“The weather is so gorgeous out here!” I said to myself,
laying down in the warm Jamaican sand. The sandals resort was absolutely
amazing. I felt the warm sun all over my pale body, hoping for a tan. Although
it was hot, I could feel the ocean breeze coming from the ocean nearby. It felt
amazing. This was one of the best vacations I’ve had in a while, being in
Jamaica. I’ve always wanted to come here, and my mom finally decided to take a
vacation here. Just lying in the sun, relaxing, and touring around was always
my thing. I checked my phone to see the time, and noticed it was 4. 6 Missed
calls from mother as well. “I guess I
should head back upstairs.” I said to myself, rolling my eyes. Getting up, I
felt a massive amount of sand fall off my body. It was gross, but all I would
most likely do is shower to get it all of. As I rolled up my towel I looked
around the beach. All you can see everywhere was people having a great time,
relaxing. I looked at all the couples, the loners, and just anyone having fun.
I also noticed a group of teenagers just drinking, having the time of their
lives. Why can’t I have fun like that? Why do I have to be the one always stuck
at home, never having fun? Sometimes it sort of depressed me. My mother never
wanted to let me out of the house. She never wanted to let me go. I knew that
she has miscarriages with her other potential children, and she was always
afraid she would lose me. But sometimes it was too much. I knew I could never
grow up that way. Sighing, I began to make my way back to the main building of
the hotel. I walked up the steps, and in too quick of a second, I fell on the
stairs.
“Ouchhhhh!” I cried out.
“What the fuck? Can’t people just be careful where they spill their
stuff.”? I yelled. I could feel my pale cheeks flush red. I hated being
embarrassed on the floor. All of a sudden, I noticed someone running towards
me.
“Are you okay, miss?”
The guy said, grabbing my hand to help me up.
“Yeah I guess I’m fine, thanks for asking.” I said, smiling.
“No problem. I’m sorry about that problem with the drinks
spilling. It always seems to happen…”
“Oh really? How would you know?” I questioned.
“Well, I work here, and my dad owns the place, so I always
see what kind of stuff goes on around here.” He said, flashing his pearly
whites. Wow he was gorgeous. Perfect caramel skin, cute curly hair. And His
best feature was his hazel eyes. They just seemed to pierce me. God Bless this
boy. But why was he so friendly?
“Wow that’s pretty cool. I would love it if my parents owned
this place.” I said, giggling a bit. My giggles meant I was nervous. But why
should I be?
“Yeah. It gets hectic sometimes though. But can I ask you
miss, what’s your name?” He said, staring me straight into my blue eyes. When
he asked me this, my cheeks were burning. Why am I feeling this way already?
What’s going on? I wondered to myself.
“Oh, uhm…uhmm.hahaa…uhm my name is Marisol Alaniz…” I said
stammering between my sentences.
“Haha you gave the whole name although I didn’t ask! Well my
name is Mario. No need for last names right now! It was wonderful to meet you.
I hope to see you around sometime beautiful!” he said walking away.
“Wonderful..uh meeting you as well..uh I wanna see you soon
too! Haha…nice day…Mario!” I yelled after him. He then turned around, giving me
a wink. His long eyelashes could be seen from a distance. The boy was just too
Goddamn cute. I stood there just mesmerizing about the kid. How could I feel
this way so fast? How? I didn’t understand, but I’m sure it was nothing. I was
probably just having a little phase. I caught myself standing there, and realizing
it, I ran up into the lobby. I hoped that I would see Mr. Mario again.
As I entered the lobby, I checked
to make sure that I had all my belongings. Phone, check. Towel, check. Glasses,
check. Loose cash, Check. I thought I
had everything until I noticed my room key was gone. “Fuck.” I whispered to
myself. I hated the fact that sometimes I lost everything! I walked up to the
main desk, hoping that I would be able to get a new one.
“Hello miss. How may I help you?”
“Uhm, I lost my room key. Can I get another?”
“Sure, uhm first I need to know your name or the person your
staying with’s name.”
“Marisol Analiz. Single room.” I said in a stern voice. I
wanted to sound mature, so they didn’t mistaken me for a little kid. My first
step towards independence was having my own room at a hotel, although I was
with my parents. It felt amazing though, although ,my parents monitored me
every step of the way.
“Alright , give me a minute. I’ll have it ready in a few.
Please have a seat” The receptionist said.
“Thank you sir!” I said sitting down. I sat down on the
gorgeous couches. I looked around at the hotel lobby. I never noticed how
gorgeous it actually was. Seemed like everything was gold plated everywhere,
and it had a very classy scheme. I could smell flowers everywhere, and I
noticed the amazing patterns on the wall. It was gorgeous. I couldn’t believe
that Mario’s father owned it! I wonder how his life was. I just wanted to know
more about him. Who was he? Where does he go to school? What is everything
like? I wanted to know. I went into a daze about the guy, and I couldn’t stop
thinking about him. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a man tapping me.
