Betrayed

Chapter 2

My sister and I had never been particularly close, in fact we hated each other growing up. She was popular had loads of friends, I was bookish and kept to myself. It wasn’t until she gave birth to my nephew and I moved in with her that we bonded and she became my closest friend and only real ally throughout my situation with Mike. On my nineteenth birthday she planned a surprise party for me, the surprise was ruined a couple weeks before the party but it didn’t matter because it would be the first actual party I had as a teenager, which was good since it would be my last year as one.

The party was in Massachusetts at her house so my parents and brother packed up and headed up there the afternoon of my birthday. I was so happy and dressed in a cute mini and my black baby tee. I was known for my odd taste in clothing lately. I spent eighteen years as an overweight gawky unattractive loser, now that I had lost the excess weight and gotten out of my shell I was determined to make an impression. One of the main reasons I had gotten my lip pierced that summer. I wanted to keep shocking everyone like I had when I showed up a person lighter. When I walked in the house was themed after Mardi Gras, alcohol was in full supply and the parents would be leaving early to give us kids a night of our own. Cara and Mike were there when I showed up; Cara hugged me and squealed, “Happy Birthday Fi!” Her little sister had given me the nickname FiFi when she couldn’t pronounce Tiffy. Mike followed suit changing Fi to Fiona, he had given me that name when I had lived in Massachusetts months earlier. He decided I should have my own nickname from him, and when he heard Fi, he thought Fiona, so although my name was Tiffany, he never used it.

Once the adults had exited and it was us kids, the beer pong cups began filling and people slipped away to smoke in the basement. Of course when you mix alcohol, drugs and teenagers, there is sure to be drama. It started with the guys playing beer pong, they wanted to rule the table and not let other people play, including myself, none of them seemed to remember it was my birthday. Christiane put a stop to that by yelling at the guys and insisting who ever wanted to play could play. My cousin Matt and Cara’s boyfriend Mike weren’t too happy with the situation but finally backed down.

Mike had decided to go into the basement where the drug supply was running freely. After a few hits and quite a few more beers he was back up the stairs ready for war. He hadn’t spent much time with Cara that night and was beginning to think she was flirting with other guys. Reasonable accusation since only weeks prior he had found out she was cheating on him with multiple people. This time she was innocent since the guys he claimed she was flirting with were friends and she was hanging out with them because I had a crush on the older one.

He was Nathan, my sister’s best friend’s younger brother. He was nineteen and sold weed at night while being a carpenter during the day. Our sisters had been pushing us together since the day I moved in with my sister but up until now I hadn’t been biting. I was never really into the drug scene not to mention the “thug” lifestyle which he was king of. Now that I was nineteen and sick of being single I decided to go for it, he was a genuinely nice guy who was always sweet to me. I wasn’t a complete angel, I had smoked a few times and figured weed wasn’t that horrible and as for his choice in music and clothes, I wasn’t superficial, I could get past it.

That night, Nate and I hung out a bunch and even I smoked with him. As we were sitting in the basement passing a blunt back and forth a war was erupting at the top of the stairs.

“You’re a fucking whore!” Mike screamed as he pushed Cara into the stairway.

“Fuck you.” Cara exclaimed as she drunkenly stumbled backwards. Mike had closed the door on her and walked back into the living room where everyone else was singing and dancing.

“What the hells going on now?” Christiane asked Mike as he walked towards the door.

“Mike I HATE YOU!” Cara bitched as she tore back into the upstairs even more pissed he had shut the door on her. She walked up to his face and pulled his chin towards her.

“Don’t touch me Cara, seriously let fucking go.” When she continued to refuse he grabbed her arm and twisted it around her back pushing her towards the futon a few feet away. He pushed her down and walked backwards.

“We’re fucking done. You’re nothing but a stupid whore. I’m leaving.” Mike began walking towards the door but Christiane cut him off.

“You’ve been drinking, you can not leave. I can’t let you, you’re drunk and high and will get yourself killed.” He ignored her and walked out the door. Since she didn’t know how else to keep him there she came to find me.

At this point I was clueless as to what had occurred, none of us in the basement had heard them fighting. When Christiane got me she was rambling.

“Mike’s trying to leave, he’s in his car, he’s drunk, he can’t drive, stop him.” She hadn’t mentioned the fight, or break up he’d had with Cara to make him leave so I didn’t know the extent. I rushed out the door without my shoes on. The gravel was cold to touch because of the chilly spring night and more than a rock or two marred my bare feet. I crossed the street to where he was sitting in his car with it running. He rolled the window down as I approached, he looked a mess. I really didn’t know what was going on. So drunk and high me asked while giggling.

“Tell me Mike hun, what happened this time?”

“I’m leaving, she’s a bitch Fiona.” She obviously being Cara and yet again they had gotten into an argument that would rule the night. I hadn’t been to a party or holiday in the last year without those two fighting and causing it to be all about them. I won’t lie I was pissed they had taken over my birthday as well.

“Mike you can’t drive, you’re drunk. Give me your keys and come smoke with me. It will be better in the morning.”

“Tell her to come out here, I’m not going inside again.”

“We both know she won’t, why don’t you just come inside. It’s my birthday, I want you to have fun like everyone else.”

“I’m sorry Fiona, I can’t.” He began rolling his window up with my hand in it. At first I let my hand be pushed up with the window, he wouldn’t close it on me, right? Wrong he kept it moving so finally I moved.

“Mike come on!! You can not drive! You’re too drunk!” I had given up hope at this point; he was going to drive away regardless of what I said. It was a hopeless case.

“I love you Fiona. I’m sorry. I can’t. I love you Fiona, but I’m sorry.” He repeated the sentence a million times until his window was up and he was down the street. I walked back across the street and into the house.

“Um, he left. I couldn’t do much. He wouldn’t listen to me. He just kept saying he loved me.” I laughed as I told my sister and other party goers what had occurred. Cara was in the corner keeping to herself.

“He pushed me down the stairs. He fucking hurt me!” This was the first I was hearing about that. I was shocked and honestly didn’t believe her. He wouldn’t do that. A kid who had shown up, no one really knew, a friend of a friend type backed her story up. Mike hadn’t pushed her, simply nudged her into the hallway, but the way she told it he had thrown her, and with this random kid backing her up, I bought into it. I was pissed they sent me outside to get the fucker who had thrown my cousin down the stairs.

Everyone slowly went back to drinking, and forgot about the previous encounters. My brother in law had let us know the real story of what happened since he had been standing in the doorway when it all went down. We all knew how dramatic Cara was and weren’t surprised. We figured the other kid was too drunk to know the difference between and push and a throw.

At about four a.m. people slowly drifted home and we all found random places to pass out. It was the next few weeks when the shit would really hit the fan. That night was only the beginning of a brutal break up.