She wont change – Chapter Nine – Party hard
School was now nearing its final weeks, and Sara could finally relax now that Eric was out of the way. Apparently, he had signed up for early graduation and completed his exams so that he could fulfill his life-long secret dream of joining the Peace Corps. Sara figured that this was a bit less than accurate and would soon find out, to her unending amusement, that Mrs. Harling had recently adopted the adorable baby Erika.
Sara introduced John to her various groups of friends, which of course was awkward at first; John wasn’t used to social interaction. But as time went on and his face became more familiar, he established himself as a well-liked figure around the school. People found him to be insightful, and often came to him for help and advice. The boys began inviting him to baseball games, movie nights, and other get-togethers. John delighted in his newfound position among his peers.
One Saturday night, in early May, a boy was throwing a huge end-of-the-year party. His parents were out of town, and there was sure to be plenty of booze to go around. The boy invited nearly everyone in the senior class, including Sara and John. Knowing the implications, John was a bit apprehensive. But after some convincing from Sara, he caved and agreed to go with her.
Sara told her parents that she was going to John’s house to hang out. They informed her that she was to return home promptly at midnight, and that she knew the consequences if she didn’t. John picked her up outside her house, and they arrived at the party around 9:00. Nothing too crazy was occurring; they entered and received some warm greetings while walking through the hall. Loud pop music blasted on the radio and some couples were dancing together in the middle of the living room, some holding red solo cups filled with alcohol. John noticed the various bottles sitting on the counters and tables, and grew tense. He turned to Sara saying, “Please don’t drink too much. I don’t want you getting in trouble with your parents.”
“It’s fine, John.” She smiled at him. “Relax a little and have some fun.”
John maintained his tone. “Well, just don’t let it get out of control, okay?”
“Yeah, whatever.” Sara headed eagerly for the ice bin filled with Bud Light and grabbed one, popping it open. As she drank, John shook his head, wishing they hadn’t come.
“John! How ya doin’ man?” The voice came from John’s left, and he turned to see the relaxed, smiling face of one of his recently-acquired friends.
“Hey Tim,” John replied in a friendly tone. “Doing good, how you been?”
“Hey, just partyin’ up man! You should come to the basement; that’s where all the good shit is.”
It was then that John noticed Tim’s red eyes and funny smell. “Um… I think I’m good.”
“Look dude, you don’t gotta take it if you don’t wanna. No pressure man, the guys downstairs just wanna see ya.” He brushed the long, raggedy hair from his bloodshot eyes.
Not wanting to be the buzz kill of the party, John said, “Alright, I’ll come with you. But lemme just-” He motioned toward Sara as Tim grabbed his hand.
“Come on,” Tim said, “you’re gonna love it down there. This is where the real party’s at.”
John looked back at Sara as he was dragged to the stairway leading to the basement. She was still chugging thirstily from the bottle. He called out, “Hey Sara! I’ll be right back; remember what I said, okay?”
Sara swallowed and looked to him. “Yeah, sure John.” There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice as she went back to her bottle.
The smell of freshly-lit joints overwhelmed John as they descended into the basement. The room was lit by dimming lights turned less than halfway on, and the smoke made the light even less effective. John made out about a dozen people sitting in various locations, some on the floor and some on the furniture. A pair on the couch was sharing a joint, while a small group on the floor in front of them passed a bong around. Empty chip bags and cereal boxes littered the floor.
One large, bearded teen stood up and walked over to them. “Hey John! Good to see ya, bro!” John cringed as the chubby stoner pulled him into a bear hug.
“Yeah, hey Chuck.” The boy maintained his position for a while, then released at last.
As John looked tensely around the room, Chuck said, “Hey Tim, where’s the snacks bro? We’re running dry down here!”
Tim got a surprised look on his face, as if having an epiphany. “Oh yeah! That’s why I went upstairs! Hey Johnny, gotta ditch ya for a little bit. Be right back with some pretzels.”
Tim walked back up the stairs and passed the living room, where Sara was dancing by herself, beer bottle still in hand. “Man, I LOVE this song!” she exclaimed as she moved her diapered hips to the beat of the music. Some boys were starting to take notice, and a small crowd formed to watch.
“Hey Sara,” one said, “wanna try some’a this?” He held up a brown bottle of whisky.
Sara looked over at the bottle being held in the air. She stopped moving and scratched her head, saying, “Um, I dunno. John told me not to drink too much and I already had-“
“Here, just a sip won’t kill ya.” The boy poured a small trickle into a red cup and held it out for her. She hesitated, but started walking over. “Sure, but just a sip,” she warned.
