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     Chapter nine
 
     “Fifteen”
 
She wasn’t really
sure
whose couch
she was waking
up on
the night
started out
at a keg party
somewhere
in the San Jose
valley
thrown by some
college guys
that were under
the impression
that her and
her friends
were much older
than they really
were
Zoe and Lace
were both
only fifteen
Cathy sixteen
but Zoe was
quite petite
a slight handicap
when lying about
your age
but she knew
how to dress
so she got the
most out of
those pounds
she did carry
and if you did
have your doubts
when she told
you
that she was 19
the attitude
she was packing
would have you
betting
that she’s telling
you the truth,
she barely opened
her eyes
peeking out from
behind her hair
which was spilling
out over her eyes
she didn’t move
a muscle
as she took a
quick scan of
what she could
of the room
not wanting to
commit
to showing she’s
awake
to anyone
just yet
her throat feeling
dry and parched
and now that
her body knows
she’s awake
she has to go
to the bathroom
she needs to make
a quick decision
dart for the door
and safety
and hope to quickly
find a place to pee
or head for the
bathroom
and hope you’re not
waking up
some place you
shouldn’t be,
she doesn’t see
any demonic
posters
on the walls
and the couch
smells really nice
so she is going
to roll the dice
and use the
bathroom here
she slowly sits up
on the couch
no sudden urge
to throw-up
which is always
a good sign
when waking up
on a foreign couch
she can see now
that this place
is well kept
and definitely
a woman’s place
which starts to
put her more
at ease
she finds the
bathroom
and as she is
washing her hands
with one of those
cute little soaps
shaped like a fish
she found in a
dish by the sink
she sees a picture
of her friend
Lace
and her big
sister
causing her memory
to tilt closer to
normal
last night’s rager
is sliding back
into a retrievable
part of her brain
she looks in the
mirror
and matches up
a couple of bruises
and clawing marks
on her face
with the two girls
from last nights
party
that took exception
to the attention
their guys were
showing them
her friend pushed
back
more than normal
edged on by the
beer
and the blueness
of one of the
other girl’s
boyfriend’s
eyes
next thing she
knew
it was on
her friend got
jumped by two
girls
and she didn’t
waste a second
before charging in
herself
using her speed
and the full weight
of her body
to just bull rush
the bigger of
the two girls
knocking her
right off her
feet
and on to a
IKEA coffee table
that crashed flat
under the impact
of both bodies,
all four girls
were tangled up
but still going
at it
when the guy
throwing the party
intervened
at the sound
of his favorite
table
turning into firewood
him and the tan
Hulk
were able to
squeeze
themselves in
between
the fury of
fists
and hair
flying through
the air
her friend and
her
both were feeling
pretty good about
how the other two
girls were looking
not that they
by any means
got out unscathed,
she was still
bouncing
on her feet
being held back
by the tan Hulk
ready to go
another round
taking the back
of her sleeve
and wiping away
the blood
from a cut above
her left eye
causing it to
smear
across the side
of her face
a dried mark
she can see
clearly now
in the mirror
she hopes she
hasn’t got any
blood
on that nice
smelling couch
she woke up on,
she puts the
little fish soap
back in it’s
dish
checks over all
her parts
to make sure
she didn’t collect
anymore injuries
she hadn’t yet
found
underneath
that 100% cotton
Roxy shirt
she has on
a popular
brand here in
San Jose,
she finds a few
new bruises
under her shirt
but nothing that
won’t fade in
a week
she tucks in her
shirt
and starts buttoning
up her jeans
her whole body
profile
captured in the
full length mirror
on the bathroom
door
it gets more
and more streamline
with every button
she snaps in to place
she wonders how
she’ll look
if she makes it
to forty
will her lines
still have any
of that crispness
that keeps her
now
in the center
of attention,
at forty
when she slides
on her jeans
will she still
be getting faces
to turn in her
direction
as she walks by
Oh Boy, forty
I better set more
attainable goals
see how much
of my ass
I can squeeze into
these jeans at
twenty,
she makes her
way
back to the
couch
checking for any
blood stains
only to find a
clean towel had
been laid out
where she had
rested her head
she picks up
the towel and f
inishes
drying off her
face
bringing that
devilish
“girl about to
get in trouble”
look of hers
to life
and ready for
action
she couldn’t have
gotten more than
three hours of
sleep
last night
but she’s feeling
great
minus her assorted
bruises and
scrapes,
she walks down
the hallway
listens to the
only closed door
and hears what
she hopes is just
snoring
as she opens the
door
and peeks in
she sees her friend
alone in her sister’s
bed
making obscene
noises
as she shakes
her
trying to wake
her up
but she doesn’t
stir
so she punches
her
full force
in the arm
which only makes
her
friend roll onto
her side
and barely open
her eyes
“Hey, wake up
let’s get out
of here”
her friend pulls
the pillow over
her face
and says
“The only place
I’m going is
back to sleep,
how can you
be up already?’
“their has to be
something happening
somewhere,
and I
don’t want to
miss it,
so if you’re going
back to sleep,
I’m going to
just take off then”
she says speaking
into the pillow
as if it was
her
friend’s face
her friend replies
with a weak
“ok, I guess I’ll
see you later”
her friend pauses
for a second
and then calls out
to her
“Hey”
she sits up in bed
“Thanks for last
night”
looking her in
the eye now
with a
“I really
mean it look”
written on her face
“No big deal,
you would have
done
the same for
me
I’m sure”
“yea, you know
I’m there for you,
but why did you
go after the biggest
girl there?”
she smiled at
her friend
as she said
“if you know
you’re going in
to the middle
of it all
you might as well
go in hard
better to lose
fighting against
the biggest dude
on the floor,
Oh, did we win
or lose the fight?”
her friend pulls
the covers over
her head and replies
“I don’t remember”
her friend can feel
her smiling through
the blanket
as she closes the
bedroom door
behind her,
she writes a
quick
note on the kitchen
table
thanking her friend’s
big sister for letting
them crash there
then grabs a
banana
out of a bowl
of fruit
then heads to the
front door
but has a second
thought and jumps
back to her note
and adds a P.S.
I took a banana
thanks, Zoe…
 
     Tom Allen…03-30-2018…