A Simple Rave
"So are you going to the big party at Rob's tonight?" Isis asked Otto. (NOTE: Isis is Twister's girlfriend.)
Otto thought for a minute. "I don't know. Why, are you and Twist going?"
"Of course! Anybody who is anybody is going!" she exclaimed.
Twister walked back to the table. "Who says I am going? All there is gonna be there is a bunch of preps and rich shoobies!" said Twister, frustrated. Why does she include me in everything, he thought.
"Of course you're going, right?"
Twister really didn't know what to say. He had just started going out with Isis a week ago, and he didn't want to ruin things now. "I guess so." Twister reluctantly gave in.
"Yay! Otto, you could bring Sunny with you. Please, why don't you come with us? The more, the merrier!"
"I'll ask her, but I won't promise anything," replied Otto. He didn't know if Sunny would accept the invitation or not. She wasn't too fond of parties.
"So will you go with me to Rob's party tonight?" Otto asked Sunny. He heard her sigh into the receiver. "Otto, you have never been to one of his parties. Trust me, you wouldn't want to go," she said sadly, as if she was hiding something.
"Sunny, baby, it's just a party. What could go wrong with a little dancin' and some talkin' with friends?"
Sunny was silent for a moment. "Otto, do you have any idea what goes on at these parties?"
"Um, no. But it can't be that bad. Why? What was wrong when you went to one?"
Sunny sighed again, and didn't say anything.
"You can tell me," Otto said.
"OK, I'll tell you."
Otto listened carefully.
"See, me and Rob used to have a thing for each other last year, when we were sophomores. We used to go out, and he was a good guy then. But now, it's different. You see, he wasn't so popular back then, but he was sweet. And when I broke up with him…" she stopped.
"What happened? Why did you break up with him?"
She was silent again. "When he threw a party, a bunch of people came. A bunch of bad people, Otto. They brought drinks with them, and drugs, and everything else. And then, they dared him to drink a beer, and he did. And then he drank another, and another. He got drunk, and he went crazy on me."
Oh my God, thought Otto.
She stuttered on. "He tried to hit me, but some of my friends held him off of me. The next day I broke up with him. And now he's an alcoholic. He hated me from then on. I don't know why, when it was his fault."
Otto felt horrid. "So you're scared to go?"
"No, I just don't want to go through that again."
"I see." Otto was mad now. "I'm going. I'm not going to start anything. I want you to go, and if that guy tries to mess with you, I am going to kick his butt!"
"No!" Sunny screamed, "You can't!" Will Otto go to the party and kick butt, or will he get his butt kicked? Find out next in, "Broken Bottles."