When The Going Gets Tough

Saturday Nights Nightmare

Jackson POV 

As I was in the living room left dancing with Tiffany and Gemma, Polly comes back 

"where's alex?"I asked 

"so I left her in the queue it was crazy long" she smiles and says. she then starts dancing with her friends slowly grinding back as the music goes on getting closer and closer to me, I keep glancing to the hall where I can see the bottom of the staircase keeping an eye out for Alex.

" is she ok?" I ask Polly 

"yeah" she goes " she'll be fine don't worry about it" I start to feel a little uneasy I wonder what's taking so long polly notices me checking the stairs 

“oh stop it should be fine It was a really long queue” she said,  she grabs my hand twirling underneath it doing weird bedroom eyes I guess it works on other guys because I can see them standing around for her attention however I am less than impressed, while we're dancing a guy comes up to Polly 

"Are you sure that she was really into me” he asks 

“yes brent, i told you, when have I ever start steered you wrong” polly says letting go of my hand, she wonders off towards the kitchen with this Brent Guy and I'm half intrigues to follow to find out what's going on but this is my chance to go and find Alex.

I make my way towards the hall and then head for the stairs I see a bathroom with a long queue but don't see Alex in it, so I go to the girl at the front

 “hey do you know if it's Alex in there?” 

“ no it's my mate Abbey” she giggles. 

"have you seen Alex at all?” I asked.

 “sorry I don't know an Alex" she says " I think there's another bathroom upstairs I heard someone saying"

 " thanks" I mutter. I head further along the corridor hoping to find a staircase upstairs when I notice a girl from our English class, I can't remember what her name is but at least she will know who Alex is, I approach the girl with the unnaturally straight black hair 

 " hey have you seen Alex around?" I asked, 

" alexxxx um which Alex" she replies trying to who are referring to.

 " alexandra she sits in front of me in English". 

" oh right ok yeah sorry I've not heard anyone call her Alex before, yeah I saw her go down that corridor and turn left there with some guy, thinking about it the guy came back and went downstairs but I didn't see Alex come back" she says 

" brilliant thanks, I'll catch you later" I say as a rush off in the direction she's just pointed. I find the opening where she pointed and I see a small staircase in front of me, bingo! I head up the stairs and end up in a corridor I can't see any queue for a toilet " ALEX" I shout, well if i wasn't worried before I definitely am now, no answer. Frappe where can this girl be. Sorry I'm just gonna have to start opening doors open the first door on the left and it just looks like a guest room with no occupants, I close the door and head to the next one definitely not opening I hear a cough from the opposite side of the hall, I go to the door on the opposite side an open it at first I don't see anything but then I hear the little cough again, I switch the light on and I see Alex lying on the bed " there you are what the hell have you been?" I asked, but I don't get a response I put my hand on her forehead and check her pulse at the wrist, she seems a little warm but the heart rate seems ok not that I'm an expert but my uncle showed me a few things at the surgery. I try and remember what your supposed to do to wake someone up, I pinch her arm and she giggles, I'm pretty sure that's not a normal response I wonder if she's drunk or if she's taking something else. I try to sit her up but she's basically a dead weight. I notice an adjoining ensuite, I rush in looking for some strong cologne. I find some sample bottles on the side this place is decked out like a little bloody Hotel how ridiculous, I pull off the lid, the first one smells a bit like vanilla, I need something stronger, so open the next one, god yeah that should do it. I take it back into the bedroom under her nose, she starts coughing but then opens her eyes, " hey 47 where have you been?" she asks and then giggles. What the hell. " do you know where you are?" I asked. " I'm not sure" she says " is this your bedroom?" she asks this time she has a full on fit of giggles.

As this line of questioning was getting nowhere I realise I just need to get her out of here. " can you walk?" I ask, she starts to sit herself up, at some point I don't know when I Crouched next the bed so I could talk to her while she was still lying down, now she's sat up and she is looking down at me, she slowly moved her hand towards my head and starts running her fingers through my hair " your hair so soft" she says " I like stroking your hair". This doesn't seem like a drunk response, now I just need to find out whether she took it voluntarily or not because I really didn't think she was the type. I stand up and take her arm and help her up aswell.

" where are your shoes?" I question, " are they not on my feet" she looks down " noooo my beautiful shoes, where are you?" she stars to try and look around sounding genuinely deviated, we find them on the other side of the bed.

 "was someone else in here with you" I say

 " yes he was going to show me where the bathroom was, wait I don't think I've been to the bathroom yet!" she exclaims.

I help her a walk to the bathroom, she could probably walk on her own but she's a bit wobbly.

 " do you need a hand?" I asked sheepishly not really sure what it is I could give her a hand with. 

" I'm all good" she giggles again. I let her hand take hold of the sink and shut the door two, I stand so she has some privacy, I hear some clattering around, and then here a pained quiet squeal. I have to stop myself rushing in

 " are you ok?" I say ready to help her any moment. 

" I think so" she says deadpan. A few moments later she flushes the toilet and I hear the tap run.

I go in the bathroom and she's accidentally tucked her dress into her pants I'm about to say something when she turns and I can clearly see dried blood which is dribbled down her leg. 

" are you sure you're ok?" I say, she turns and she smiles 

" yeah, I think I need to lie down, can we go now?" I smile at her,

 " can I just do one thing, I'm not trying to be pervy" I reach forward without touching her inappropriately, and pull her skirt out of her pants. She just laughs and laughs

 " how embarrassing" she giggles.

I get her downstairs to the car without much incident and without drawing attention, last thing she's going to want is people on gossiping about this monday morning.

I drive to her place and carrying her bag so take a key unlock the door, by now she's just very sleepy and murmuring not really making any sense, I lie her on the bed, put her on her side in case she throws up. I head to the far side of the room and take out my phone and dial my aunt Lizzy.

After 2 Rings she answers "everything okay Jackson?" she ask

 " I'm not sure, I think there might have been some Foul Play towards Alex, is there anyway to check that without going to the police or doctors?" I asked

 " jackson can't you just ask her?" She replies 

" no I think she's been drugged, can you come round give me a second opinion and tell me what you think I should do? It's literally 3 minutes from the house walking"

After a short pause she says " fine give me the address". I give her the Address and Iwait downstairs for her to arrive, within 5-minutes she's there looking crossed between annoyed and concerned, I put my finger over my lips to indicate we should be quiet looking at the main house, I don't want to attract any attention from her uncle, leading her upstairs I see alex is still lying on the bed. Lizzy indicates for me to go and stand outside or at least at the bottom of the stairs. I wait for about 10-minutes, every bone in my body demands that I head upstairs and see if she's okay. During that 10 minutes I do hear some talking and some moving around, just when I think I can't stand it any longer " you can come up now Jackson" my aunt says.