Turning Tables

Three

  We walked across the front lawn toward the street. The moon was full and bright, which created a luminosity of shadows throughout the trees. I checked my watch, it was getting late. Katelyn and I should probably head home soon, seeing as we had school the next day. I looked back up at the moon, and it suddenly became a fuzzy blob. I could feel the tips of my fingers turn numb slowly, I think I needed to stop drinking. I looked down at my cup, and there was only a small sip left; I drank it anyways. Without warning, my legs started feeling heavy. Definitely had too much to drink, I wasn't usually this much of a light weight but I guess I haven't drank in a while. 

My foot caught a rock, tripping me.

"Jesus, Ayla. Are you okay?" Jackson asked me, as he caught me.

"Yeah, I'm okay, I just had too much to drink." I slurred.

"Can you p-please take me back to-" I attempted, as all went black.

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The sun hit my face as it crept through my curtains. That was quite the dream I had, I'll have to tell Katelyn about it when I see her at school today. For some reason it felt more real than a dream, but I swiftly brushed that feeling away. I sat up in bed, grabbing my stomach as pain shot its way through my pelvic bone and up my stomach. Slowly, I stood up, embracing my torso. Walking to the bathroom was a larger chore than it normally was, I really must have hurt myself during my ride yesterday, which was weird because I've never felt this after a ride before. 

Sudden realisation set in as I sat on the toilet. Blood pooled on my underwear, making my stomach drop. Great. I hated getting my period when school was in, especially the first few days. 

Katelyn greeted me at my locker, staring me down like I just murdered someone. Oh, great. I wonder what Aaron did now.

"So, how are you feeling this morning?" She asked, annoyance radiating through her voice.

"Sore from my ride, but other than that I'm okay. Why?" Something was off... I could tell.

"Well, last night at the party, some random guy handed you off to me claiming that you got too drunk and passed out in the ditch. Way to be classy, Ayla." She sneered. What the hell? It wasn't a dream? Deja Vu kicked in as I regained memories of the previous night. 

"Kate, I only had one drink." I said, curiously. What. The. Fuck. Happened.

"Are you serious? What class do you have first. Never mind, I don't care. You're coming with me." She exclaimed, dragging me out of school by my arm.

"What do you mean, you only had one drink?" She asked.

"I mean, I spilt my one drink, and that Jackson guy made me a new one, after that we went for a walk outside and that's all I remember." I said, confusion clouded my mind. I couldn't have been drugged... This town isn't like that. 

"Ayla, I'm seriously worried right now. I think we should tell someone! What if you were drugged?" She blurted. No, no, no. This can't be happening. 

"No, we are not telling anyone about this, this stays between you and I, and we are going to forget this ever happened." I said sternly, fear rose in my chest.

"If we tell anyone, my parents are going to find out that I snuck out to go to a party last night, and good luck on ever seeing me again!" I exclaimed. I know I should probably tell someone what happened, but we are probably over thinking this. This is a small farming town, nothing of that sort ever happens here.

"We need to get back to class, can you promise me that you won't say anything to anybody?" I asked.

"If that's what you really want, but just know that if you feel like you need to talk, or to tell someone that I'll be right by your side, okay?" She assured, grabbing my hand. I was lucky to have a friend like her.

"Okay, thank you. I love you!" I said, throwing a forced smile her way.

"I love you too, Ay." She returned.

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Katelyn dropped me off at my driveway, which was a huge convenience for me, because the bus to my house takes forever. I started my trek towards the house, Judy, our German Sheppard greeted me with her tail wagging. 

I looked toward the house to a sight uncanny to our town, an all black BMW with tinted windows sat beside my dad's rustic old pick-up truck.  Weird. I thought to myself. Our family doesn't know anyone who is that well off that they can blow their money on overly expensive vehicles. As I neared the porch, I saw my dad standing beside a stranger. He was tall, his dark blond hair slicked back perfectly with the sides cut very short. He wore black sunglasses, and was dressed in a suit. His facial hair was trimmed close to his skin, emphasising his sharp jaw line. He was heavenly, and certainly not from here.