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Born Ugly: book Two	By : KassandraRamsey Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > AU/AR Views: 1616 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: And the badness continues…

Chapter 12: The Worst Night of my Life

We didn’t go to a club, we went to a party that David’s cousin was throwing while his parents were out of town.

Margo was right, David had changed. He wasn’t the embarrassingly over-affection little boy he had been. He had become a snob.

From the way he dressed, it was obvious that he had money, but he was sure to drop a mention of his dad’s net worth into every conversation he had. He was rich, good-looking, arrogant and very grabby. I lost count of how many times I had to slap his hands away from my hips on the ride over.

Cars lined the street of the quiet neighborhood, and I wondered how long the neighbors would put up with the noise of the party before the police would be called.

I kept a frozen smile on my face through it all. I was polite, nodding at anyone who acknowledged me, but I held myself stiff and I didn’t talk much.

David didn’t seem to mind. Once he was sure that everyone knew I’d come with him, he left me to my own devices. I was very relieved.

A couple of people came over to talk, recognizing me from my stage work. I actually began to relax a little, and my smile thawed a bit.

Then Margo came over with a drink for me and the night was blown to hell.

“I don’t want it, Margo! We’re too young to drink,” I hissed at her.

She scowled at me.

“Drink it, or I’ll tell Gran-”

But I grabbed the cup out of her hand and downed the drink in three big gulps before she could finish.

To this day, I don’t know what was in that thing. Whatever it was messed me up, bad.

I was hit with a wave of dizziness, and had to put a hand on the wall to steady myself.

“Margo, what was in that?” I asked, but she was no longer next to me.

I turned in a circle looking for her, but all I got for my trouble was added dizziness and a bunch of odd looks from people around me.

I was scared. There was obviously something wrong with me, and looking around I couldn’t see anyone that I knew.

I heard a familiar laugh coming from the next room. David.

I shuddered, but stumbled my way to him.

I must have fallen, because the next thing I knew, David was helping me to my feet.

“Don’t feel good. Want to go home,” I muttered to him, swaying slightly.

He frowned and shook his head.

“I can’t leave yet, babe. Let’s go upstairs, and you can lay down for a bit,” he said, and turned me toward the stairs.

I could hear the warning bells in my head, but I was helpless to do anything about it.

I cried the whole way up the stairs.

“God, someone slipped you something strong,” I heard him say as I collapsed on a bed in an empty room.

I curled up in the fetal position and sobbed.

I heard him sigh, then felt the bed dip as he sat down on it. I sobbed harder when he started rubbing small circles on my back.

“Shh! It’s okay, Dorothy. I’m here,” he said soothingly.

“I w-want Erik!” I half-yelled, half-sobbed.

He snorted.

“Your imaginary fiancée?” he asked, laughing.

I couldn’t talk anymore, my tongue felt swollen.

He sighed again, then stood up.

“I’m going back to the party. Try to sleep, and I’ll come check on you in a little while.”

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My head was pounding when I woke up. A glance at the bedside clock told me that about three hours had passed. From the sound of the pulsating music barely muffled by the bedroom door, I could tell that the party was still in full swing.

I still felt pretty sluggish, but I could think more clearly now.

I slowly got to my feet and stumbled toward the door, I barely made it to the restroom down the hall before my stomach emptied itself into the toilet.

I cleaned myself up, rinsing my mouth with some mouthwash I found under the cabinet.

As I struggled to make myself more presentable, I came up with a plan. I would call a taxi to drive me home, and then tell Margo I was leaving because I was sick. Hopefully, she’d be too drunk to care.

I couldn’t find Margo, and I didn’t want to talk to David, so I found a phone. I was about to call a cab when it occurred to me that I didn’t have any money with me.

I cursed my stupidity, then called Erik’s private line at the house. Of course I got no answer. He was rarely at home anymore. I tried the main line, but Mrs. Peterson didn’t answer either. She would be in bed by now, and had one of those sound machines to help her sleep. She’d never hear the phone.

I racked my brain, and finally remembered the number to the theatre. I knew Erik would be there. He wouldn’t answer the phone, but maybe he’d be able to hear my voice on the answering machine.

It rang six times before the recording picked up.

The message went on forever, advertising the upcoming production, gift certificates, box office hours, etc… Finally I heard the familiar beep and could begin recording.

I opened my mouth to speak but a sob came out instead of words. I forced myself to take a deep breath, then I called Erik’s name a few times.

“Erik, if you can hear me, please pick up! I need your help! I’m stuck at a party Margo dragged me to and someone put something in my drink. I don’t know the address. It’s David Bishop’s cousin Michael’s house. I’m scared, Erik. Please help me…”

The message machine clicked off, not allowing me to say anything else.

I hung up the phone and started crying again.

After a few minutes I came back to myself long enough to realize that I was attracting attention.

I collected myself as best as I could and slowly made my way outside, hoping some fresh air would help chase away the lingering nausea. I wanted to just start walking home, but I didn’t know which direction to go.

There was a small group of tipsy guys out on the front porch smoking, and a few of them whistled as I walked past. I ignored them, and rounded the house to find a spot to hide. I sat on the ground, obscured by a bush, but through the foliage I had a good view of the front door. When Margo, Robbie, and David left, I’d see them.

My brain refused to work any further, and I just sat on the ground humming absently.

I don’t know how much time had passed before I felt a hand grip my shoulder.

I turned and gasped as I saw three of the guys who’d whistled at me earlier on the porch.

End Chapter 12

A/N: Erik returns next chapter with a vengeance! Hang in there ‘till tomorrow.
-Kassandra
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