Chapter Four

…Go Wrong

"And the way Peter is always calling him a baby," Darcy muttered to herself, as he lay in her bed. "I mean, he is almost 3!"

Little Peter was sleeping next to her. Darcy touched his dirty-blond hair, rubbed his red cheeks and gently gripped his little nose. She loved her son if no else did. She thought of God, and how this child – this beautiful child – could be an abomination in His eyes.

But that was thought was impossible. God was good, and he would see goodness in Little Peter. Darcy was sure of it.

CRASH!

Darcy flung herself upright on the bed.

What was that, she pondered.

She got out the bed in an instant and took Little Peter with her. Darcy couldn't leave him there, he could roll over.

Going down the stairs, Darcy was astounded by this… party. The whole place was packed, and more and more people where coming in. Music started to play, loudly. There was laughter and screaming and a lot of talking. There was also a distinct scent in the air… alcohol.

"Where the world is Claire?" she muttered. Little Peter stirred in her arms, he was about to wake up from all this noise. Darcy massaged his back a bit, and then began searching for her little sister in the crowd.

People stared at her, some laughed and others tried to touch Little Peter. It was becoming too overwhelming. She couldn't hold on to her baby and look for Claire at the same time. Claire could be hurt. This party couldn't be her idea. Before going off to Kenya, Claire was still wearing private school clothes. Coming back, Darcy's little sister had a new hair-do and her clothes was much better, but appearance aside, personality was hard to change.

Rape changed Darcy, and as far as she knew, that didn't happen to Claire.

Darcy spotted a girl standing by herself, looking as if she was surveying the party as a whole.

"I'm sorry," Darcy said to her, "But I need your help, please."

The girl sneered at Little Peter, and said, "What."

"Could you please hold him for moment, please?"

The girl just looked at her, and then said: "Fine, give me the brat."

"Thank you so much!"

"Yeah, whatever."

Darcy smiled at her, as she gave her Little Peter.

"And your name?"

The girl gave a melodramatic smile, "Its Bianca."

Darcy nodded, and then dashed off. She needed to find Claire quick. She went to the bathroom, and the kitchen. She wasn't there. She also wasn't with the people dancing.

Then, a sudden thought came to her. Claire couldn't possibly be upstairs, could she?

Darcy, almost as if it wasn't here doing the action, rapidly looked up at the staircase.

And she saw it: Claire guiding this Goth dude to her room upstairs. Darcy gasped, the flashbacks of her mistakes, the pain it had caused, decanted into her. She couldn't let her little sister deal with the same pain...the same regrets.

"No, no, no, no!" Darcy said to herself as she pushed through the wasted teens.

Allie and Drew were dancing together when they saw Fitz, Owen and other huge guys loading in beer.

Allie shook her head. "We could get in trouble."

Drew nodded and told her he would deal with it. He ran up to Fitz at the front door. The bully was passing out the beers to everyone. The newly drunken teens praised him. The praises Fitz never had. It made him feel wanted and needed.

"Fitz," Drew said, almost anxiously, "The beer has to stop. The police could come, and most of us are underage and -"

"Listen!" Fitz shouted, and many people turned to the scene, "If you don't want to get your ass beat again, leave me alone."

Drew smirked; the nervousness was overpowered by his native pride. "Yeah, let's see how you do that without your friends around."

"You want to take this outside?"

"With pleasure."

Claire was inebriated for the first time in her life.

Eli seemed more…everything when she was intoxicated. She laughed more at his jokes, she giggled at his smiles. Eli was drunk too, and it was just his second time in his life.

Claire said, "So, that old girlfriend of yours…was she cuter than me?" The question obviously surprised her and Eli, even when they were under the influences.

When Eli answered, his words came slowly and in slurs.

"N-no," he said, "You're the most beautiful girlfriend I ever had."

Claire raised her eyebrows, "Girlfriend! Since when?"

Eli eyes were disoriented, but he came closer to her.

"Since this…" and his thin lips pressed onto hers.

It was a sweet tender kiss, it was their first kiss. And Eli released his lips; it took just a second for them to come back at it. This time, their tongues were involved. They came closer and closer to each other. Claire gripped the back of Eli's hair and gently pushed his face forward. She then got off the couch they were sitting in, and – with her legs opened – onto his laps. They faces were as close as they could possibly get.

When they stopped again, Eli put both his hands on Claire's cheek.

"Do you want to…go all the way?" he asked.

Claire had never seen him like this; so anxious and so passionate. And she certainly never had seen him look at her like that. It made her feel so special. At that moment she didn't care about her parents, her sister, her whole situation right now. Eli was the most important thing, and she didn't want to ruin it. She wanted nothing more than to make him happy.

"Yes," she said.

Claire got off his lap and led him through the masses. It wasn't long till they were in her room.

They left the lights off and closed the door; the moon's light shined in the room. Eli and Claire went on the bed. The couple stared at each other, then – then Eli began to unbutton her blouse.

Claire continued watching him. He's mysterious, she thought. Maybe doing this, maybe giving herself to him, she would understand him a bit better.

When the last button was undone, Claire took her shirt of entirely. She had a tank-top underneath and she pulled that over her head.

Eli kissed her again, as his hands wandered into her back, unlocking her bra. Claire tender breasts bounced back to place.

Eli smiled and ushered Claire closer to her, until he was lying horizontal on the bed, with her on top of him. They began making out again. Everything was perfect, until…

The door abruptly opened, and Darcy came in. She rushed to them and pushed Claire off of Eli. The topless girl landed on the ground. She tried to get up, but she was still under the influence. The fall made her so dizzy. All she was only able to sit upright, and cover her breasts with her hands.

Eli got off the bed. "What are you doing!"

Darcy was in a rampage. "Stay away from my sister, do you hear me!"

And then, she punched him.

The boy staggered backwards, he was still drunk too. The suddenness of everything was too much for him. He touched his eye, it was swollen. Blood was coming from a cut right beneath it.

Eli looked up at the girl. Who was she?

He walked to the door, never taking his eyes of this girl.

"Don't ever punch me again," he said, "or else."

"Or else what!" Darcy said, coming closer to him again. "Who are you threatening?"

She slapped him this time. And Eli was no longer puzzled by this, he was angry.

"Don't hit me!" he cried. He looked from Claire to Darcy.

"I'll kill someone because of this shit!" And with that Eli left the room and went down the stairs.