Page 19 of Ecstasy
I blow out a breath, consider pulling my phone out of my pocket and going through all the missed notifications I saw back in that bedroom but decide against it. I don’t really want to know what bullshit I pulled after all those stimulants and all that alcohol.
Alex fed me Xanax.
I almost fucked himandEli.
Jesus. I’ve barely even spoken a string of words to Eli since I’ve known him.
I need a glass of water.
I use my flashlight to head toward the stairs at the opposite end of the hall, then put my phone back in my pocket, once again ignoring the notifications. I creep down the stairs, see people passed out in the living room, on the couch, the floor. One dude is slumped in a seated position at the bottom of the steps, right by the front door, his head at a very uncomfortable angle against his shoulder.
Kylie drove me last night, but I can walk back to our apartment. It’s not that far.
First, I need water because every step makes my head light up in pain.
Various levels of snoring fill the living room as I walk down the hall, and I smell alcohol and something sour.
Probably vomit.
The kitchen is a wreck.
There are tipped over bottles and plastic cups all over the island in the center of the room, more covering nearly every inch of the countertops. There’s a brown puddle on the floor in the dining room adjacent to the kitchen, and there’s someone sleepingonthe table. Some dude on his stomach with his arms spread wide, like he’s cuddling the fucking table.
Thankfully, no one is sleeping in the kitchen.
My bare feet crunch on something as I head toward the stainless-steel fridge, desperate for water. I pause, looking down.
Ritz crackers, and the empty box of them is strewn a few feet away. Damn. Someone was hungry.
I keep walking toward the fridge, my head pounding with every step.
But the pain doesn’t stop unwanted thoughts from whirring.
I tried to make up with Alex. We fought. He tried to kick me out. I went downstairs and danced on the coffee table instead.
Alex came over. He was drunk. He hardly ever gets drunk because when he does, he acts like a complete dick.
He pulled down my top, someone tried to touch, me and Eli was there.
Fuck.Alex flashed my tits.
The thought is almost enough to make me run out of here, my stomach churning. If there’s a video and my mom fucking sees it, I am so screwed.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I glance out the window over the sink—also filled with cups and bowls and something that looks like ramen noodles sticking to the faucet—and catch sight of the serene in-ground pool, illuminated by lights flush with the concrete.
The pool.
My blood runs cold, my fingers around the handle of the fridge as my eyes remain fixed on the pool, thinking about what happened last night.
Some of the lounge chairs are turned over, there are a few beach towels lying around the concrete.
Alex almost drowned me in that pool.
The calm surface seems to reflect the still-dark sky, but there are lights beneath the water and…What the fuck is that?
I bring my hand to my mouth, dropping my hold on the door of the fridge.
