-1Disclaimer: I do not promote or recommend teenagers attending parties thrown by people older than them. Bad things can and do happen. This update contains sensitive subject matter and may not be appropriate for all ages. I am not responsible for anyone under the age of sixteen who reads this update. If something similar has/or ever does happen to you then you need to contact an adult you trust.
Everything was a blur; a dark blur that refused to be still. Lifting an arm that feels weighted down Meredith pushes a tousled mass of curls from her face. There was nothing recognizable about the room, even through the fuzzy coating that made it hard for her to focus. Clothing lay in various heaps, most of it dirty. Bottles of tequila lay empty on their sides. None of that really registered. It was the shiny green dress thrown over a shade less lamp that caught her attention.
Fighting the urge to panic, she lifts the corner of the dark colored comforter. She wore nothing. Lips trembling she lets out a small whimper. Her throat suddenly felt dry, as though someone had stuffed cotton in it. Licking her lips, she tentatively slides one hand between her legs. The flesh was tender and wet, a tell tale sign that she had had sex. Tears burn her eyes as her chest shakes with sobs held in.
On legs that felt like rubber Meredith stands up, wrapping her arms around her waist. She stumbles toward her dress, falling over a pile of clothing that smelled of cologne. Landing on her hands and knees she vomits, not caring that it spewed over her hands or splattered across what looked to be an anatomy book of some sort. Sobbing she crawls across the mess, reaching up for her dress. She buries her face in the silky material.
She jumps when she hears the jingling of a cell phone. Her gaze is drawn to the night stand, where a small flip phone lay. Reaching out, she grabs it, mindlessly dialing a number she knew by heart.