Not like the movies.
Introduction
"Come on Ash! It'll
be fun!" My bestfriend Zoe argued, dragging me through the
front door of Mitchell Hollands house.
Zoe had convinced me to come, but I still didn't want to be
here.
This was a sophmore party, but Zoe and I were some of the only
freshman girls invited.
As we walked through the front door, I noticed that people were
already drunk.
This was a typical New York party.
Kids start drinking here as young as age 11.
By the time they reach their sophmore and freshman year, most of
them don't even remember what water is.
Zoe led me through the house to find her boyfriend, ryan, and I
tried my best to keep up.
However, the short, tight, black dress, that Zoe made me wear,
was nearly impossible to move in.
Much less walk.
The second Zoe found Ryan, they began making out.
Even though they've been dating for to years, it still
grossed me out every time.
"Come on bro, get a room!" Mitchell announced, punching
Ryan in the shoulder.
That got them to stop making out.
Zoe crossed her arms, annoyed.
"So, who's your friend?" Mitchell asked Zoe,
winking at me.
I rolled my eyes, disgusted.
Mitchell was such a player, and I wasn't falling for his
charm.
"That's Ashlyn." she replied, reluctuntly.
"Where's your boyfriend, Ashlyn?" He asked
curiously.
Wow, how pathetic, I thought to myself.
"I don't have one." I muttered, trying to avoid eye
contact with him.
"Oh." He smiled, pleased by my responce.
"Can I get you a drink?" He offered.
I couldn't help but let out a sarcastic laugh.
"Sorry." I scoffed. "But unlike you, I
don't drink."
"Well we have water, if you want.." He answered
defensivly.
"Sure, whatever." I sneered, crossing my arms.
He quickly came back with a full glass of water.
As we all talked, I sipped on it until it was gone.
It wasn't until after my sixth glass that I had realized the
water had a strange taste.
I started to feel tipsy, and my words slurred as I spoke.
"S//it." I mumbled under my breath.
Mitchell had spiked my drink.
As we all walked over to the couch to finish our conversation, I
sat on Mitchell's lap.
The alcohol had taken over my body.
One thing led to the next, and we were making out.
"Lets go upstairs." He whispered into my ear.
I still remember the scent of his alcohol filled breath, brushing
against my cheek.
I nodded, and grasped my arms tightly around his neck as he
picked me up, and carried me upstairs.
He pushed open a bedroom door, then closed it.
I remember him laying me on the bed, and undressing me.
If only I would've had the strength to get up.
The strength to leave.
I don't remember much else from that night, other than waking
up in my bed the next morning.
At first I thought it was just a dream, but that hope quickly
faded once I had realized my horrible hangover.
That night had changed me more than I could have ever
imagined.
I started drinking whenever I felt like it, my grades became less
important, and I had suddenly forgotten who Mitchell really
was.
However, I didn't regret any of it.
I lost sight of my perfect little New York girl life, and started
living for the moment.
I began to realize that life isn't perfect, and neither was
I.
All those Disney movies I watched when I was little, started
turning into a joke.
I didn't get a prince charming,with a big house.
I got a player, who seduced me, and made me fall in love with
him.
That's the one thing Cinderella forgets to tell
you.
That life, it's
not like the movies.
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