What If The Only Way Out Is To Die?

It’s nearly midnight and I’ve managed to survive first three hours of Nick’s party. And it gets only worse by every minute. I feel like I’m the only one still sober.

But I can’t say I’ve detested every minute of it, I would be lying then. The moment, when Ricky came from the kitchen with a huge cake and everyone who was here sang happy birthday, was actually pretty interesting. I’ve never really celebrated my birthdays and I was surprised how pleasant this kind of attention could be.

Not to mention that Nick had assigned every single one of the guests to bring a small gift for me. Of course most of the things are just rubbish, but there are a few promising looking packages too. They’re all piled on the desk in my bedroom.

Right now I escaped from the party, just for a moment. Standing in the dark, next to the desk, I am contemplating, should I open some of my gifts now or not.

I don’t have the chance ‘tho. The door to my bedroom opens and a couple stumbles in. They’re making out and not noticing me, head straight to my bed.

“Oh, hell no! Not in my bed! I suggest you get out before I castrate both of you,” I yell, stepping closer to them. My voice is unexpected enough to scare them and they quickly leave.

Guess I have to lock my door. I like my bed too much, I don’t want to burn it later, just to get rid of some fishy bacteria. If anyone is having some sexual action here, it’ll be only me and even that’s not going to happen.

Shuddering with distaste, I go to the door. It’s still early and I know I don’t have the chance to get to sleep before any time soon. I lock my bedroom door and double check it, then head back downstairs.

Circling around the house, I see that everything’s same as before. Everyone is still drinking and yelling over each other. And the music is so loud, I’m amazed that neighbors haven’t called the cops already.

Somehow I manage to suffer through the next three hours, without having any major problems. Luckily Nick’s girlfriend, Amy, has kept me company. By the way, since today I even didn’t know Nick had a girlfriend. She seems pretty cool. And she’s unbelievably beautiful. They look so cute together.

“Well hello beautiful. Wanna have some fun?” a very drunk guy leans almost all of his weight on me.

“Not with you,” I push him off. God knows where he’s been when he stinks so awful.

“Aw, feisty, aren’t we. That’s what I like,” he comes at me again. Before he gets the chance to grab me again, I step aside at the last moment and push him down to the floor. Disgusted, I turn around and walk away, snatching up a bottle of cider on my way past the table.

I head to the stairs, sitting down on half way up, wishing this hell would end already. I’m in no mood to party with some totally drunk strangers.

“Hi. Why are you here alone? Isn’t anyone keeping you company?” a blond guy appears next to me, holding out an unopened can of beer. He looks nice and doesn’t seem to be drunk either but at the moment I don’t want to talk to anyone.

“No thanks, I have my own,” I decline, raising my bottle slightly.

“Take it anyway, then you don’t have to go look for another one when that’s gone,” he smiles, setting the can in front of me, to a step below.

“Thank you. I don’t want to be rude but I’d rather be alone for now,” I try to be polite. It seems he gets it and smiling again for a moment, he goes back down and disappears into the mass of people.

Only ten minutes later, another person sits by my side and I open my eyes, unwillingly.

“I didn’t realize small home parties are so repulsive to you,” Ricky says, looking at me with interest.

“You do now,” I’m not bothering to hide my boredom. And I still don’t feel like talking to anyone. I would just run away from here if I only could. But I promised Nick I’d help him keep an eye on things.

“Oh, come on Lys, it can’t be that bad. Everyone’s still relatively normal,” Rick picks at me while throwing his arm around my shoulders and pulling me against his side.

Ignoring the protests from my brain, I lean my head on his shoulder and enjoy the warmth radiating from him. I’m just too tired to pull away.

“I’m just tired,” I mutter quietly. He probably couldn’t even hear me over the noise throughout the house.

“Only an hour more, then most of the people should be gone or passed out,” he promises me, hugging me even tighter for a moment, before letting go of me. Unwillingly, I pull away and stare down.

“Want a beer?” I offer, noticing that lonely can in front of me.

“Why don’t you drink it yourself?” he hesitates, taking the can from me.

