A/N: Let me first give a huge thanks to the-fraulein and bohemiancane04 for reviewing! Woot! And here's your virtual cookies: (::) They're chocolate chip, lol. I'll give you 2 virtual cookies if you guess what kid's TV show I stole the first part of the last chapter from! This next chapter was actually supposed to be in Before it all Began, kind of, but I'm abandoning that story, and it fit in well here, so here it is. This chapter is kind of different from the last one, and shorter, so be prepared. REVIEW!
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Chapter 2: Such is Life (Mimi)
It's 11 o'clock at night, and I have vague memories of when I shimmied through my bedroom window to sneak out to Tawny Lockhart's end of school (and sophmore year) party earlier tonight. My brain has already been filled with way too many chemicals but, such is life. And Darryl, my current boyfriend, is here too...god, he's so awesome. But so is Darryl's cousin, Luis, who's nineteen and here at the party too. Of course, I could never actually tell Darryl that I have a crush on his cousin, because then he'd break up with me right then and there, and then I wouldn't have a boyfriend. Besides, Tawny told me that she has a crush on Luis too. Figures. Oh well. This is a rocking party, anyway. Man, Tawny sure throws good parties. And her parents are away on business, too, so we all have the entire house to ourselves. There's so many people here, too. Lacey, Tawny's older sister, goes to the local community college and bought all the alcohol for us. Lacey also invited a bunch of her friends from college to the party too. It's really a joint party for both Tawny and Lacey, which is great. So what if I'm completely smashed? It doesn't really matter. I'm having a great time anyway.
I don't know what time it is. Who cares? I just had some great sex with Luis. Yes, that Luis, Darryl's cousin. And I don't really give a damn that I'm completely cheating on Darryl right now with his cousin. I doubt I'll remember this in the morning. Good thing Darryl didn't find out. He'd kill me... But Luis won't say anything, no. He said that he liked me, too, which I didn't suspect. I mean, he's nineteen. But he's Darryl's cousin, so he's just as good as Darryl, in fact, he's better. Better than ever. And now I have to brag brag brag in front of Miss Tawny Peterson about my time with Luis while I still remember it. Secretly, of course, so Darryl doesn't find out. But Tawny will be jealous of me, yes she will. And for once I will come on top, instead of her, even though she has Rick Jackson, the quarterback of the football team, as her boyfriend.
It's extremely early in the morning, I know that, but everyone is still awake, of course. The pulsating rhythm of the loud music from Tawny's huge boom box is starting to get to me. It's so loud that I can't hear Darryl coming up to me. He looks angry... shit, he must have found out about me and Luis. But I never told anyone, except Tawny...who must have told everyone else at the party, by the looks I'm getting. That bitch. Darryl's more drunk than I am tonight, which is surprising, I usually outdrink him. In a split second he pushes me into the wall, and it's as if the music has stopped, but it hasn't. Everyone in the room has just gone completely silent for a moment.
"You little slut!" he shouts, "You whore! I hate you, bitch."
"Darryl... no." I say in a weak apology, but it's too late for that.
His punch seems to go towards my face in slow motion. But as soon as his fist meets my face, I am met with such an excruciating pain that I fall to the ground. I'm falling, falling onto the floor of Tawny's living room. Onto the hardwood floor of Tawny's living room, and as soon as my head meets the floor, my eyes close.
And then it all went black.
According to the digital clock, it's 3:17 in the morning. Digital clock? What? My head hurts really bad, and I'm in the backseat of someone's car. Then I struggle to remember the events of this past night...Tawny's party...sex with Luis... Darryl...Oh, Darryl. We are through for sure now. Damn. Of course, I did sleep with his cousin, but that's beside the point. He didn't have to fucking punch me, though. Bastard. I still don't know whose car I'm in, though, but they know me enough to drop me off at my house. I start to thank them, and then I decide that it's better if I don't, considering the fact that I threw up in the backseat of their car.
I then realize that I have to open up my bedroom window from the outside to get into my house, because I snuck out in the first place and have no key. Fuck. I manage to get the window open, but I think I woke up my younger sister in the process.
I make my way to the bathroom and proceed to throw up everything that I had this past night. I hope to god no one hears me. I'll be dead for sure. Then I go up to the mirror and try to wash off my face in hopes that no one will ask if I was out anywhere tonight. But someone is bound to ask about my face. Shit.
I stumble into my bedroom, hoping sleep will come soon. In the morning I will wonder why I have a bruise on my face. Oh well. Such is life.
