Too young To Resist

Ava Thompson could not believe what she was looking at. She had come to the apartment of Mark Rivera, her boyfriend, to discuss things with him. Hoping that they could come to some sort of an agreement, but what she saw brought her stomach to the floor.

Mark was with his best friend, Bella Cruz in his bedroom. On the bed, they were too close, laughing and kissing. 

"When will you tell her about us?" Bella asked.

"Well, soon baby, just give me time, I will abandon her soon hm? Mark said. 

Ava froze in the doorway. She did not want to be observed, she did not want to stand up to them. So she slipped out, shut the door, and walked away. 

Her telephone was heavy in her hand. She called her best friend Riley Morgan whom she wanted to talk to.

No answer.

She called again. Still nothing.

"Riley, pick up..." Yes, she said; speaking with a trembling voice. She threw the phone on the car seat. There could be nothing to improve this.

Ava started the car and drove. At first, she did not know whether she was heading anywhere, she just had to move, to escape. The city streets were lost in the streetlights. Her thoughts were repeating what she had just watched. Mark. Bella. Their betrayal.

She finally found herself in a club she was used to. The band played loudly, the crowd was dense and the lights flashed everywhere. She had ordered a drink and drank it off. She was scalded down her throat, but it mattered not. It was something she had to burn, she had to experience something other than the betrayal.

One beverage turned into two and then three. Her head turned, and her stomach was turning over at the music. She ran off to the bathroom for a moment, dipped water on her face, and then laughed at herself bitterly. She did not want to think, did not want to be responsible, did not want to care.

After some time, she fell out of her car. Her legs were shaking beneath her, and she got the engine started. She didn't stop at the rules. She only wanted home and she required the walls of her home.

As she drove up in her driveway, the lights in the living room were on. Her parking was fast, and she leaped out of the car and ran into the building.

"Mom? Dad?" she called, her voice tremulous.

No answer.

Then Marcus Hale came out of the corridor. He gazed in amazement at her.

"Ava?" he asked. "You're home early. Is everything okay?"

"Where are Mom and Dad?" Asked her, her speech somewhat indistinct.

They walked out in the evening, said Marcus. "They won't be back tonight. I  only came to make sure that everything is okay. He examined her and saw how wobbly she was. "Ava... are you drunk?"

Ava laughed a little, and very nervously. "I am all right," she said, but it was weak.

Marcus took a sigh and indicated for her to sit down on the couch. "Sit down. You will fall, unless you want to. 

She obeyed. Her legs were weak, and her chest was tight. She put her face in her hands a little. Mark cheated, she at last told.

Marcus frowned. "What? How?"

"I saw him," she whispered. "With Bella. In his bedroom." Her voice cracked. "They were... together."