Monday, June 28, 2010

Harter Union: Part Five; Chapter 3

Wendy and I had been drinking and were helping each other up the stairs to her apartment. We kept missing every other step and falling down but found it all incredibly hilarious. “We should…we should probably be a little quieter,” I said.

“Or maybe we shouldn’t have had that twelfth glass of wine,” Wendy noted.

“Or maybe we shouldn’t have had glasses five through twelve but whatever,” I laughed. I helped guide Wendy’s door key into the slot and helped her open the door. We both collapsed on top of each other on the couch and laughed. “What should we do now?”

“How about what we’ve been joking about since the date began?”

“We were just joking…I didn’t think you were being serious,” I looked hard into Wendy’s dark brown eyes.

“I’ve thought long and hard about this and I want you to be my first.”

“No offense, but you are putting a lot of pressure on me,” I chuckled softly.

“If you don’t want to do it, I understand…”

“No…I want to. More than anything, it’s just…are you sure?” I asked wanting to make sure the alcohol wasn’t taking over.

“Come into the bedroom…” Wendy got up and led me to the bedroom. We stood in front of each other in the doorway and looked at each other. I held her cheek and kneeled down to kiss her. We our lips met, she inhaled deeply through her nose, raised her arms and wrapped them around my neck.

I pulled away and looked at her. “Are you sure?”

“Certain.”

We continued making out and Wendy worked my shirt off while I took her shirt off and undid her pants. She undid my pants and slid them down. She sat on her bed and then laid down, pulling me on top of her. We continued kissing and I began taking her bra off as she pulled off my boxers. Suddenly, her phone in the front room rang. I stopped fondling Wendy and rested my forehead on hers. “You should probably get that,” I said.

“It’s probably not important,” she answered.

“It’s nearly three in the morning. Answer it,” I pulled up my shorts and got off of Wendy. She got up and grabbed a robe from her closet. “Somehow I don’t think we’ll finish what we started,” I said, starting to put my clothes back on. Wendy went into the front room and answered the phone. Not even half a minute later she hung up and returned to the bedroom.

“It was Heather. Apparently Melissa is really depressed and wants to talk to you,” Wendy relayed.

“Is Melissa at her apartment?”

“I assume so.”

I finished putting on my clothes and prepared to leave. “I’m sorry we couldn’t finish this.”

“Don’t worry about it. Go. Get to Melissa. She may need help.”

I wanted to kiss Wendy so bad but opted not to and left her apartment.




When I arrived at Melissa’s apartment I listened at the door. It was completely quiet inside. I knocked on the door softly and when there was no answer, I knocked louder. I was a little worried so I tried the doorknob. It was unlocked. I slowly stepped inside and saw that liquor bottles and beer cans littered the floor. I heard music playing in her bedroom so I walked over to her door. I went in and saw that she was lying in her bed in her underwear. I walked around the bed and saw that her right arm was hanging off the side with blood dripping from her wrist into a trash can. “Oh, God!” I grabbed the phone from the nightstand and dialed 9-1-1. “I need an ambulance at 1234 Orchard Lane, apartment 312.”

Next:
Chrissy tells Jason she found someone else and Jeff takes Melissa home from the hospital.

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