Chapter 82 LOSING CONTROL
~ Elara ~
It's only when Charlotte pulls outside of the huge mansion that I start to feel nervous about going to the party. I'd never been to one, and the tiny black dress she'd given me wasn't really helping my
nerves.
Sure, I felt pretty. I just don't think I suited any of it.
"You good? We can go back if you want."
Charlotte asks, genuine worry in her face as she turns to me. I chew my lip before firmly shaking my head no.
" No, I want to go." I say, looking towards Charlotte with determination. I needed to get out of my comfort zone, all my life I only felt trapped.
"Okay, but if you need anything you come to me right away. Don't take drinks from strangers, and if anyone tries touching you tell me and I'll sock them in the face."
Charlotte lists out as we walk in the cool night towards the loud house.
" Yes ma'am." I joke in a stern voice and we both laugh while nearly shivering to death.
The place was packed outside with teens, and nearly everywhere we walked there had been empty alcohol bottles sprawled on the lawn.
I pull the short dress down a little as we walk into the house only lit up with led lights. The music was louder now, and I look towards Charlotte who was already checking to make sure if I was good.
When she sees I'm fine she grabs my arm with a smile, taking us towards the kitchen. I try to ignore the hard stares from the drunk guys around us, looking my body up and down.
They wouldn't touch me would they?
" Let's take a shot!" Charlotte yells over the music, holding a glass with clear liquid out to me.
I look down at the drink before slowly taking it.
The only time I had alcohol was when the men my mother brought home would force it down my throat. It wasn't the best experience, but this was different.
I was doing it all on my own this time. With my own permission.
I take the shot, and before I know it the liquid is stinging my throat and the glass is empty.
"I'm getting fucked up tonight!" Charlotte yells over the loud music as she pours another glass for us both. The place felt like it had gotten more packed since we were now forced to stand closer to each other.
Just like that I downed another shot, and another, and another...
I'm not sure where Charlotte was anymore.
I think I lost her when some guy came up and started making out with her.
Now here I am, dancing with a dress too short for my own good. My head felt cloudy, and I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing, or why I was doing it
I was just... doing.
"Keep dancing like that baby." A slurred voice mumbles, and I feel two hands on my waist pushing me close to another body.
I stop dancing, squinting my eyes at the tall red head looking down at me with a weird look in his eyes. " Y…..you're Ed Sheeran!" I laugh, pointing at his chest aggressively.
My phone starts ringing for the fourth time and I groan, looking down to see its Calvin again. This time I answer the phone, making sure I'd tell him to stop calling this time.
"I called you 4 time- where the fuck are you?" He scowls through the phone, causing me to roll my eyes. I look up at Ed Sheeran before laughing through the phone.
"I found Ed Sheeran." I whisper into the phone so Ed doesn't hear me.
"Come on baby, dance with me." Ed Sheeran mumbles in my ear, grabbing my waist again.
"Stay on the call, I'm coming right now."
He says, this time his voice sounded scary.
Instead of staying on the phone I hang up with an evil laugh.
" You smell Ed Sheeran." I say, pinching my nose together. He still had his hands on my waist for some reason.
I'm not sure how long we were dancing for, but it wasn't long for some man to rip Ed Sheeran off of me and punch him to the ground.
I watch in shock as I see Ed Sheeran's bloody face before looking up to the culprit.
"Calvin!" I say, stumbling into his chest when I attempt to walk towards him. His arms instantly hold me in place, and I get to smell his nice cologne compared to Ed's stinky scent.
" Who brought you here?" He scowls, grabbing my chin so I was looking up at him. My eyes shamelessly glance down at his lips while I shrug my shoulders at his question and smile up at him.
His hard gaze softens at my smile and he lets out a sigh as he looks down at me.
"I need to pee." I say, watching as he furrows his eyebrows at me.
" No, we're leavin-" I don't listen to the rest of Calvin’s sentence as I grab his arm and drag him upstairs to where the guest bathroom was.
While we're walking up the stairs I feel Calvin’s hand on my dress, pulling it down when it starts to ride up my legs. He walked close behind me, really close.
" Hurry up." He says impatiently when we get to the bathroom.
I quickly get inside the bathroom, knowing I held in my bladder for too long. As soon as I finish I feel my body become instantly relieved.
I open the door after washing my hands and look down at Calvin's hand before intertwining my hand in his own.
"Let's go." I laugh, stumbling back towards the stairs. Calvin's hand tightens in my own, pulling my back close to his chest as we walk down the stairs.
I was confused on why he was walking so close to me, until i realized he was covering the back of my short dress with his body.
When we get back down to the main floor I notice Charlotte looking around the place with a worried look. I quickly run up to her, grabbing her hand.
" Charlotte!" I yell, and she turns towards me with a relieved smile before laughing.