I was crying, my face was wet. I only dimly remember what happened after that. All I know is Wes carried me to his car and drove me to his house. He held me close on the couch in his attic (his designated hang-out area) and listened to me. Listened to me talk. I told him. I told him everything. Everything that had happened between me and Blake, including the night of the party. It wasn’t the first time I’d blacked out. Ever since the party, it happens occasionally. Why? I think the doctors call it displacement or something. Because Blake didn’t just try to dirty dance with me. When I had gone back in to find Kitty, I accidently found Blake instead. Drunk. Upstairs. Where there weren’t many people. I felt Wes’ grip tighten on me as I told him everything, including how Blake had hit me, and tried to rape me. Except he passed out because of the Alcohol.
At some point I must have fallen asleep because I woke up later with a blanket wrapped around me in the adjoining room.