Chapter three: The party

Ruthie was wearing her jean mini skirt, tank top, and hoodey; she finished with the makeup and was set to go. Martin knocked on the door.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Yes" Ruthie was so excited. She went downstairs with Martin hoping her parents wouldn't object to her outfit. Luckily they didn't.

"Back by 10pm" Eric said.

"No drinking, no smoking, no experimenting; be safe!" Annie warned.

"Don't worry Mrs. Camden I'll make sure she and Paige get home by curfew" Martin assured her.

"Okay, have fun" Eric said.

"Thanks dad. Bye!" Ruthie said. They left to go get Paige and get to the party.

The house was crowded with kids, from fourteen to eighteen. It smelled of beer and smoke. The music was so loud the floors were shaking, and everyone was dancing. Ruthie and Paige quickly slipped away from Martin, and got swept up in the music and excitement. Time flew by, and Ruthie began to feel tired she searched for a clock, to find the time. She needed to sit and rest; she needed to drink something. She made her way over to the drink table.

"Is they're any soda?" she asked someone.

"No" They said yelling over the music.

"Anything without alcohol?" She asked.

"No more" They said.

"Any water?" She said impatient.

"Yeah" The guy said, pointing upstairs to the bathroom. "Go drink form the toilet like a good little Bitch" He laughed.

"Very funny" She said disgusted. She made her way towards the stairs. She felt like everyone was staring at her. She wished she knew where Paige was or Martin. She went upstairs and into the bathroom. She threw some water on her face to cool her down. She cupped her hands and had a little water she was so thirsty. She left the bathroom, she felt dizzy.

"Whoa" She said gripping the wall. She went into a bedroom and looked out the window. Someone walked in closing the door behind them, locking it. Ruthie turned around.

"Hello?" She said. Looking around it was dark she couldn't see anyone. She sat on the bed and stared out the window she was very tired. The floor squeaked and she turned around. A dark figure stood by the bed.

"Um, sorry I was just resting" Ruthie started to get up but he pushed her down. "Hey what are you doing?" She started to panic. She was too tired to fight him and he was much bigger.

"Shut up" He said. Ruthie was frightened. He forced his head on her kissing her hard on the mouth. He hiked her skirt up, pulling her panties down.

"Stop it. Get off of me!" She screamed. She tried to pull up her underwear, but he grabbed her arms holding them tightly above her head. She could feel them bruising, she whimpered in pain. "Sto-o-o-p"

"Shut it" She smacked her.

"Please!!" She cried. "No! Get off me. No!"

He climbed off her; he grabbed her by the arm and threw her off the bed. He screamed. "Don't you dare tell anyone" he stormed out of the room. She sat in the corner staring at the clock, sobbing.

She regained focus, and slowly stopped crying. 9:45 Martin must be looking for me she thought. She got up looking at her arms the bruises were starting to form. She cleaned herself up and wiped her eyes. Putting herself together she left the room and started downstairs. She could barely speak, she was afraid of crying; know one could know she thought. Know one. She walked carefully trying not to fall she was still exhausted. She spotted Martin immediately.

"Ruthie" he called. She walked towards him trying not to make eye contact and not look too suspicious. "I've been looking for you"

"Sorry I was in the bathroom" she lied.

"Well we got to go where's Paige?" Martin asked. She looked around.

"Over there" She said pointing to her. They walked over to her.

"Hey Ruthie, Martin" Paige said. She stopped dancing. "Time to go?"

"Yeah" Martin said. Ruthie started walking ahead of them. She crossed her arms, and left the party trying to forget it and what had happened. It was not that easy, nothing painful ever is.

Ruthie was home, safe in her own room. She stood in the shower scrubbing as hard as she could. Trying to scrub away the memories, the pain. She could scrub for the rest of her life and it would never go away the bruises would, but the memory wouldn't. She didn't dare close her, afraid that it would replay over again in her head forever tormenting her.