Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #20 November 2015 | Page 80

He dragged me up the stairs and into a large,
clean bathroom. The light was too bright. Daniel
reached for my shirt and yanked the hem up to expose
my skin. I whined and struggled.

“Stop it,” he snapped. “You’re covered in
puke. You’re not getting into my car like that.”

I let him undress me. It would be all right, I
knew. I would be all right because he loved me even
though he wouldn’t break up with his girlfriend. I
drifted through a haze of alcohol as I listened to water
run as he rinsed out my dress. When I felt fingers at
the edge of my panties I slapped at them, ineffectually.

“Stop it,” I said. “I’m drunk.”

Daniel said, “Come on, Corrine, drink it.”
“Are you serious? You’ve been coming onto

I was drunk already. I spun through the haze of me for two months, and now you’re too drunk to
marijuana smoke and teenage perspiration, clinging to fuck?”

Daniel because I was afraid I would fall off my high
A fearful brand of clarity shivered through the
heels. “No, Danny, my curfew is at midnight. I can’t
liquor
in
my blood, and I forced my eyes to focus. Red
go home plastered. My mom will kill me.”
splotches burned far up on his cheekbones. Daniel

had already taken his pants down. His member was
“God, you’re such a baby.” Danny downed
erect and threatening as a knife. I was mostly naked
a shot and threw me a disgusted look. His hair
now, lying on the bathroom tile. I tried to sit up, tried
was disheveled, his eyes glazed. He still looked so
beautiful to me. “Jenna never acts like this at a party.” to struggle away, but he was bigger than I was. He
shoved my legs apart and thrust himself inside me, and

Shamed, I took the other shot from him. “Ugh. I cried with the pain and the humiliation. I couldn’t
stop him. He was hurting me, and I wasn’t big enough
Fine. You don’t have to be a dick about it.” I shot
to stop him.
the drink. It was strong, and it burned my esophagus

as it went down. But it was too late to stop the fight.
“Stop being such a baby,” he said. “Why are
Angrily shrugging me away, Daniel abandoned me to
my own devices. I toppled onto a couch full of school you crying?”

council members hitting a bong. The treasurer tried to
I haul myself out of my dreams, but I feel
pass it to me just as I realized that last shot had been a
weak
and
shaken. I hate when they go that far. I am
bad miscalculation and spewed vomit over the arm of
surprised to find myself in Polly’s house, watching
the couch onto the floor.
her mother wash the dishes with a frown crouched

between her eyebrows. She looks out the window but
Someone screamed. Someone else swore.
“Sorry,” I said, “Sorry.” I threw up again. Strong arms doesn’t seem to see anything. Is she
worrying about Polly? She shivers and
lifted me and forced me to walk.
looks around, but of course her eyes

don’t latch onto me.
“Dammit, Corrine,” Daniel said. “Come on.”

The Heart above Her
Name
Part 2

By M.L John

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