Saturday, October 30, 2010

Miss Beckie Louise Week 23: A Night Out

Miss Beckie Louise

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Miss Beckie Louise's Choice: Both

A Night Out

That night was meant to be fun, but instead, it turned into my biggest nightmare. From the outfit I wore right down to where I woke up the next morning. My friends had finally got me to agree to a night out. How stupid was I? We went shopping that day, I tried on loads of outfits but nothing screamed at me, and then Leanne let me borrow a dress that I had my eye on about two months ago.

It was nice two months ago, not so much now, but nevertheless it was a dress and a dress was what I was looking for.

I took it with a tight smile and got into it, it fit me like a glove.


The nightclub was a buzzing with people, the energy was contagious. Leanne and the others quickly got drinks while I was looking for a table. The others followed minutes later with drinks, we had a few shots before going out on the dance floor. Due to the amount of people on the floor, I lost my friends quickly. I looked around and I couldn't see them at all.

I bumped into people a lot, I apologised quickly and was always given a look of lust from guys and disgust from the girls. Either way, whichever look I was sent, I was always uncomfortable.

I hated parties like this and I don't know why I ended up giving into the girls. They always ditched me when they had the chance.

I managed to find myself out of the swarm of people and headed for the direction of the ladies. The bathroom was dirty, it might have white tiled floors but the loos themselves were disgusting, with puke all around the edge, and the smell was vile. The noise from the music was getting too much, I hadn't taken my tablets and this made me more sensitive to the noises.

I bent over and held my head in my hands wanting to get out of the place. I threw up over the floor and the shoes I was wearing. I felt a little better but I wasn't 100%. I found my way out of the toilet and back into the club. I was standing by the bar when a guy came up to me and offered me a drink, I took it without even thinking and drank it in one.

I don't remember much after that but the next morning, I woke up in a foreign bed, with a pounding headache and in my underwear.

I lifted my head and squinted around the room, I didn't see any other signs of life but I still called out “Hello” just encase.

There was no one there at all.

I huffed and put my head back on the pillow roughly.


When I got home, I found a note on my door.

I picked it up and opened it.

Thanks for last night, I always knew you were an easy lay, and there's the proof.

Along with the note, a picture fell out, it was of me leaving with him... the man that caused me all the breakdowns for the past three years.