink on them, but it was Alec, not the girl, that deserved it.
