Page 14 of Catch My Fall (Catch)

Flash.

“It’s too bad this little bitch is a fucking virgin. Your dad’s always saying what a slut she’ll grow up to be. I expected to slide right in there.”

“I told you man, no fucking blood or tearing. That’s how people get arrested.”

Flash.

Flash.

“Remember what I said and don’t go fucking savage, Chad. No vaginal tearing allowed, even on this whore.”

Flash.

“Come on her face… Yes! Good job, man. I got that fuckin’ shit.”

Darkness.

* * *

I come to immersed in water…. so much fucking water. Looking down, I find that I am naked. Naked and my skin feels like it’s on fire.

Where am I?

It is the shivering that finally brings me to a fuller level of alertness. Opening my eyes, I find myself propped up next to Macy, who is also naked. I realize that we are in the zero-entry portion of a pool. We are both seated in about a foot of water, and Brady and Chad are on the other side of the pool horsing around.

This is bad. This is bad. This is bad.

This.

Is.

BAD.

Why am I naked in front of Brady and Chad? Why is Macy naked? Why did we both fall asleep? How the hell did I get into this pool? There’s a taste in my mouth that isn’t right and even thinking about what it might be is making my heart race in a very bad way, so I push the thought down and force myself not to think about it.

With as much strength as I can muster, I shake Macy. Over and over again I shake her, but she’s out of it, her only response a groan and a plea for me to stop moving her.

I startle when Brady throws his arm around my shoulders and he pulls me into him before grabbing my left nipple with his free hand and twisting it painfully. “You bitches are fucking crazy! What a night!”

There is no space between his words and my body rejecting everything I’ve put inside of my stomach in the last day. I vomit uncontrollably as tears pour out of my eyes and Brady screams about me fucking up his pool. Pulling his arm away from my shoulders, he shoves at me in anger, causing me to flop over into the water.

I struggle to get up while I continue dry heaving, and Brady screams for me to take my slutty friend and get the fuck out of his house. I try to get myself together as he and Chad scramble from the pool before drying off and slamming into the house. A few minutes later the sliding glass doors open and Brady throws a pile of clothes and two purses out onto the concrete.

Giving me a look of pure evil he shouted, “You’ve got thirty minutes to get the fuck out of here. If you don’t go, I’m calling the police and telling them that you’re trespassing and destroying my pool.”

My head has cleared a little, but I am literally swimming in a sea of vomit and humiliation as I pull Macy from the pool, all the while trying to get her to fully wake up. Realizing that she must’ve continued to drink after I passed out, I turn her onto her side so that she’s facing the pool and I shove my fingers down her throat.

Once, twice, and on the third pass, she begins to vomit.

It takes me twenty minutes to get her under enough control that I can dress her, and then myself. I half drag, half carry her to her car, dumping her onto the passenger seat before I slide into the driver seat.

I don’t know what to do and I don’t know where to go. We can’t go home in the condition that we’re both in, and I’m not fit to drive far. I pulled out of the driveway and drove a few blocks away before pulling over and turning the car off.

“Talk to me,” I begged. “Tell me that you’re okay.”

Shaking her head, she burst into tears, great wracking sobs that shook her frame with hurricane force.

“I was out of it but I saw things,” she cried. “I felt things. I think they were both inside of me. How did that happen?”

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