ALT ENDING I ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Unless… God, I hope I don’t get killed for this. Please let this work. I flip around and donkey-kick Ross’s stomach, propelling him into the air and off of me. I run to the door and bang on it, screaming. “HELP! HELP ME, SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!.” I scream and cry and plead. The door is jammed. Ross gets up and regains his strength. “You BITCH!” He yells, probably louder than he meant to. He run towards me and pulls out, to my surprise, a pocketknife. Holy shit. So this is it. I’m going to die tonight, right here. Right now. A victim of a rape/murder. That’s my fate. It really doesn’t feel like it should be, but I guess it is. I’m backed against the door as he tries to stab me, but I roll out of the way. “TUCKER!” I scream. I get up and keep trying to dodge the psycho. Ross is coming at me with everything he’s got. Considering how much bigger and faster than me he is, I’m actually not sure how I’m alive and how I’m still dodging him. Maybe someone is protecting me up there. I think of my mother, and then get my head back in the game. Try to stay alive, Val. I get into the guest bathroom and slam and lock the door. I watch the knife go through to wood at the last second, and he digs it out slowly. I hear footsteps running towards the guest bedroom door, someone tries to get in but the door is jammed. Ross stops trying to open the bathroom door and somehow disappears. I peak out of the bathroom door. He’s gone. Ross is gone. I cry even more now. I run over to the door and jerk it open. Tucker and a bunch of other partygoers are staring at me. I plop onto the hardwood floor, half naked and in front of about 10 people, and sob and sob and don’t stop.
Tucker comes into the room carries me to the bed shakes me vigorously as I continue crying. “Valerie.” There are tears in his eyes, but he has a stern look on, like he might hurt me. He thinks I cheated. “Valerie, fucking calm down. What the fuck have you done?” I try to calm down so I can explain, but I can’t stop bawling. “DAMMIT Val.” He punches a lamp and it shatters on the floor. I’m sitting on the bed, my eyes following him around the room as he walks aimlessly, fuming. Seems familiar. “Tucker, please.” I sob.
“You ready to talk now? Because I’d fucking love to hear this story.” He yells. I cry a little more. “No, Tucker, you don’t understand.”
“Who the hell was it, Val? Was it just tonight or have you been screwing him all this time? Virgin my ass, you were never innocent enough. Whore.”
“You asshole! I was raped!” I scream at him. He goes silent. He stops moving. After a minute, I yell, “Your buddy is a fucking psycho. He raped me and tried to kill me. Why the hell did you bring me here, Tucker?”
“I…” He looks down. He’s stopped yelling. I haven’t. “ROSS. He fucking RAPED me. You didn’t even notice we left. You though I was fucking cheating? You bastard! You know me!” Once I finish yelling this at him, he does the unexpected. He storms out of the room. I grab a blanket to cover my exposed and vulnerable body and storm after him. He’s running out of the house. All of the other party people are just staring at us in awe. I don’t pay much attention to them. I yell after him, not leaving the front steps in fear. I go back inside as his car pulls away. I plop down on the couch and cry some more. A few college girls sit with me and cry my tears and hug me. They know what happened. They’re not stupid. Someone’s calling the cops even though I told them there’s no use.
