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I hate him:
‘He’s a character.’
I hate him.'
'C’mon. Let’s go see your friends.’
We rejoined the party, and I silently suffered, cursing the
unfamiliar male cling-alongs who shot me looks I didn’t like and, I
assumed, masturbated with Maria in mind. At some point, Chloe
came out of a back hallway screaming that some of her mother’s
jewelry7 was missing. One of Chloe’s male friends cut the music and
stood on a table. He yelled at everyone and the exits were blocked.
People were made to line up. The girls opened their bags, the boys
emptied their pockets. The search party came up with nothing and
things soured fast. We said our goodbyes and left.
On the drive home I talked dirty to Maria, confident that I had
enough substances in my system for a prolonged fuck. I told her how
hard I was, that I wanted to hold her tits and do her from behind,
that I wanted to have her in her schoolgirl outfit on the kitchen
counter. When we got back to her Mom’s and slipped into bed, she
told me she was too tired to give it a go. I tried to guide her body into
it, but she slapped my hand away.
'What's wrong?
1 don't like your friends.'
I snorted. “Feeling’s mutual.’
‘You hang out with assholes/
You hang out with frauds.'
'Rollie's a rapist.'
What?’
'He rapes girls.’
I grabbed her arm. You don't know what the fuck you're talking
about/
She pulled her limb back but I held on.
'Let go of me!’ I released my grip and she massaged her wing.
Tm going to have a bruise/ she said. Then she rolled over. You're all
so violent.'
‘This is bullshit,' I said, and w7ent to go sleep on the couch.
That night I dreamt Rollie and I were running away from faceless
men. We wrere on a conveyer belt, thousands of feet above the
ground, and I was certain if our pursuers caught us we'd be thrown to
our death. I w7oke and thought about the time I got jumped. I was
fifteen, and two out of towmers, both fucked up and looking to pick a
fight, attacked me on the street. They sucker punched me in the eye
and the stomach, and when I went down, one of them brought their
heel onto my face. They shattered my nose along with most of the
olfactory nerves in my brain, and my sense of smell hasn't ever been
the same.
While I was in the hospital, Rollie somehow found out who these
kids were, and where they were staying. He rounded up a crew and
advanced on the destination, clomping two bricks together. He stood
outside of the house, and shouted threats. One of the bricks went
through the window, but no one came out. Word was, the
cocksuckers had caught wind of the mob and split town.
In the morning, Maria and I both apologized for the previous night,
and chalked our antics up to an overflow7 of alcohol. Over a cigarette
on the balcony, I asked Maria to explain her accusation. She told me
that a ways back, before wTe dated. Rollie and Chloe had briefly
hooked up. One night, when they ware both blasted, Rollie fucked
Chloe. She was too drunk to resist, but also too drunk to consent, and
she lay there silently crying, while he had a go with her. I thought
about a younger Chloe, too bombed to turn her head, lying below
Rollie’s naked body, filled with his unwanted D.N.A.
' Jesus Christ,’ I said. ‘Why didn't she report him?’
T don’t know7. She said she didn’t want to.’
A strong breeze hit us sideways. I pulled Maria close to me and
held her there.
‘What?’ she said.
'Howr’s your arm feeling, love?’
She took a drag of the cigarette and let the smoke out slow7. Then
she showed it to me.
‘No bruise,’ she said. ‘Everything's all right.’