All night long...Part two

This is a continuation of a the previous post. You may want to read that first so this one makes sense.

So there I was, lying in the grass, with Chuck beside me. I could hear Emma, Sara and Deb nearby, but I couldn't see them. I have no idea how long we were there, but it felt like forever.

Eventually we heard the guys calling out that it was okay, the cops had left. Chuck tried to help me up, but it was at that point I realized, I had had far too much to drink, and walking just was not an option for me. He told me to sit tight, that he would be right back.

Emma came over and sat down beside me and gave me the look. It was the "What Did You Do?!?" look, that I had seen from her many times before.

"Where the hell did you and Rob go off too?" she asked me.

"Ohmigod Em..." I answered..."Please tell me I didn't just do what I think I did"

"You fucked him didn't you?" She asked.

"Yeah....I think I did." I replied, putting my head in my hands. Why was it that while in the moment some things felt so right, but moments later, you know it was so wrong? "Oh Em. You know how much I like him, I just couldn't help myself."

We could hear a noise coming towards us, and we looked up to see Chuck being pushed by one of the other guys in a shopping cart from the Supercentre.

"I got you a ride Tee....hop in!" He said, a huge grin on his face. Chuck scooped me up and dropped me in the cart, and pushed me across the street where Rob, Chris and some other guys were waiting in a car. I laughed and laughed, for a moment forgetting all about Rob.

This is the part of the night that gets really foggy for me. I later found out that Emma went home with Mike, and I got into the car with the guys. I know I was in the back, sandwiched between Chris and some blonde guy I did not know. There was another girl was with us, I cannot recall if it was Deb or Sara, or if it was someone else. I don't know who was driving the car, but Rob was in the front seat, and I think Chuck was there too.

I have a flash of a memory of being at the Sunoco station down by Mapleview Mall, which was on the other side of town from where we started out. I can remember the guys talking about a stolen credit card, I think they were trying to buy gas with it.

My next memory is being in front of the 24 hr Ultra Mart on Fairview, again another side of town. Rob was trying to get some food with the credit card, but back then grocery stores didn't take them. Again this is just a flash in my mind. I was seeing this all while being semi conscious in the backseat of the car.

Next thing I knew, I opened my eyes to see the flashing lights of Sam The Record Man. I bolted upright as I realized we were on Yonge Street in Toronto! We were driving down the street, Rob was hanging out the window yelling, and Chris had his arm around me.

"What the Fuck!" I said. "How did we get here!"

"We drove Tee, how do you think we got here!" Someone said to me, I don't recall who.

I looked at the clock and saw it was almost 2am. I asked how long I had been out.

Chris looked down at me and told me that I had been in and out of consciousness for about 3 hours. He said, "Don't worry though, we took good care of you.", and then winked.

I looked at him, eyes wide and said, "I'll bet you did"

I searched the floor and found my purse, thank god someone had put that in the car with me. I took out my smokes, and searched for a lighter. Chris pulled one out and lit my cigarette for me.

"You're very peaceful when you are sleeping" he said to me. "But also responsive to touch".

"What were you doing while I was out!!" I said, feeling a little nervous.

"Nothing you didn't enjoy". He said back. The guy next to me laughed, I turned to him and begged him to tell me what Chris meant.

"I'm not saying a word..." he said.

I put my head back again, wondered what the hell I had gotten myself into, and promptly passed out.

Sometime over the next few hours we ended up at someone's house on Palmer Drive, which was close to where the night had begun. I don't recall arriving there, I don't know who's house it was, and I don't even know how I got inside.

I do remember being in the basement of the house. Rob and Chris were there too. I woke up on the basement floor, between Rob and Chris. Rob was fast asleep, and Chris still had his arm around me.

My movement must have alerted Chris to the fact that I was awake, he propped himself up on one arm and smiled at me.

"You know, I was told I was going to meet this really great girl tonight, " he said to me, "but so far I've only really seen you sleeping, or taking off with Rob. When do I get to know you?"

"Sorry" I replied, "I didn't know. And I certainly did not mean to get that drunk."

Someone in the room, there were a few people there, told us to be quiet. Chris sat up, took my hand and pulled me up too. "Come on, let's go upstairs", he said.

We went up to a room, that appeared to be someone's sewing room. It was small, with hardly any furniture, and the only place to sit was on the floor. At first I was begging Chris to tell me what had happened that night after we left the Supercentre, he insisted nothing, that he was only teasing me earlier. I still to this day don't know if that was true, but I chose at that time to believe him.

I found out that it was around 5:00 in the morning. We talked for awhile, what about I don't know, but soon I found myself getting really tired again. Not from the beer so much anymore, just from the lateness of the hour. Chris and I laid on the floor, I put my head on his shoulder and promptly fell asleep.

I was not asleep for long though before I felt Chris' hand moving up my top, finding it's way to my bra strap and releasing it. I was so tired I did not even react. He seemed nice, and he was paying more attention to me than Rob did. I can recall thinking that I did not want Rob to think I was pining after him, and knowing that this would get back to him I let Chris continue. What a warped way of thinking I had back then!

So before long, Chris had my pants down, and he was fucking me. Two guys in one night, this was a new low, even for me. Even as it was happening, I felt totally disgusted with myself. I laid there, staring at the ceiling, Chris's hair in my face, wishing I knew how to say no. Trying to figure out how I kept getting into situations like this.

When it was over, Chris rolled over and fell asleep. I laid there for awhile, and once he started to snore, I got up, put my clothes back on, gathered my things, and looked for the front door. At this point I did not even know where I was, I was hoping I would be able to figure it out. I was relieved when I stepped outside to find myself standing on Palmer Drive, and I could see a bus stop a few doors down. The sun was starting to come up, and I was close enough to Guelph Line that I could hear the traffic picking up. I caught the first bus, and spent the next hour it took to get home, making up my excuses for coming home in the morning instead of bein g at Emma's. If only I knew what was in store for me there.

I found out later that Emma's mother had called our house looking for her at around 10:00 the night before. She had a feeling that Emma was out with Mike, and she was right. So my Dad had been out looking for me from about 11:00 till sometime in the middle of the night. Turns out he was pretty close to finding me at times too.

I had been in crap before, but this was bad. My Dad was so pissed at me, and my mom looked like she had aged 10 years overnight. The worst part about it was that we had tickets to go and see Alice Copper a few weeks later, and both Emma and I were grounded from going. If I have to say I regret anything the most about that night it was that. Seeing Alice Cooper in the 80's was a huge thing for someone like me, and it was something I never forgave them for. Parents just don't understand.......You'd think they could have found some other way of punishing me. I just rebelled harder after that. I blamed them. If they had not given me such a rediculous curfew, I would not have felt the need to lie and stay out all night.

I don't think I ever spoke to Chris again after that night. Saw him here and there, but we pretty much ignored each other. I guess he got what he wanted out of me.

Rob, I saw around too. Had to, he was Mike's best friend, and Emma was mine. It was always very impersonal though. Nothing like that night, at least until the following year that is.

But that is another story, and I have better ones to tell before that one.