Meanwhile, John was trying to politely find a way back upstairs. “Hey Chuck, this looks really fun and I’d love to stay down here, but Sara is upstairs and I should probably get back to her.”
“Hey man,” Chuck responded easily, “Sara’s a big girl. Just relax and let her do her thing. Look, I want ya to see somethin’.” He led John over to the circle passing the bong around. He pointed at it saying, “You look tense, bro. This stuff right here? This will cool your nerves. Why don’tcha try a little and see what you think?”
The person holding the bong noticed John and happily held it out to him. John held up his hands. “I’m good, guys. I don’t need any of that; I gotta drive Sara home tonight.”
One girl in the circle said, “Oh c’mon. It’s not like you’re getting drunk. Just a little high is all.”
Tim came back down the stairs carrying several bags of pretzels and, seeing what was going on, walked over to the group. “Damn, Chuck, what’re you doin’? I told him he didn’t have to try this stuff if he didn’t wanna.”
Chuck looked back at him. “But he did wanna try it, right John?” The two stoners both looked at John.
“Look, I’d rather not. I gotta get back upstairs.” As he made his way anxiously up the stairs, he could hear Tim accusing Chuck of scaring him off.
He entered the living room and saw a group of boys crowding the room. Sara stood on the coffee table in the center, dancing wildly, nearly falling off at one point from dizziness. As John watched, he saw his girlfriend take her shirt off and unhook her bra. The whole room watched the girl’s boobs bounce up and down as she continued her wild dance routine. The boys began hooting and hollering, and John made his way quickly to the center of the crowd.
“Sara!” he yelled furiously. “Sara, get the hell down from there!”
Sara looked down at John, faintly aware that she was in trouble. She tried to lower herself down but found it impossible in her current state of inebriation. John grabbed her hands and lowered her down, putting her bra and shirt back on. The crowd, disappointed at the interruption, started to disperse.
John glared at the drunken girl. “Damn it Sara, I told you not to drink too much! Can’t you just control yourself?”
Sara tried to focus her vision on the boy in front of her, and as his words started registering in her head, she came up with a response. She muttered, “You know what I think about that?” She then turned around and stuck her butt out at John, farting and shitting herself loudly. John could do nothing but watch as the seat of her diaper, visible through her yoga pants, started inflating with wet feces. As she finished, she fell butt first on the floor, squishing the mess and laughing herself insane. She started attracting some curious looks, and John picked her up, putting her arm over his shoulder. He was incredibly angry with her, but knew that the joke had been the alcohol talking. Now, all he wanted was to take her home and let her sleep off her drunkenness.
He helped her to the car and put her in the passenger seat where she immediately fell asleep, mouth agape. He then drove to his house, where he picked up Sara and carried her inside with some difficulty. He laid her down on his bed and started changing her soggy, filled diaper. He wiped her butt tenderly, making sure it was completely clear of the mess. Angry as he was, he didn’t want her rash to return. After throwing the diaper away, he pulled the covers over Sara and laid her on her side. He then brought some sheets over to the couch in the living room, where he slept for the night.
Sara awoke the next morning to the ringing of her cell phone. Her head felt about to burst, and as she sat up, she felt sickness take her over. She rushed to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet, her head spinning with the effort. As she finished retching, she once again turned her attention to the ringing phone in the bedroom. She walked back towards it and picked it up, and saw that it was was her father. “Oh, shit,” she whispered. A wave of terror flooded over her body, and she felt like throwing up again. She answered and put the phone slowly to her ear, cautiously saying the word, “Hello?”
“God, Sara! Where the hell are you? Are you okay?” Her dad’s voice boomed over the line, and Sara felt her head about to split in two from the noise.
“Yeah,” she responded. “I’m fine, just not so loud please. John drove me home last night so I’m at his place.”
“What do you mean he drove you home? You told me you would be at his house all night!”
Sara realized what she had said, and her stomach turned. “Um… Well, we just went out to a McDonald’s real quick-“
“Why does your voice sound raspy?”
“Yeah, just um… Just some allergies or something I think.”
“Listen to me, young lady. Your mother has been up all night worried sick about you. I called you 10 times to see where you were and nearly ended up calling the cops. Now you get your ass home right now before I drive over there and kick it home.” The phone clicked as her dad hung up. Sara rushed over to where John laid on the couch and shook him awake.