“Because I don’t drink that shit. Some guy just gave it to me. If you don’t want it the give it to someone else,” I explain, already foreseeing his next question of what am I doing with a can of beer if I don’t drink it.

“Okay, thanks babe,” he grins at me before going back down, leaving me alone once again.

And just as Ricky had said, an hour later I lock my bedroom door behind me. The Great Party is almost over and Nick gave me a permission to go to sleep.

I change my clothes, pulling on some comfy shorts and a tank top and happily climb under my wide and soft blanket. I fall to sleep almost instantly, being truly tired from this evening. It’s almost four thirty so no wonder I’m beat.

Just when I’m off to dreamland, something wakes me up again. I squint my eyes just enough to see someone beside me. And even ‘tho it’s dark in the room, I recognize that figure with spiky hair.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I sit up, my eyes full open now.

“Trying to go to sleep,” Ricky says calmly, slipping under my blanket and closing his eyes.

“Not in my bed, Mister,” I mumble, pushing him over the edge. He lands on the floor with a thud. I cast an angry stare after him.

“Look, there isn’t any free bed in this house left and you saw what the couch looked like. I don’t have any other place to sleep,” he explains, still sitting on the floor. Full moon shining through the window reveals his pleading look.

“Go sleep with Nick,” I tell him annoyed. No way am I sleeping in the same bed as him.

“Are you kidding? I’d rather sleep in the bathtub than be in the same room with those fuckbunnies. Please Lys, I won’t even touch you, I promise,” Ricky keeps begging. He looks really pitiful, so I finally give up. But that doesn’t mean I’m backing up from my words.

Sighing, I get up and walk to my closet. I quickly find an extra blanket and toss it to Ricky. Back on my bed, I grab my comforter and one of my four pillows, handing them over too.

“My carpet is soft enough. And stay away from my bed. Got it?” I grumble, getting my butt back to bed. Ricky is not saying anything, instead he makes himself a place to sleep, right next to my bed.

“By the way, how the hell did you get in my room? I’m sure I locked the door,” I ask, looking at the shadows in my room.

“Through the window. Good night Alyssa,” he gives me a short but surprisingly friendly answer. Of course, I left my window open and since there’s a balcony stretching throughout the side of the house, it’s easy to reach my window. I’ve gone to the balcony like this myself.

“Good night,” I wish him back and try to fall back to sleep.

Mm, this warm skin under my cheek and someone’s hand around my waist feels so damn good. Wait, what? That’s not right. Why am I hugging someone? Without moving I open my eyes and sure enough, there’s a warm naked body next to me. It looks fucking good ‘tho. And familiar. Raising my head slowly, I see Ricky smirking back at me.

“Had a good sleep?” he sounds cocky and the smirk on his lips is only growing. Finally, awake enough to realize the situation, I bolt out of the bed.

“What the fuck are you doing in my bed?” I demand, standing in the middle of my room. Luckily I still have my clothes on so at least I know nothing happened. I am slightly worried about the absence of his clothes. His jeans and t-shirt are piled on the floor.

“I was uncomfortable on the floor,” he shrugs like it was something obvious. He gets in a comfier position and pulls my blanket a bit higher.

“And that gave you a permission to sneak into my bed and put your hands on me?” I almost shriek. I can’t believe he broke his own promise. Men just can’t keep to their words, can they?

“That was all you babe, you’re the one who snuggled up on me. I just didn’t bother to push you away,” Ricky mumbles through a pillow.

I have to admit that it is a possibility, I’m used to sleeping while hugging my pillow. I mean that is the reason why I have four of them.

“I’m going to take a shower and there better not be a smell of you left here when I get back. Otherwise I won’t take any responsibility of my actions,” I seethe while gathering my things.

“I knew you can’t resist me. I’m all yours babe,” Ricky smirks, his arms invitingly wide open.

“Oh, you better do not let me anywhere near the little guy because only thing I’d do is separate you two and toss him to a neighbors Rottweiler,” I threaten him before storming out of the room. I knew I should have kicked him out last night.