I bite my lower lip to stop the tears from coming. There's an accident on the 10 freeway onramp. Two cars are pulled over to the side. A man and a woman are outside, inspecting their cars. I slow down and swerve slightly to left to avoid them.
What if they were all in on it?
Oh yes, officer. This imbroglio began when I went over to see this one guy and he may or may not have had sex with me while I was sleeping, but it also might have been one of his friends? Yes, sir, I was wearing a slutty outfit. Yes, sir, I did willingly get into his bed. And YES all those drunk and high ni@@ah's were right there in the other room. But no, your honor, I did not consent to sex.
Who would believe me? Who would even care?
I can't tell her...
The fist closing on my heart suddenly relaxes as an idea pops into my head.
In fact, don't tell anybody.
No one can blame you if they don't know.
Only the kitchen light is on inside our apartment. I tiptoe in and quietly reach forward to close the door to the bedroom where Kelly is sleeping.
I fuc@#in hate her bionic hearing!
"Ewwwww," she hisses from the darkness. "See? You wasted your good, booty shorts for nothing. Does he have his own place or not? Did he at least take you out to get some food?"
"Yes," I manage. "He has his own place. But no, we didn't go eat or anything. I mean, he had some snacks for the..."
"Snacks!?" Kelly's voice rings with outrage. " You drove your hungover ass all the way over to Hollywood for some snacks and the game!?! UNH-UHH! I'm telling you, there's something about him I don't like..."
I sit down on our sofa and wipe my face with my sweatshirt. I can still smell him on me.