NOTE: This chapter contains a serious subject, and isn't for young readers. You've been warned.
Chapter 2
Theresa and Frankie were still near the hallway talking and drinking. She felt like she didn't have any control over her emotions at all, and felt strangely different from how she felt twenty minutes ago.
" I- ok. Frankie.." slurs Theresa, through fits of laughter.
" Yeah, baby?" says Frankie, playing with her hair.
Theresa pulls back playfully, as he is about three inches away from her face.
" You smell like beer!" says Theresa, laughing.
" Hey, why don't we go and talk? Somewhere quiet. It's too loud out here. I think there are some empty rooms down the hall." shouts Frankie near her ear, over the music.
Theresa nods, taking another gulp of her drink. Her eyes wander the room for Ryan as Frankie begins pulling her down the hallway, but all she could make out were shapes of people.
She could feel his hand gripping tighter as he began pulling her down what seemed like an endless hallway. Theresa looked around, seeing couples kissing and touching. They all looked wasted.
Frankie opened a door to a bedroom at the end of the hallway. It was empty.
" Finally." says Frankie, shutting the door behind them.
Theresa plops down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
" You know what I wish? What I really want right now- Frankie?" says Theresa.
" What's that, baby?" says Frankie, laying down next to her and beggining to kiss the side of her face.
" I wanna fly. I wanna fly away from all of this and everyone, and just be." says Theresa.
" Mmm hmm." says Frankie, continuing to kiss her, and moving down to her neck.
Theresa closes her eyes, feeling herself slipping farther and farther away from reality. She could still feel him kissing her. All she wanted to do was leave the room, but she just didn't have the strength or the will.
Frankie shifted to his knees on the bed, and began kissing her throat from on top of her. She opened her eyes, laughing a little.
" I'm too wasted for this." says Theresa, putting her hand on her forehead.
" Shhh, just go with it. Everything's cool." says Frankie, beggining to unzip the side of her top.
" I need to go." says Theresa, groggily.
" Go where? We're at a party. Just relax." says Frankie.
" My curfew's eleven thirty." moans Theresa, putting her hand on his from unzipping the rest of her top.
He pins her hand down to the side of her, to keep her from stopping him.
" Frankie, come on." says Theresa, opening her eyes as she looks up at him.
What was happening right now? This wasn't her. She had heard all of her friends talk about this happening to them or other neighborhood girls that they knew. This was unreal.
" Frankie, stop it, alright? I have to go, seriously." says Theresa, shakily, trying to pull herself up again.
Frankie pinned her back down on the bed.
" You're not going anywhere and we're not leaving, so you may as well relax." says Frankie.
Theresa stares at the ceiling as Frankie leans down on top of her and tries to unhook her bra in the back. She struggles slightly, feeling her muscles becoming more and more unmoveable. Had he slipped her something in her drink? She knew this wasn't just the alcohol.
She tried to yell for someone. Anyone. But nothing came out. She was too tired to scream or put up a fight. She just wanted to go to sleep. That's all she wanted.
Ryan had wandered away from Eddie and the guys to get another drink. He fills his cup, glancing over to where Theresa and Frankie had been. His heart skipped a beat when they were nowhere in sight. He scanned the room, not seeing them anywhere.
He walks over to Eddie and guys, still peering around.
" Hey, have you guys seen Theresa? She was over there a second ago." says Ryan.
Eddie shrugs, looking over as he doesn't see them either.
" Maybe they left." says Ray.
" Will you shut the hell up with that shit?" snaps Eddie, drunkily.
" I was just saying-" says Ray, in his defense.
" No, they didn't leave. I would have seen them. I'll be back, I'm gonna go look for her." says Ryan, leaving the guys.
" Ryan- they're probably just in the kitchen or something, man. Chill. It's all good." says Eddie, after him.
But Ryan didn't hear him, he continued walking around trying to find them. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He knew something was very wrong and that he needed to find Theresa.
