Fight For Me

CHAPTER NINETY-THREE

     "My God." She says as she approaches me. "I can't believe you actually came." She throws her head back in a sinister laugh.

     "I came so we could bury the hatchet and finally end this ridiculous war between us." I say, straightening my back and leveling a glare at her.

     "You actually believe that's why I invited you here?" She sneers at me. When I don't respond she continues. "I invited you here for revenge." Her smile grows into a wicked smirk and she looks behind me.

     Before I can turn around, a wave of bright blue liquid is dumped over my head, instantly soaking my white top and light wash jeans. I can feel it pooling in my white Vans.

     I gasp loudly and everyone else in the room bursts into laughter.

     I can feel my body burning with rage.

     "You bitch!" I shout, and before she can react, I pull my arm back and send it flying into her nose. I hear a sickening crunch before she falls to the floor holding her nose and screaming.

     "You stupid bitch! You broke my fucking nose!" She shrieks. "You're going to pay for that!"

     "I won't, but I'm sure your step father can fix it." I sneer at her.

     With that, I turn on my heel and leave. Before I make it out of the room I hear Brittany yell again.

     "Get the fuck out of my house, cunt!" She shouts.

     "With pleasure, whore." I say without turning around. I can hear a few shocked gasps as I walk down the hall. Less than a minute later, I'm walking out the front door.

     My feet carry me quicker than my brain can process the movement, fueled by the emotions swirling around my mind. Anger, embarrassment, confusion. They push my body forward, and before I know it, I'm blocks from Brittany's house, in an unfamiliar neighborhood.

     Looking around, it dawns on me.

     I'm lost.

     I've lived in Talon Creek my entire life. Sure, I moved around a few times when I was really young, but always in town. And yet, I don't recognize anything around me.

     I make it to an intersection and look up at the street signs. I read the street names quietly to myself, hoping to spark some memory of recognition in my mind, but nothing comes.

     A cool spring breeze blows against my damp skin, and I'm reminded that I'm still covered in the sticky drink that Brittany's friends poured over me earlier. I look down at myself and realize how I must look right now. I'm wandering down unfamiliar streets, late at night, covered in the sickly-sweet liquid known as jungle juice.

     I roll my eyes at myself before finally deciding to reach into my bag and pull my phone out. Checking the time, I realize I must have been walking for much longer than I realized. It's past midnight and I promised mom that I'd be home before 1.

     I unlock my phone, which takes more effort than usual, seeing as how my hands are sticky now. I open my maps app, trying to discern where I am. While I'm looking down at my screen, I hear the sound of a car on the road, quickly approaching me. It's the first one I've noticed since I left the party.

     I suddenly feel a chill run down my spine.

     Something is wrong.

     My instincts are telling me that there's danger in the air. Anxiety begins to fill my body as the car gets closer.