Untouched

Christofer

I sat in the bathroom with tears running down my pale cheeks.

I was still at the party, the music blaring in the small house.

Oli came to the party sober, we sat on the couch as he laid small kisses all over my face.

But then his friend, the host of the party, Curtis gave him something to smoke.

Oli drank some alcohol and he pushed me aside to make love to some whore.

What made everything worse, was that he did it while sitting next to me.

Although I tried to gain Oli’s attention back, it seemed as though I couldn’t do enough.

It was useless.

I felt the tears stinging at my eyes, and to avoid being made fun of I ran to the bathroom.

Now here I am, crying.

I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms securely around them, rocking back and forth.

Was I ugly?

Unfaithful?

Pathetic?

“Christofer?”

I peek over my arms, Tom was kneeling in front of me.

“G-go away.” I sobbed.

Tom shook his head, “I’m not leaving you alone.”

I stared at him, the tears around my eyes causing him to grow blurry.

I nodded toward him, “F-fine.”

He placed himself next to me, as we sat our backs against the wall.

The door was closed, making the music less annoying and loud.

“W-why are y-you h-here?” I asked softly.

He shrugged, “I just, felt like it.”

I sniffed and laid my head back.

“Oli is stupid,” Tom said. “He doesn’t think about the effects of what he does.”

Tom was being very odd, even if he was helping me.

“H-he ch-cheated on m-me.”

“I know, but that’s Oli for you. He’s not the most faithful guy out there.”

I felt the tears pricking at my eyes again, “S-so this w-was bound to h-happen?”

Tom nodded, agreeing to my statement.

I started to cry again, harder than before.

“Christofer, stop crying, want me to take you home?”

My eyes widen in horror and I shook my head, “N-no.”

“I’ll take you to my home, ok?”

I nodded lowly, and he stood up helping me up as well.

We headed out the bathroom, walking through the back door and toward Oli’s car.

“Why a-are y-you doing t-this?” I whispered as Tom buckled me up.

“It’s for Oli.”

He slammed the door and walked to the other side, I smiled. He wanted to help me.