onlywaiting posted in blueridgeschool:

The party was actually going pretty well. Better than planned and far better than the disaster that had been the last party she threw at her house. More than half of the school was there but she was in a fantastic mood the past few weeks so it didn't bother her in the least. She had been attending to her hostess duties with the utmost care while imbibing in just enough booze to keep a comfortable buzz. Seeing that the beer was running low she detached herself from Sim for a few minutes to sneak in for a couple cases of beer.

Meka walked into the kitchen, cut off from the noise and the chaos for just a few minutes and ducked into the fridge. She heard the kitchen door open and shut and someone stumbling in. "Bathroom's down the hall, first door on the left," she informed the newcomer without taking her head out of the refrigerator.

"I know where the fucking bathroom is. Slut," the familiar voice ripped through her.

"Kekoa," she said softly. Standing up straight she looked across the kitchen at him, leaning in the doorway and sighed. "Damn it Keko, you're drunk as hell," she sighed, turning to set the beers on the kitchen island.

"And you're a dirty slut," he grumbled, stumbling closer.

With only the refrigerator door between them, Meka gripped it tightly and tried her best to have a neutral face. "Don't call me that," she said, anger bubbling in her stomach.

"Just tell me," he said finally reaching her. He slammed the door shut between them. "How long before you were fucking him? Did you even wait to break up with me or did you go crawling back to the skeeze ball before... before you left me."

Meka didn't know what came over her but she slapped him. Very hard and very suddenly. Kekoa was just as quick to react. He grabbed her neck in one hand and slammed her against the refrigerator. He pressed his body against hers, getting into her face.

Of all the times to be caught without her wand... she tried to slap him again but he caught her wrist and twisted it. "What... what the fuck is this?" he asked shaking her hand in her own face, referring to her ring.

Her eyes darkened. "Sim gave it to me."

"Sim? Sim! Why the fuck... he doesn't... he turned you into a slut is what he did. He's gonna get rid of you as soon as he's bored, he doesn't really care about you. And why the fuck should you care? You're a whore anyways!"

"That's not true!" tears finally pricked against her eyes but she'd be damned if she let him see her cry. She felt useless as it was, she just couldn't fight him off.