Breath the breath.
Chapter 5
I arrive at the area of beach behind the college, and the bonfire is already being lit. Emmy immediately sees me and comes running. She's wearing a pair of denim shorts and a hot pink bikini top.
"Willow!" she says as she throws her arms around my neck. I am very uncomfortable with people touching me without warning, so I step back and put my hands up reflexively. The stunned look on Emmy's face tells me that she's surprised by my lack of hugginess.
"Sorry. Not a big hugger," I say with an apologetic smile.
"No biggie. My aunt Judy is the same way." Okay... "Come on over here. I want to introduce you to some people."
We walk over to the other side of the bonfire where a group of people have already gathered. The sun is setting and the sky is a beautiful mixture of pinks and oranges. For the first time in awhile, I am feeling peaceful and almost safe.
"Willow, this is my roommate Jessie," she says, introducing me to a pale, thin framed girl with the wiriest red hair I've ever seen.
"Hey," the girl says with a Southern drawl.
"Hi," I say as I reach down and shake her hand.
"And this is my boyfriend, Scott," Emmy says with a big grin and stars in her eyes. "Isn't he sexy?" She falls on the ground and into his lap where they proceed to show some PDA I didn't want to see.
"Hello..." I say, aware that they can't hear me while they're playing tongue hockey. I see some empty alcohol containers on the ground already which tells me Emmy got her party started very early.
"Sorry," she says as she pulls away and stands up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "I might have had too much wine already," she whispers loudly as if it's a secret.
The music is blaring and the smell of the bonfire smoke is overwhelming me a bit, so I walk a few feet further away toward the water. All I want to do is slide into the warm, wet liquid and float while looking up at the sky. Unfortunately, Emmy is having none of that.
"Here, try this!" she yelps beside me, breaking my peaceful thoughts by handing me a shot of something amber colored.
"No thanks..." I say trying to push it away.
"Oh, come on. Don't be square."
"Square? What is this? The fifties?" She giggles loudly and then hiccups.
"Take it. It will wash your worries away," she mumbles as she hands it to me again.
Wash my worries away, huh? That certainly sounds tempting.
"I have to work at the TV station at nine."
"So? This will wear off way before then. Come on, Willow. Live a little. Let loose!" she yells holding the drink in the air. Without thinking, I take it and down it in one shot. Ouch. My throat burns, my head feels like it could explode and then my stomach is on fire. Who likes this stuff?
Before I have a chance to think much more, my legs start to feel weak and my muscles feel like Jello. And I kind of like it.
I walk back to the group and sit down, all too aware that my legs are not cooperating. I'm what you call a lightweight, but maybe that will change the more I drink. The last thing I remember is taking another shot of the amber liquid and then darkness.
***
I hear music and vaguely smell smoke, but more than that I feel cotton in my mouth and a jackhammer in my head.
"Willow? Wake up." The voice sounds familiar, but I'm way too comfortable right now. I open my eyes as much as I can and look to my side. I'm cuddled up with some guy who looks nice enough, but I don't know him. But he's warm, and I'm tired. And I don't even care right now.
Moments later, I feel myself rising into the air. Am I dying? Flying? What the hell? I can't stop the force of being pulled upward. That's when I realize that someone is physically picking me up by the waist and carrying me over their shoulder.
"Put me down!" I moan as loud as I can, but I feel like I might vomit. Maybe if I throw up on this kidnapper, they'll put me down. I try
Chapter 5
I arrive at the area of beach behind the college, and the bonfire is already being lit. Emmy immediately sees me and comes running. She's wearing a pair of denim shorts and a hot pink bikini top.
"Willow!" she says as she throws her arms around my neck. I am very uncomfortable with people touching me without warning, so I step back and put my hands up reflexively. The stunned look on Emmy's face tells me that she's surprised by my lack of hugginess.
"Sorry. Not a big hugger," I say with an apologetic smile.
"No biggie. My aunt Judy is the same way." Okay... "Come on over here. I want to introduce you to some people."
We walk over to the other side of the bonfire where a group of people have already gathered. The sun is setting and the sky is a beautiful mixture of pinks and oranges. For the first time in awhile, I am feeling peaceful and almost safe.
"Willow, this is my roommate Jessie," she says, introducing me to a pale, thin framed girl with the wiriest red hair I've ever seen.
"Hey," the girl says with a Southern drawl.
"Hi," I say as I reach down and shake her hand.
"And this is my boyfriend, Scott," Emmy says with a big grin and stars in her eyes. "Isn't he sexy?" She falls on the ground and into his lap where they proceed to show some PDA I didn't want to see.
"Hello..." I say, aware that they can't hear me while they're playing tongue hockey. I see some empty alcohol containers on the ground already which tells me Emmy got her party started very early.
"Sorry," she says as she pulls away and stands up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "I might have had too much wine already," she whispers loudly as if it's a secret.
The music is blaring and the smell of the bonfire smoke is overwhelming me a bit, so I walk a few feet further away toward the water. All I want to do is slide into the warm, wet liquid and float while looking up at the sky. Unfortunately, Emmy is having none of that.
"Here, try this!" she yelps beside me, breaking my peaceful thoughts by handing me a shot of something amber colored.
"No thanks..." I say trying to push it away.
"Oh, come on. Don't be square."
"Square? What is this? The fifties?" She giggles loudly and then hiccups.
"Take it. It will wash your worries away," she mumbles as she hands it to me again.
Wash my worries away, huh? That certainly sounds tempting.
"I have to work at the TV station at nine."
"So? This will wear off way before then. Come on, Willow. Live a little. Let loose!" she yells holding the drink in the air. Without thinking, I take it and down it in one shot. Ouch. My throat burns, my head feels like it could explode and then my stomach is on fire. Who likes this stuff?
Before I have a chance to think much more, my legs start to feel weak and my muscles feel like Jello. And I kind of like it.
I walk back to the group and sit down, all too aware that my legs are not cooperating. I'm what you call a lightweight, but maybe that will change the more I drink. The last thing I remember is taking another shot of the amber liquid and then darkness.
***
I hear music and vaguely smell smoke, but more than that I feel cotton in my mouth and a jackhammer in my head.
"Willow? Wake up." The voice sounds familiar, but I'm way too comfortable right now. I open my eyes as much as I can and look to my side. I'm cuddled up with some guy who looks nice enough, but I don't know him. But he's warm, and I'm tired. And I don't even care right now.
Moments later, I feel myself rising into the air. Am I dying? Flying? What the hell? I can't stop the force of being pulled upward. That's when I realize that someone is physically picking me up by the waist and carrying me over their shoulder.
"Put me down!" I moan as loud as I can, but I feel like I might vomit. Maybe if I throw up on this kidnapper, they'll put me down. I try
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