A/N: This story takes place after Shout. Some of the details might be a bit off, because Shout is one of Degrassi episodes that I missed this season. I really wanted to write about Paige though, cuz there is no love for her! She's the best! Anyway... I hope you guys enjoy.. Please review and leave suggestions, but don't be totally rude :D This chapter is sorta short and not much happens, but the next chapters will be better!
Paige's alarm clock jangled. "Ugh.... I just fell asleep five minutes ago, I swear.." she mumbled. Slowly, she got out of bed and walked into her bathroom. She looked in the mirror and her mouth dropped. She was still in her clothing from the night before.. and her makeup was smeared all over her face. Suddenly all the events of the night before came back to her. Sitting upstairs with Dean, trying to avoid Spinner. Kissing Dean. Dean turning off the lights. Dean ignoring her protests. Now she felt sick. Taking deep breaths she sat on the egde of the bathtub. *Keep it together Michalchuk..* she said to herself. It didn't work. Her eyes welled up with tears. She cautiously tip-toed downstairs, checking to see if her parents were home. She didn't hear any noise but she wanted to be sure. On the counter there was a note.
Paige,
We went to the Carlton's wedding!
We should be back tonight, around 3:00 AM!
If you want to invite Hazel or someone to sleep over,
that's fine, but NO parties!
Love,
Mom and Dad
Finally Paige let her tears spill over. She had really liked Dean. How could he do that to her? What kind of guy would rape her? Slowly, she walked up the stairs and walked into the shower. All she wanted to do was cleanse herself. She felt dirty and disgusting and slutty and she just wished she'd stayed home Saturday. Or that she went with Spinner to the party. *Spinner.. Oh my god.. I abadoned him for Dean? That has to be the worst mistake I've ever made. God, I'm such a bitch..* she thought to herself. She sat down in the corner of the shower, and started to cry.
15 minutes later Paige got out of the shower. If she could have, she would have stayed in all day, but the last thing she needed was her parents to get mad at her too. She went into her room and threw on a pair of sweat pants and a white tank top. She tied her hair up in a messy flippy bun and left her face bare. When she looked in the mirror, she was surprised at how young and innocent she looked. But of course... her innocence was gone. At that thought, she burst into a fresh batch of tears. On top of everything she had to go to school tomorrow too. Sighing, she grabbed her oldest teddy bear, Mr.Mookie and tried to block out all thoughts of the previous night. But as her eyes flickered towards her outfit from the party, a new, more upsetting thought crossed her mind. *Face it Michalchuk.. with an outfit like that.. you were just asking to be raped, you slut. It's all your fault.* "No!" she yelled out loud. "It's... it's.. not my fault! I said no! I said no!". Her inner voice still nagged her. *You kissed him, you kissed him and you liked it. You went upstairs with him. You dressed like a slut. You are a slut. You totally screwed yourself over, and it's all your fault. Stop feeling sorry for yourself!* Paige burst into louder sobs. It was all true. She did do all that. And there was no way she could ever tell anyone what happened. Never.
Paige's alarm clock jangled. "Ugh.... I just fell asleep five minutes ago, I swear.." she mumbled. Slowly, she got out of bed and walked into her bathroom. She looked in the mirror and her mouth dropped. She was still in her clothing from the night before.. and her makeup was smeared all over her face. Suddenly all the events of the night before came back to her. Sitting upstairs with Dean, trying to avoid Spinner. Kissing Dean. Dean turning off the lights. Dean ignoring her protests. Now she felt sick. Taking deep breaths she sat on the egde of the bathtub. *Keep it together Michalchuk..* she said to herself. It didn't work. Her eyes welled up with tears. She cautiously tip-toed downstairs, checking to see if her parents were home. She didn't hear any noise but she wanted to be sure. On the counter there was a note.
Paige,
We went to the Carlton's wedding!
We should be back tonight, around 3:00 AM!
If you want to invite Hazel or someone to sleep over,
that's fine, but NO parties!
Love,
Mom and Dad
Finally Paige let her tears spill over. She had really liked Dean. How could he do that to her? What kind of guy would rape her? Slowly, she walked up the stairs and walked into the shower. All she wanted to do was cleanse herself. She felt dirty and disgusting and slutty and she just wished she'd stayed home Saturday. Or that she went with Spinner to the party. *Spinner.. Oh my god.. I abadoned him for Dean? That has to be the worst mistake I've ever made. God, I'm such a bitch..* she thought to herself. She sat down in the corner of the shower, and started to cry.
15 minutes later Paige got out of the shower. If she could have, she would have stayed in all day, but the last thing she needed was her parents to get mad at her too. She went into her room and threw on a pair of sweat pants and a white tank top. She tied her hair up in a messy flippy bun and left her face bare. When she looked in the mirror, she was surprised at how young and innocent she looked. But of course... her innocence was gone. At that thought, she burst into a fresh batch of tears. On top of everything she had to go to school tomorrow too. Sighing, she grabbed her oldest teddy bear, Mr.Mookie and tried to block out all thoughts of the previous night. But as her eyes flickered towards her outfit from the party, a new, more upsetting thought crossed her mind. *Face it Michalchuk.. with an outfit like that.. you were just asking to be raped, you slut. It's all your fault.* "No!" she yelled out loud. "It's... it's.. not my fault! I said no! I said no!". Her inner voice still nagged her. *You kissed him, you kissed him and you liked it. You went upstairs with him. You dressed like a slut. You are a slut. You totally screwed yourself over, and it's all your fault. Stop feeling sorry for yourself!* Paige burst into louder sobs. It was all true. She did do all that. And there was no way she could ever tell anyone what happened. Never.