He started down the hallway, seeing one of Theresa's friends, Maria, talking to some guy in the hallway.
" Hey Maria, have you seen Theresa around?" says Ryan.
Maria laughed with the guy for a few more seconds, when she realized Ryan was standing there. She was obviously drunk.
" T-Theresa? I don't know, Ry. I think I saw her with Frankie earlier." says Maria.
" They walked past us." says the guy.
" Thanks." says Ryan, continuing to walk down the hall, peering into the rooms with open doors.
He was about to give up when he reached the end of the hallway when he saw the only shut door. He turned to leave, thinking it was locked or something. But a familiar voice stopped him. It was more like a wimpering.
He quickly put his ear to the door, listening to the people inside.
" Frankie, stop it!" mumbles Theresa, louder this time.
" Will you shutup?" says Frankie, angirly, pinning her down harder as he continues to kiss her bare stomach below her bra.
A tear falls from the side of Theresa's eye as her heart begins to race, and she finally starts realizing how much danger she was in, and gaining more of her composure back. But she was still weak. Too weak for him. She closes her eyes, trying to think of something else. Anything else. Anything to get her mind off of what was happening to her.
" Theresa?!" yells Ryan, pounding on the door.
" Get lost!" yells Frankie, from on top of Theresa.
" Ryan." whispers Theresa, slowly opening her eyes, thinking she had imagined his voice.
" Theresa! Open the door!" says Ryan, continuing the pound on the door.
He presses his ear against the door again, hearing alot of commotion.
" Get lost!!!" yells Frankie, louder this time, as he looks back at the door.
Ryan's heart began to race when he heard Frankie's voice. He hadn't heard it before because of the blaring music. He tried to open the locked door again, but had no luck.
He then started to break it down with his shoulder. Ramming into the door, over and over again. It finally swung open, as Ryan's eyes came upon Frankie on top of an almost unconcious Theresa.
" Get the hell off of her!" shouts Ryan, violently pulling him off of Theresa and throwing him against the wall of the bedroom.
Ryan punches him in the stomach, as Frankie comes back at him and punches Ryan in the face. There is a scuffle as they both fall to the floor, still fighting. Theresa slowly pulls herself up, not realizing what was happening.
She could feel herself still shaking from fear as she stood up slowly, only making it to the corner of the bedroom. She pressed her hands against the wall, turning to prop herself up on the wall. She begins zipping her shirt back up again, slinking down to the floor.
" Stop it, Ryan stop." says Theresa, barely audible.
She just sits there against the wall in the corner, watching Ryan and Frankie. All she saw were blurry shapes rapidly moving for a second, but then everything came clearly into view.
She looks down, realizing that she didn't have any pants on. Her jeans had been taken off, and her underwear was ripped.
" Omigod-" mumbles Theresa, running her hand through her hair.
She looks over, seeing her pants lying on the side of the bed. She knew what had happend now. She had become one of those girls. One of the many girls that this happend to in Chino at parties. A girl that she never wanted to be.
She wraps her arms around herself, croching down in the corner pulling her knees to her chest. She felt like she was standing outside of herself, watching all of this happening. She began to cry slowly, as her eye liner began bleeding down her cheek. She didn't even notice Ryan and Frankie scuffling anymore. She was numb to everything around her.
Ryan looks over at Theresa quickly,seeing her crouched down in the corner.He shoves Frankie away from him, getting to his feet, pulling him up. He holds him by the shirt, slamming him against thebedroomwall by the doorway.
" What the hell did you do to her?" says Ryan,pinning him against the wall.
" Nothing that she didn't ask for." says Frankie, glaring at Ryan.
" You son of a bitch!" yells Ryan, punching him as Frankie falls out of the room on the floor of the hallway.
Frankie gets to his feet, and begins running away, out of the house. Ryan's second impulse was to go after him, get Eddie and the guys, and beat the life out of him. But his first impulse always came back to her, no matter what the situation was.