CASY

This party's boring as hell.

Well, actually no, it's not precisely boring, but I am bored and wanna go the hell out of here. I always hated parties, but between the alcohol, the music and the hot guys the hatred faded away, but tonight... I can't enjoy myself and I know why, I'm just not brave enough to admit it.

I walk into the bathroom and close the door. I look for my cell phone and... What the fuck? Where is it? Oh my fucking God, where the fuck is my fucking phone?

I'm sure I put it in the back pocket of my jeans, but now it's not there. Why is it not there?! Oh God. I'm getting really desperate.

I go out of the bathroom and start looking for my phone. I check the floor, hoping it has fallen out of my pocket, but if that's the case, I'm positive someone would have stepped on it and crashed it. Besides, the floor... is fucking disgusting. There's barf everywhere and alcohol all over it. But I'm not one to judge, since I'm tipsy right now and just a few months ago I was the one throwing up on this very same house.

I try to get past the people dancing and kissing, trying to make it out to the door, in the meantime someone hands me a cup of beer and I take it. I frown and look around-the smell here is nauseating.

I'm near the door when I bump into someone and spill my drink on... no fucking way... no... no... Am I seeing well? Or is the alcohol fucking with me?

She can't be here. She can't fucking be here. Fuck!

I wanted her to stay away from this house, but she didn't, instead she came here! And how the hell did she find out about this party, anyway?

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I ask, angry and stressed because nothing goes my way. Never.

"What am I doing here? Isn't it obvious?" she asks, clearly annoyed by what I just said.

And after saying that last thing, I see it happen.

Suddenly my worst nightmare comes true.

He smirks and we make eye contact and just by the look in his eyes I know what he's done and what he's about to do.

He slides down her nose a napkin. He covers her mouth with one hand and with the other he grabs her by the waist. Hannah's eyes fall shut and he drags her towards a room... and I know what room. He stops for a moment and faces me, while getting something out of his pocket and when he throws my phone towards me... I immediately know what happened and my eyes fill with tears as I blame myself for witnessing the whole thing and not doing shit.

To be continued...