Abigail & Karley: Part 2- The Date

Warning: This section has a sexual assault scene, as well as some mild language usage and general uncomfortable behavior. Continue reading at will.

Karley and Abigail went out to the dance floor, the music loud and thumping. The girls were dancing together, with the former being more intoxicated than the latter. Lights in the bar were a swirling mass of colors, and the sound of people laughing and talking filled the air, giving Abigail a slight migraine. Karley was dancing against Abigail, eyes closed with a somewhat goofy grin on her face due to her intoxication. Abigail stopped drinking nearly an hour prior, opting instead for sodas as her beverage of choice. Karley, however, continued drinking shots and mixed drinks to the point of her breath smelling strongly of the alcohol she had been drinking.

“Hey, I’ve been having a nice time, but I think maybe we should wrap things up soon? It’s getting a bit late, and I have work tomorrow.” It felt as if everything stopped, Karley looking at her with a mix of sadness and frustration. “Whaaaat? But we’re having such a nice tiiiime!” She slurred, draping her arms over Abigail’s shoulders. She nodded, a nervous chuckle escaping her mouth as she tried stepping back slightly. “We are, yeah! But it’s nearly 8:30, I need to get home.”

Karley stepped closer to Abigail, her eyes darkening slightly. “You can’t leave yet!” She exclaimed, reaching out to grab her hand. The girls stood there momentarily, the lights still swirling around them. Nobody around seemed to notice Abigail’s discomfort or Karley’s pushy behavior. She took Abigail’s silence as compliance and continued dancing against her, turning back around.

Karley turned around to face her once more, a drunken smile still plastered onto her face. “You know..” She began, words slurred and breath reeking of alcohol. “You’ve got a great body.” She loosely planted her hands on Abigail’s waist before trailing them up her torso to her chest. The room felt like it was spinning as Karley cupped her breasts, squeezing them before moving her hands to Abigail’s.

Everything inside Abigail felt like it was on fire, like she was an outsider looking in. She stood there, feeling like she was in the wrong for being uncomfortable. After all, she had a beautiful woman in front of her, dancing on her and clearly having a nice enough time that she didn’t want the date to end. But is it really such a great date if one of them is vehemently uncomfortable?

Abigail tried once more to leave. “Karley? I really need to get going soon.” She immediately felt Karley’s grip on her hand tightening as her heart beat in her chest. The two girls stared at each other for what felt like an eternity before Karley finally spoke. “But I don’t want you to leave.” Panic rose inside Abigail as she desperately tried to think of an escape route, as Karley’s statement sounded more like a demand than a request.

“Fine, but can I at least go get another drink? This dancing is making me thirsty.” The grip on her hand loosened as Karley nodded. “Of course!” She exclaimed with a chipper tone, as if she wasn’t almost holding Abigail hostage. As Abigail walked over to the bar, she could feel Karley’s eyes practically staring daggers into her back. She sat at the bar, waiting for a bartender to come over to her.

“Hey there! What can I get for ya tonight?” The bartender asked her, using one hand to wipe down the inside of a glass. Abigail hesitated, fidgeting with the rings on her fingers. “Can I uh, can I get an Angel shot?” The bartender’s face immediately tightened as he nodded, muttering something into an earpiece attached to his shirt. After a few moments, another bartender came and stood near Abigail.

The second bartender led her into a room in the back of the building, separated from the bar and dance floor. She closed the door behind the three of them, securely locking it before turning to face Abigail. “What’s going on?” He asked her in a firm, but gentle tone. Abigail took a deep breath before explaining the situation, starting with meeting Karley earlier in the day at the gym.

“She’s just… Making me uncomfortable and she isn’t letting me leave. And she grabbed my chest.” Abigail finished with a sigh, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable in her body and trying to cover herself with her hands. The bartenders listened closely as Abigail recounted the night’s events. “How can we help you? Do you want us to escort you out, call you a taxi?”

Abigail thought for a moment, her mind spinning. “I don’t know. I don’t live far, too close to reasonably get a taxi, but far enough that I don’t want to walk alone. She could follow me.” The three stood silent for a moment, Abigail looking down at her legs and the two bartenders looking at one another before nodding in agreement. “Would you be comfortable with one of us driving you home?”

She looked up at them before nodding. “As long as it won’t be a burden on either of you.” They both shook their heads before one of them grabbed keys from his pocket. “Of course not. Our job here, aside from serving drinks, is to make our patrons feel safe and to do whatever is within our means to help anyone if they feel unsafe.” She breathed out a sigh of relief she didn’t know she was holding.

The three exited the room, returning to the main part of the bar. The two bartenders, both towering over Abigail by several inches, easily hid her from Karley’s sight. They reached the front door, one of them exiting with Abigail and the other remaining inside to man the bar. The bartender led her to his car, unlocking it and letting Abigail safely inside before walking around to the drivers side.

“How far out do you live?” He turned down the radio as the cur turned on, glancing over at her slightly. “About seven minutes that way.” She pointed in the opposite direction they were facing. As they began driving, Abigail felt her phone buzzing multiple times. She ignored them, presuming them to be drunken messages from Karley.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she barely realized they were approaching her house. “It’s this one on the left over here.” The car slowed down, easing to a stop. As the car turned off, the sounds of the night fluttered into the car. The crickets and the frogs making a harmony, a distant owl hooting atop a tree, and the faint buzz of the streetlights.

Abigail emerged from the car with a sigh, turning to look at her driver before leaving. “Thank you both, so much.” She leaned down slightly, making sure he heard her. He smiled at her with a small nod. “Of course. Take care of yourself now, you hear?” A small, albeit dishonest, chuckle escaped from her mouth as she nodded. “I will.”

She hurried to her front door, fumbling slightly with her key due to her nerves and remaining buzz from the drinks. Despite having a shower not long ago, she raced into the bathroom, wanting to wash the night away. The almost scalding water burned her skin in a way that felt refreshing. Her phone buzzed another few times as she was showering. They were indeed drunken texts from Karley.

8:40pm: “Were did u go?”

8:47pm: “Hello? :(“

8:53pm: “Did u fucking leaver?”

9:00pm: “Wow, you just left me during our date?”

9:10pm: “Whatever, I’m going home.”

Abigail sighed heavily, part of her feeling bad for leaving abruptly. She knew she shouldn’t feel bad, as she was protecting herself, but she couldn’t help it. She went back to her room, looking up at the ceiling in the darkness until she drifted off to sleep.