Don't Forget me (Chapter-2)

Dressed up in a reddish dress: fabricated of soft - silken fabric, below my knees. I completed my stylish look with matching red heels, light makeup, and combed my hair into a ponytail. I lay on the bed, feeling guilty; not for deceiving my dad, but for ignoring Amanda. She called me at least 20 times and I kept on declining her calls. Neither did I spoke to my father nor to Amanda since our last discussion this morning.

When the horologe struck twelve, I heard the front gate opened and closed behind; that’s my father, playing the mysterious man again. Troy must not be too far. I got up and made my way outside the house. Few minutes passed by when the led headlight of Troy’s car illuminated me. He did not care to get out of the car to greet me and I minded neither. I jumped in the front seat. I waited for him to say something, but only his eyes were communicating with my body: he fixed me from head to toes.

“Umm, Hi Troy,” I said

He did not answer me. His face was serious, even the least curve of a smile was invisible on his lips. His malicious eyes moved away from my body to fix the road as he turned on the engine. Suddenly, the weather became as much weird as Troy. Thunder cracked in the air; undulating like the furies of gods. Lightings cut crazy zig-zag in the gloomy sky, following a strong and heavy rainfall. What was happening? Mixed feelings emerged me: my heart twisted with an urged to vomit. I did not want to go with Troy anymore, but it was too late to change my mind. The lightings did not stop making me uneasy: It might sound insane, but I was certain that it was following us. I was damn sure that the lightings were cracking solely on our path because every time I shifted my head behind there were no lightings. Never did I experienced such a phenomenon.

I was still wondering if the lightings were giving me warnings, or it was just my imagination when Troy hit sharply on the brake. We were in front of his house. Even though I never went to any party, I knew perfectly how the atmosphere should be. Troy’s place had any features of an ongoing party: no music, no noises, and no lightings. This place was dreadfully silent.

“Troy, why is it so quiet?” I said

“Don’t worry, trust me,” he reassured me.

He parked in his garage, which composed of a door leading to the interior of his luxury mansion. My mind insisted to run away from that place while my heart insisted to trust Troy. I pursued the path of my heart- was it absurd or wise? I did not know. As soon as, I stepped inside; I noticed three drunken men. I looked at Troy with puzzlement; struggling to hide my panic like a cluster of sparks plug in my abdomen. Insecurity and panic kicked me. There was no party here at all. Why did my boyfriend lie to me? Maybe I should just run away from this awful place.

“Troy” I babbled.

He anticipated my panic and placed a hand around my waistline to comfort me. However, his action was doing the exact opposite of what he intended to. His hands slide gradually down my butt which led me both furious and uncomfortable. Without being rude, I grabbed his hand and removed it kindly from my body. Amanda was right, I did not know that guy. He was not the one who I thought I knew. All of his friends stood in front of me with their nasty smile.

“This is Adam” he pointed to a tall and pale complexion man, pimples covered his cheeks and forehead. He was so drunk that he could barely stand on his feet. Without my permission, he grabbed my hand and kissed it. His behaviour was inadmissible, such an ill-mannered bastard, but the most irritable thing was Troy’s idiotic smile. He seemed to be alright with his friend misbehaving with me. The fault was not his, it was mine because I trusted him.

Fabrice, a short fellow with an immense belly, oval face and slanting eyes was the next one presented to me. He looked Asiatic, unlike Adam he simply said hello. Despite, trying to make a good impression toward me, he was on my blacklist. I knew that behind his angle face was a hidden demon. Irritated as hell, I did not even take the pain to greet him back. He did not deserve my respect: none of those men deserved it, not even Troy.

The last one was Christian; black, tall, muscular, and tattooed arms till neck. He did not care if I was his buddy’s girlfriend; he grabbed my waist and kissed me on the cheek. I boiled with rage and cursed him underneath. Troy’s laughter grated me furthermore on my nerves, he showed none concern for me. Such a jerk! After tonight he and I will be over for good, I vowed to myself.

“Now it’s time to party!” Troy announced.

He moved toward the kitchen and came back with one bottle of liquor; he poured some in a glass and tried to force me drinking it by pressing my jaw with his bony figures. I wondered if he was playing the idiot of the year or his sense left him. He was so annoying that I had to make an extra effort not to punch him.

“NO. I DON’T WANT YOUR BLOODY ALCOHOL,” I yelled and pushed him away.

“Lisa! You are embarrassing me! Now drink! “He treated me by jabbing his figure in front of my face. How dared him! Controlling myself became impossible; I raised my hand and whacked him harder than I could which resulted in my fingerprint on his cheeks. He deserved it.

“I HAVE ENOUGH! IM GOING HOME!” I yelled

Anger and humiliation boiled him; I did not care because he merited it. All I did was turning on my heels and headed toward the door when Troy smacked me over my head with the flat of his hand. Both shocked and angry, I turned around to confront him. He was getting out of his limit.

“How Dare You!” I shrieked

“You slapped me and shamed me, now it’s your turn to get play with!”

He grabbed my hands, twisted it with all his force and flung me on the sofa. Adrenalin grew into my organism; unable to breathe or to move, I remained paralysed and tried figuring out what is going on. My mouth felt wide open, I gazed at Troy with both disgusted and feared. What did he mean that it’s my turn to get play with?

“What do you mean?” I murmured

He did not answer, he did not blink, he just stared into my eyes, and yelled: “Boys let’s have fun with this pure lady over here”.