Troubled

16: New York.

Megan Crawford.
Saturday, July 24th 2015.
21:38.

The band was amazing.

The coffeehouse was crowded, with everyone screaming for them. Coming to New York had not been a mistake, I was having a wonderful time, cheering until my throat hurt. I could not believe that I had never heard of them before, they had to be so famous.

Elliot and Adam, no matter the fact that they were boyfriends, could not stop talking about how handsome the bassist was. Blake had drunk a few beers and was shouting out how incredible they were. Violet sung along to their music, even the songs they had written themselves, since she had seen them before in a concert, and loved them.

Even when all my attention was on the band, I still noticed that there was someone missing. Josh had greeted me when I had arrived at the coffeehouse, but I had not seen him since them. I wondered where he had gone. He was the only reason I had come to New York in the first place and I wanted to spend time with him. I could not allow him to just fade when I was looking forward to being around him.

I had to shout to be heard over the music and the yells from everyone there. I turned to look behind me and said to Elliot in a loud voice, "Have you seen Josh anywhere?"

He shook his head and glanced around the coffeehouse. But there were too many people there and he would not find him in the crowd for sure. He turned back to me after a moment and offered me a shrug before going back to listening to the band.

"I need to use the restroom, be back in a second," I said to Elliot, pointing towards the back of the coffeehouse and standing up from the stool I had been on. He just nodded, since his mind was focused on the band and not me. I waved before I started to walk towards the restroom.

I made my way through the crowd, murmuring that I was sorry whenever I pushed someone too hard. Everyone was sweating and warm, and I frowned as I tried to arrive at the restroom as soon as I could.

I soon reached a narrow hallway that took me to a wooden door. It was the restroom, there was just one for men and women. It was not locked, which was why I did not consider that anyone would be there, and I did not think much before walking in. But when I did, I wished I had never even gone to New York to see that damn band.

Josh was there, but he was not alone, Eliza was with him.

Her red lipstick was smeared as she moved her mouth against his. She had jumped to wrap her legs around his waist and she was pressed against the wall. He had his hands on her backside and moans were coming from him as she bit his lip. I could see a hint of her red lace bra, since he had pushed her dress down.

I had never expected to see this. I was numb, with a pain in my chest that I had never felt before in my life as well as a sudden want to burst into tears. I wanted to open my eyes and realize that I was just having a bad dream, but I knew in my heart that this was real.

I wanted to yell at them for not locking the door, for being so reckless. If they had just thought that someone would walk in on them, then this disaster would have never gone on. But they were not thinking, they were being romantic and rebellious and did not give a fuck about anything.

Eliza was the first to notice me. She screamed out and tried to push her dress up, but I had already seen things I knew would never fade from my memory. "Oh my God, Megan! This is so embarrassing, oh my God!"

I was confused as to what I could tell them now. I would not say that I was sorry, because really, this was all their fault. They had caused this mess and this ache in my heart, if anyone needed to ask for forgiveness, it was them.