Opening my eyes, I felt confused, dazed and my eyes couldn’t focus properly. I felt like I was travelling in a car, but the more I tried to focus the more it hurt my head. The more I tried to open my eyes, the more it felt like the lights were burning my retina’s. I kept trying to sit up, but my body felt like a sack of potatoes, like I couldn’t lift myself up. I was slurring words trying to put them together. All I could mange to mutter was,
“Where am I?” I didn’t even know who I was talking too,
“It’s okay Emily, the party is over, I’m driving you home.” It was Coles voice,
I felt weird, how did I get into his car, I couldn’t even remember,
“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine, you accidentally drank my drink. Triple shot of bourbon and it knocked you on your a*s” He said laughing,
“What do you mean? I don’t drink alcohol Cole” I slurred,
“Well, you did tonight, Don’t you remember?” he asked me
“Remember what?” I questioned him still fighting to open my eyes,
“Well-You broke up with me, then you drunk and told me to take you home. So I’m taking you home” He said calmly,
“Okay good. I don’t feel well anyways” I struggled putting the words together. My head was pounding,
“You’ll be fine in a few hours,” He said bluntly,
I closed my eyes and woke up to Cole tapping my leg and shaking me saying;
“Your home now Emily, Go have a shower and go to bed. You’ll be fine tomorrow.”
I still felt a little dizzy, but I still managed to get out of the car and make my way into the house. I used the doorways and walls to guide me. Everything was still spinning and swirling around me. So I slowly made my way to my room, making sure I crept past my parents room extra quietly. I didn’t want to wake them up, and I didn’t want them worrying about me. Everything was dazed as I struggled to make my way to my room, using the walls to guide me. Flopping down on my bed my eyes shut instantly.
I woke up hot sticky, and sweaty. My head had finally stopped spinning, but I had a horrible headache. I had no recognition of what happened last night, so I decided to grab my phone. Digging through my bag I grabbed it out and tried to unlock it. It took a few tries before I realised, it had gone dead. I grunted and put it on charge so I could turn it on.
As soon as it powered up a heap of notifications came through. As soon as I moved around it made me feel like I was going to spew. I remember Cole telling me I had gotten drunk, but I couldn’t remember actually drinking. It wasn’t something that interested me-alcohol.
I checked the time and it was after lunch, my stomach felt weird. I was hungry, but the thought of food made it churn. If this is how a hangover feels, then I don’t know why people get drunk. What a horrible feeling, I thought to myself.
Laying in bed I decided to flick through my phone for a little while, I was busting to go to the toilet, but I didn’t really want o move just yet. So I started scrolling through the notifications I had. Suddenly something caught my eye, someone had, uploaded a heap of pictures from the Paddock Party, so I decided to look through them.
Most of them were of pictures of people sitting together, drinking together and having fun. After flicking through a couple dozen one of the caught my eye. In the background was me, I had my head down, the buttons at the top of my dress were undone, my dress was puckered up and Cole was carrying me. I looked like I was unconscious, like I was asleep and Cole was half dragging me. Why couldn’t I remember everything from last night? I remember fighting with Colin, and sitting down to talk-then nothing.
I kept flicking through the phones and another one caught my eye, so I zoomed in more. Colin was standing with another chick under his arm, he looked like he was leaning in to kiss. What the f**k? Was the first thing I thought. My stomach was twisted, I had a horrible feeling, like my insides were knotted. I was planning to ring Colin and ask him who she was. But first I needed to go to the toilet.
I stood up and instantly felt off balanced, like my head was tilted and gravity was pulling me back down. Standing still for a minute helped everything go back into focus, so I slowly made my way to my ensuite. Sitting on the toilet for a couple of minutes, I felt too tired to even move. Everything was confusing, I felt complete drained.
As I wiped myself, I felt pain around the outside of my v****a. For some reason I looked down at the wet toilet paper and noticed there was light blood on it. I don’t know why there was blood. My period had finished a few weeks ago, I wasn’t due for a few more weeks-How strange.
I decided to have a nice warm shower and then I was going back to bed. Sitting on the loop in the shower I was trying hard to remember thing from the night before, but I couldn’t. I felt sick the stomach, something felt-wrong. I decided I was going to ring Colin when I got out, I had a few questions I wanted to ask him.
Climbing back in to bed, I picked my phone up and dialled Coles number, it rang a few out. So I rang again,
“Yeah, What do you want?” He answered it abruptly, he sounded angry,
“Uh Cole? It’s me, Emily” I stuttered awkwardly
“Yeah, I know who it it. Your name come up on my phone. What do you want? Are you ready for round two?” He asked snuggly, as he chuckled.
What was is he talking about? What was with his attitude? His voice sounded nasty and callous. I don’t know why he was speaking to me like this. I felt so confused, and what did he mean by round two? What was round one? Why was he laughing? I had so many questions, and my brain was hurting,
“What the f**k happened last night Colin? What did you do to me?” I growled through the phone,
“Nothing you didn’t want Emily. You loved it” His voice was so heartless and smug,
“What the f**k does that mean? That’s not a answer Cole!” I snapped,
“You broke up with me Emily! I put up with your s**t and waited over six months for you to sleep with me! So last night I made sure you went through with it. ” His words were heartless, there was no emotion, no regret- no feeling at all,
I understood every word he was saying, Colin r***d me last night. He must of drugged me, because I cant remember any of it. He knew I wouldn’t drink alcohol, so he had to of drugged me. There was no way I would loose my virginity to him willingly!
“You r***d me you f*****g piece of s**t!” I screamed at him, my hands began to shake uncontrollably. How could he do this to me, and sound some calm?
“You cant call it r**e Emily. You didn’t exactly fight me, and you never said no” He chuckled sadistically, “And if you think about trying to go to the police, I’ll make your life hell. You know my family’s rich.” He sounded so heartless and smug.
Before I even had a chance to say anything back, he hung up in my ear.