Reconstructing Amelia (unedited)

Chapter 12

October 18th, 2019

"I'm going to go look for Alan," I told the girls quickly, rising to my feet. They nodded, promising to exchange phone numbers later which I had no intention of doing.

I slipped through the masses of people, trying to pick out Alan from the crowd with no such luck. I discarded my Sprite in a nearby rubbish bin before pressing myself flat against the wall, farthest away from the people. I would just wait for Alan to find me instead.

I watched the crowds, specifically watching his brothers. Their personalities were all so different, it almost made them seem like strangers. Everyone else seemed to be having a great time, it was just me standing all by my lonesome. I still couldn't see Alan and I could feel my anxiety starting to heighten.

"Hey, little lady!" Somebody called to me, stumbling beside me. I didn't recognise him at all. He was tall with red hair and blue eyes, completely towering over my tiny frame. He had to have been several years older than me.

"I'm Micah," he drawled. "What's your name?" He was so close, his cologne unbearably strong.

"M-Mia," I stuttered out. I frantically searched for Alan or even one of his brothers but they were all too far away. Micah held up a red cup filled with unidentifiable alcohol.

"Looks like you could use a drink, Mia," He smirked slyly, holding the cup to my lips. I tried to push him away.

"No thanks, I don't drink," I informed him, hoping my voice wasn't giving my nerves away.

"Ooh, I love your accent," He was tripping over his words, obviously drunk. He forced the cup to my lips, grabbing my mouth and prying it open. The alcohol burned my throat as I choked it down, coughing. It was bitter and disgusting. Most of the drink spilt down my jumper or dribbled down my chin but I was forced to swallow enough down.

It wasn't nearly a second after I stopped coughing when he crashed his lips onto mine, his hands grabbing my hips. I struggled to push him away, as he was much too strong. I flailed my arms out but he pinned me to the wall, kissing my neck.

"What do you say we head upstairs?" He whispered into my ear. Tears were streaming down my face as I continued to helplessly fight back. Micah grabbed my wrists, dragging me toward the stairs. I tripped several times just trying to keep up with his quick pace. Miraculously, I saw Harry and Freddy out of the corner of my eye standing a few yards away, chatting up some girls.

"Harry!" I screamed, trying to rip myself from Micah's grasp. "Harry, help!" His blue eyes locked with mine, quickly analysing the situation. He spoke briefly to Freddy before dashing over and pulling me away from Micah, who looked furious. Micah grabbed for me, a sneer on his face. Harry held me to his chest, whispering a few comforting words.

"Hey, you bastard!" Alan shouted, tackling Micah to the ground. He was punching the living daylights out of the guy, blood quickly forming on his hands. My head began to ache as most of the room turned to watch the commotion. My stomach was churning. I broke away from Harry, quickly rushing out the door and slamming it behind me. I kept walking, ignoring the shouts following me, my feet carrying me farther and farther away from the frat house. Tears spilt down my cheeks as the cold nipped at my skin. I could feel myself trembling as the urge to vomit crawled its way up my throat. I hunched over and emptied the contents of my stomach into a patch of bushes beside me.

"Mia!" Harry's voice appeared behind me. I took a shaky breath, sliding down the little stone wall and wiping my mouth. I felt so funny and achy, finding it harder and harder to breathe with each breath. Harry sat down beside me, his eyes sweeping over me in concern.

"Mia, are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle. I managed to shake my head a little.

"Mia? Mia! Mia!" Alan came sprinting down the sidewalk, instantly kneeling beside Harry and me. "I'm so sorry! I was talking to some of the guys and I lost track of the time, and fuck, I'm so so sorry!"

"I need to go home," I mumbled, the words feeling sticky against my tongue. My head was throbbing and everything seemed to be spinning. My stomach felt like it was on fire and my body felt stiff.

Alan gripped my shoulders with bloody hands as Harry shook me gently.

"Mia?" He shook me again but I couldn't focus properly. I tried to shake the foggy feeling away but I found I couldn't. Alan pointed to the wet patch on my jumper.

"Did you drink something?" he asked. I managed to nod.

"He made me," My words came out in a jumbled whisper. Both boys groaned. Harry pulled me in to lean against his chest.

"You need to get her home," Harry told him, eyeing me with worried eyes.

"Yeah, I know, but I have no idea where she lives," I tried to get up to tell them but the words wouldn't form and my body wouldn't let me move. Alan dug around in his pocket before pulling out his phone and dialling a number.

"Hey, Mia needs help and I need you to come get us," he spoke into the phone. His words started to fade out. Alan's lips were still moving but I could no longer hear the sound. My eyes started to flutter closed and I felt Harry shaking me, his piercing blue eyes focused on me. His lips seemed to be mouthing my name over and over.

"Ineedtogohome," I mumbled hoarsely. I felt myself slipping away, the dark sky conquering my vision until everything went dark.