Fair warning to everyone; this is going to be the chapter with a rape flashback. So if this is a theme you are uncomfortable with, you should skip this chapter.
Gemsofformenos: "And parents-free home, party and alcohol are almost ever combined with bad ideas, I guess." Lmao I'm gonna have to explain where his parents are one of these chapters tho. "But I also think that the level of bad decisions up to disgusting or criminal ones or the way someone acts, when she/he is drunk is often linked with the character of one person in general." Oh I agree there. Like Jet was already a creep, the alcohol just brought that out. Chan already has trouble controlling his anger, the drinks just bring that out. And Azula is already sad so in this fic, if she got drunk, she'd probably just cry a lot lol. "If you're an a**hole without alcohol, you'll probably a really big one with it." Basically. Like TyLee, if she were to get drunk I feel like she'd be a happy kind of silly drunk. Like you said, it's one thing to do something like try to grill a baseball or act like a cat when drunk and another to sicker things like the stuff Jet does. One is acceptable and forgivable the other is straight up vile.
"Just like I feared, thing getting really worse for Katara. Jet is dangerous and the way, she started to feel as she was nipping at her drink makes my alarm bells ringing. The way you have build up his character makes it possible, that he has put her something in her drink." He did. The chapter title 'R2' was a reference to the slang for a drug. "If Jet or anyone else had put her something in her drink, she'll be in danger even without Jet trying to force her to do things she doesn't want to." Exactly, in the case of drink spiking, everything at a part can become dangerous. "A turning point indeed for a lot of them but not for good." Pretty much, the party is an awful event for all of them. Thank you again, and good luck with your writing as well!
It was happening again and it was her fault. She should have just waited to go to the bathroom. "Katara!" She called. But her voice was just one of many at that party. It was a lost voice. She didn't have time to panic, but she was getting more and more anxious by the second. There were way too many faces and she was looking for one…technically two.
Just how the hell was she supposed to find Katara. Texting her was coming up empty. She found herself shaking, wishing that she had let Katara come into the bathroom with her. As irrational as that sounded, she could have just told Katara to face the other way.
The only thing TyLee had going for her was that she had managed to snag Sokka's number during one of her conversations with Katara earlier on in the week. Even so, the man wasn't answering and it was pissing her off. A task that wasn't, by any means, easy to manage.
TyLee rubbed her hands over her face. How could she have let this happen?
No, not happen.
Not yet.
She still had time.
She took a deep breath, now wasn't the time for panic or for an episode. Now was the time to save someone else from ever having to deal with those things. It was time to be a braver girl than she had been. She clenched her fists and tugged Chan around to face her. "Where's Jet?"
Chan laughed. "Baby face has some bite."
His friends laughed, Usha the loudest. TyLee was seconds away from knocking her out, she couldn't imagine it would be too hard to fight her with her drunkly stumbling about.
"Where. The fuck. Is. Jet?" TyLee growled. A sound she never realized she was capable of making.
Chan's face sobered some, "I have no idea. I don't keep track of him. Why?"
"Like you'd care." TyLee scoffed. She didn't have time to toy with him. It would be nice to get some muscle on her side but she couldn't imagine Chan taking her nor the situation seriously. No one seemed to take her seriously.
"Hey, wait a minute!"
But she was already storming off. She looked at her phone and typed another urgent message to Sokka. And then one to Suki. Finally, she received an answer. A simple, 'what's going on?' To which she only told him that Katara was in trouble. She would have a decent earful for him later.
She took another shuddering breath, tears were welling in her eyes. Because it was happening again and it was all the same.
.oOo.
Her breathing was shallow and her world was foggy.
She thought she was at a party.
She squinted the lights were much too bright for her. So she squeezed her eyes shut. Her breathing seemed so loud in her own ears. She could barely make out the shuffling noises from across the room. There were voices.
Three she thought.
She was shivering, her cheeks were wet, it took her a moment to realize that she was crying.
Everything was so muddled she was finding it hard to get her thoughts together. She was there, she was awake, but she was distant. She didn't feel like she was awake.
"Come on man…" spoke one voice. Whoever he was, he was speaking in snippets "This is…" "no I'm not going to…" "no, man…" "completely fucked up…"
She didn't know exactly what this messed up thing was.