“John!” she said anxiously. “John, wake up! You gotta take me home, now!”
As John stirred, he opened his eyes and looked up at the girl. “Why, what happened…” he said, still half asleep.
“I didn’t call my parents last night. They’re gonna kill me if you don’t take me home now!”
John suddenly recalled the events of the previous night, and sat up. “You’re lucky I don’t make you walk home after what happened last night. What were you thinking?? I TOLD you not to drink too much; you made a fool out of yourself in front of everyone!”
“John,” Sara cried, “We don’t have time for this right now! Get your keys and let’s go!”
John reluctantly complied and went for his keys, which were sitting on the kitchen table. As they hurried out to the car, John continued his rant: “Do you even remember what you did last night? Do you know how stupid you looked?” He sat in the car and turned the key in the ignition.
Sara said in protest, “John, you’re not the boss of me, okay? No, I don’t remember everything that happened last night, but I do remember that I had a great time! What did you do, sit in the corner like a loser?”
John pulled out of the driveway and started for Sara’s house. “Well I’ll tell you what I DIDN’T do: I didn’t take off my shirt in front of everyone and start dancing like some kind of animal!”
“Oh, so now I’m an animal? Nice to know how you really feel about me!”
“Sara, that’s NOT how I feel about you! That ISN’T you! You were a totally different person last night because you didn’t listen to me when I told you not to drink so damn much!”
“Look John, I’m about to get yelled at by my parents so I don’t need to hear it from you too. Please just be quiet, my head really hurts.”
John was about to say something else, but realized she was right. He would let her parents deal with her when they got home.
They pulled into the driveway, and Sara left without so much as a goodbye. John was equally silent as he turned around and headed back toward his own house, leaving Sara to face her father’s wrath.
As she walked through the front door, her mother ran up to her. “Oh, thank God! My baby’s okay!” She hugged Sara, then sniffed the clothes she was wearing. “What’s that smell?” she asked.
Just then, Sara’s father came into view. He walked toward her, his aging face full of fury. “Didn’t I tell you to come home last night at midnight? You didn’t even call or anything!” As he drew nearer, he too caught Sara’s strange scent. “Is that… whisky?”
Sara was speechless. She opened her mouth, trying to find words, but none came to her. Her father got close and sniffed once more.
“That is whisky! What the fuck were you doing drinking whisky?” Then, the truth came crashing down on him like a boulder. “Did you go to a party last night?”
Sara denied it. “No, I-“
“God damn it, Sara, I swear if you lie to me I’ll kick you out of the fucking house!”
Sara sighed, knowing she was caught. She said softly, “Yes, I was at a party.” Trying to save face, she quickly added, “But it was just a small one! Some guy got out a little whisky and we all had a little, that’s it!”
Her father was incredulous. “You’re still lying to me, aren’t you? You didn’t call because you were too damn drunk, is that it? Well, I don’t want you hanging out with that John kid ever again! He’s a bad influence on you; ever since you met him-“
“NO!” Sara felt tears forming in her eyes, and she finally spilled the whole story. “John had nothing to do with it, I MADE him come with me! He told me not to drink, but I didn’t listen! He saw that I was drunk and acting stupid so he carried me to his car and drove me home and put me in his bed while he slept on the couch. That’s what happened, I swear!” Tears now streamed down her face, which was red with guilt. Bethany watched all of this from the top of the stairs, covering her mouth, not quite able to believe what her sister was saying.
Her father, finally satisfied that he had the truth, took a deep breath. “Okay, Sara. We had this discussion once before, and I warned you that if you didn’t call us to tell us where you were, I would ground you for a month. So that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
Sara’s heart sunk. “No…”
“Yes. That means no leaving the house except for school, not even to see your boyfriend. When summer comes, you can’t leave the house at all. And since you won’t be leaving the house, you won’t be needing your cellphone either.” He held out his hand. Sara reached into her pocket slowly, pulling out her phone and setting it in her father’s waiting palm. “I’ll give it to you before you leave for school every morning, and you give it directly back to me or your mother when you come home. Do you understand?”
Sara nodded, unable to form words in her current state of self-pity.
“Good. You’re lucky I don’t ground you for the whole summer.” With that, he turned and walked away into the kitchen. Sara trudged up the stairs, and she saw Bethany scurry to her room and shut the door. As she continued making her way to her room, the terrifying reality of her punishment slowly began sinking in: if she couldn’t see John, there would be nobody to change her diaper.
The End of She wont change – Chapter Nine.
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