Abigail Brown: Chapter 13

            The sun was shining onto Abigail’s face from where she lay spread out on her extra-long dorm bed. But all Abigail felt was a throbbing headache and a wave of nausea. What happened last night? Abigail rubbed the old makeup and sleep from her eyes trying to remember how she got back to her dorm.

            She remembered going to the party and being embarrassed about her horrible dancing skills. Then she remembered the linoleum tiled kitchen with the keg surrounded by several guys. She remembered that one guy, Brad, who poured her shots and stared into her eyes. Then she remembered the stuff she wanted to forget: the kissing, the crying on the porch, the tripping in front of Brad and his jerk friends and falling so that her underwear was showing. She remembered them laughing and calling her a bitch, she remembered stumbling back into the house and crying some more, then she remembered feeling really bad about something, but she wasn’t sure what.

            From where she lay on her bed, Abigail could her roommate typing furiously and flipping pages that sounded like they came from a text book. This took Abigail’s confusion to a whole new level. Oh my gosh, what time is it! She thought it must be at least one since Destiny was never up before noon, especially on a Saturday.

            Abigail grabbed her phone and was shocked to see that it was only 11:04am. She glanced at Destiny, but her ears had not deceived her. Destiny had two text books opened wide next to her laptop and a notebook balanced in front of her. She was really studying, at 11am, on a Saturday. Abigail was shocked. She looked back down at her phone to be sure she’d read the time right, and then she noticed that she had an unread text message from Chloe.

            Text me when u wake up!!!

            Abigail ignored this and went back to sleep. A few hours later she heard her phone vibrating on the nearby table. She flipped it open without looking at the number and mumbled, “Hello?”

            “Abbey, are you up yet?” Chloe’s voice was far too loud and Abigail cringed at the pain in her head. “Abbey! Hello! Are you there?”

            “Yah, Yah. I’m here”

            “Do you know what time it is?” Chloe seemed angry.

            “Um, no. Not really,” Abigail was not even sure she wanted to know, she just wanted to go back to sleep.

            “It’s four in the afternoon!” At this Abigail felt much more awake, she didn’t even think it was after one. “How much of last night do you remember?” The tone of Chloe’s voice threw Abigail off and she wondered how much of the night she’d forgotten.

            “Enough… I think”

            “Well, what’s the last thing you remember?”

            “I’m not sure; it’s still kind of hazy. I think it was coming inside after those jerks saw me fall on my face.” As she said this, Abigail remembered there hurtful words. They stung more now that she was sober.

            “Oh, I missed that part… But unfortunately that wasn’t the worst part.” Abigail groaned, she wasn’t sure if she really wanted to know what else happened. “Meet me in a half hour by the cafeteria and I’ll fill you in.”


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