"Just help me tie…" That voice TyLee knew well enough. It was Jet.
"No, man!" Said the other. Now she recognized the voice. It was Ruon-Jian. She didn't know how she hadn't recognized his voice, Azula was constantly with him. She wondered if Chan was nearby.
"I swear…" Her focus wavered again. "better not say anything." The harder she fought for it the more distant she seemed to grow. "You have no idea what I can do, if you…"
Her body convulsed.
"Shit!" Jet hissed.
"I can't…"
The world fell into blackness. She didn't know if it was the panic or the drugs. She thought that it could have been a combination of both. But she was glad that she had passed out because she woke to the sight of her clothes lying haphazardly on the floor. Her underwear had been discarded next to her.
And she screamed.
She was unbound once more.
But she screamed because there was nothing else she could do.
It didn't matter that she could move freely. Nor that she could leave the room at any time because the damage had already been done. As far as everyone else was concerned, she'd just be another girl who had sex at a party and regretted it.
Her screams mixed with wails because she was a poms girl.
She was a peppy, ditzy poms girl.
She was exactly the type of person everyone expected to have party sex and regret it. But that wasn't it, that wasn't how it had happened at all. So she let herself lay limp on the floor and weep.
Was Azula looking for her? Was Mai worried? She should look for them. She should tell them. Maybe they would believe her. Or maybe Azula would make fun of her with a, "choose the wrong guy?" Maybe Mai would tell her that she shouldn't be such an attention whore all the time. Still she should find them.
Suddenly the thought of being around them was daunting. She couldn't be around them because that would mean she would have to be around him. They wouldn't believe her because they both like him…
But maybe they wouldn't if they knew.
She should tell them…
She should get out of that room.
But her legs felt like jelly and her feet refused to coordinate with each other. So she slumped against the bed post. She wished she had the strength to get dressed. She let out another choked sob. It wasn't supposed to have happened like this. The party was supposed to be fun.
Where was her phone?
Somebody had to be worried.
She looked for her jacket. She found it laying on the other side of the room as though Jet had tossed it as far as he could. She dug through the pocket. She did have texts. A whole string of them were from Azula; 'Ty, where are you?' and 'Ty?' Followed by, 'TyLee, I have to take Mai home, her mother is getting…well you know Mai's mother.' And then, 'Alright, I'll be back in an hour or so…'
And suddenly she didn't want to talk to the two of them at all. They had left her when she needed them. She was furious at both of them. At Mai for wanting to go home. And, more so, at Azula for assuming that there was nothing wrong. TyLee had never ignored her before! She should have known…
They should have looked.
But they left her…
.oOo.
They had left her, but she wouldn't leave Katara. She shoved through a cluster of people, each offering their own offended outbursts, but she didn't have time for that nonsense. In fact, the more attention she attracted the better.
And it occurred to her, she was looking in the wrong places. Jet was a handsome boy. A strong boy. But he was a stupid oaf. She broke from the crowd. A stupid oaf, indeed. The kind of idiot who would return to the scene of the crime.
She drew her phone from her pocket, flipping it into camera mode. Maybe everyone thought she was air-headed, the kind that ought to dye her hair bleach blonde and get ridiculously tan. But she knew that she wasn't and it was time to prove that.
It was time to face her traumas…
She balled her fists and put her ear to the door.
"It didn't have to happen this way." His voice was velvety and twistedly seductive. "All you had to do was say yes, then we could have had a nice date without all of this struggling."
Carefully she picked the lock. She pulled her phone out, thankful that he was so invested in his sick task. She hit record. She wanted to do more, but she knew that she didn't have the strength to attack him. The least she could do was get solid evidence.
She had at least a minute of him pulling off Katara's shirt. Katara who was out cold. A minute and thirty seconds and she clenched her teeth because she promised that she wouldn't let something like that happen again.
She turned the camera off and hid her phone away inside the vase, she couldn't afford losing that footage in…in whatever rumble she was about to get her self in.
She didn't even have a chance to turn around when the door flew open. She winced and closed her eyes, expecting Jet to pounce her. But another body, darted past her and rammed into Jet. She heard them both crash with thuds.