Posted by: DIYwriting | March 10, 2021

Dread

“I am not going.  I am not doing this.  I don’t care what you say.”  I crossed my arms and stopped short of stamping my feet. 

“What is the big deal?  It’s just a party.”  Jennifer continued to straighten her hair, not looking at me. 

“Scott will be there and I don’t feel comfortable after what happened last time.  I can’t believe you want to go to a party with him.  Especially one at his house.” 

“You really aren’t going to go with me?”  Jennifer didn’t even glance in my direction as she asked.  She knew what my answer was and was hoping to make me feel guilty about it.  “You are really making me go alone?” 

“Yes.  I can’t believe you’re even asking me to go after what happened last time.”  I turned on my heel and left the room.  I tried to convince myself I was going to read a book or do something productive while she was gone, but didn’t have  

I heard the front door slam and knew Jennifer had left without saying goodbye.  She hated showing up to parties by herself, but I’m sure she could find someone else to walk in with.  Scott had nearly choked me the last time I was at a party with him solely based on the fact I would undress in front of him and three other guys. 

When a text woke me up at three in the morning, I didn’t have any doubts about what had happened. 


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