“Excuse me, yes?” I said, with an attitude. I stared at the
guy in front of me. His skin was dark, but his eyes were a bright white, shaped
like the almonds I like in my chocolate. Yummy. He had a mini piercing in his
ear, and his body looked toned. He had his shirt off, in swimming shorts. Who
was he? Why was he trying to talk to me?
“hey, no need to be rude, I just wanted to know your name,
misssssss.” He said. This guy seemed to drag the miss for ages? What was his
problem? Is he okay?
“Marisol. Yours?”
“Daggeryy. I’mmm having a partyyyy tonighttt. Come,
nightclub in the left wing. I promise you fun. Special invitations for pretty
girls.” He dragged on forever about how beautiful I was. I was actually quite
flattered that a random guy invited me to a party. And he was cute. I was
listening to the guy, but my eyes drifted somewhere else, and I saw him. Mario.
Just staring at me, shaking his head. Why was he shaking his head? I didn’t
understand. Maybe it’s jealousy? About what though? Who knew.
“Yeah, sure I’ll be there!” I exclaimed, not even knowing
whether I would be able to go or not.
“Kay pretty gal, can’t wait to see ya.” Daggery said,
walking away, blowing me a kisss. I sat there smiling. What was up with the guy
attention today? My blue eyes were on fire today! I felt so good about myself
for once. I wasn’t the pale quiet skinny girl everyone saw at home. I was
different. I noticed in the corner of my eye, Mario walking away. Hm, I wonder
why he refused to talk to me right now. Thoughts raced my mind like lightning
bolts. I just couldn’t seem to get the kid out of my mind.
“Miss your key!” Yelled the receptionist. “This is the third
time I’m calling you!”
“Oh my gosh sorry!” I exclaimed, embarrassed. I ran, and
grabbed my key. Haha daydreaming gets me all the time. I walked to the
elevator, to get back to my room. I was going to go ask my parents if I could
attend the party. But either way, no matter what they said, I would be there.
****
“Mommy why can’t I go? It’s not fair!”
“Marisol you know how I feel about you going to parties.
Then again in places foreign. The answer is no!”
“Mom please! You never let me do anything.” I screamed.
“Marisol Analiz do not raise your damn voice at me. You will
not be going and that is all.”
“Mother, this isn’t fair. I’m sure you weren’t on lockdown
all the time like me.”
“I know I wasn’t, but I just want to protect you somewhere
you don’t know.”
“What the hell! The party is downstairs. Literally mom.” I
said. MY body temperature kept going higher and higher. My mother annoyed the
crap out of me. She doesn’t let me do anything all because of her stupid fear
that could never seem to leave her damn mindset.
“No. The answer is no Marisol. You will be staying in your
hotel room.”
“No mom it’s not fair. You always keep me on lockdown. You
don’t let me do anything. My curfew is like seven. I think I’m 18 years old now
and I deserve some type of freedom. I’m not a little baby anymore. I can take
care of myself. I understand you’re afraid of losing me. But in a party fucking
downstairs? Really mom. Like you had so much freedom when you were younger. But
me? Haha, NEVER!” I yelled. Warm and salty tears streamed down my snow-white
face. I just could never understand why my mother wouldn’t let me do anything.
It upset me so much. She never wants me to be free. Never, ever. My mother
stayed silent, and had nothing to say. I never usually went off like this, I
kept my anger in for so long. Maybe she would get it this time.
“Marisol, I said no. No means no. Now go to your hotel room,
we’ll be out for dinner in an hour.” She said calmly.
“What the hell mom? What the fuck is your problem! Do you
not understand English! Ugh I can’t stand you! Such control freak!” I screamed,
throwing my water bottle and running out the room. I ran down the hall to my
own hotel room, unlocked the door, and jumped on my bed. Thoughts racing
through my small mind tears falling from my crystal blue eyes like waterfalls.
I didn’t understand what her problem was. She really needed to let go of this,
because it was getting out of hand, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I cried my
eyes out into the pillow. Then I suddenly heard a knock on my door.
“Whoever the fuck it is, it better not be mom, if it is you
can fuck off. If it’s not mom, tell me who you are and Ill think about fucking
letting you in!” I yelled, to the mist of air.
“Uh, it’s me.” Said a male voice. I wondered who. I got off
my bed, wiped my eyes, then opened the door. My heart pounded. Who could be
coming to visit me?
“Oh hey there dad.” I said, opening the door. “Come in.” My
dad walked in. I loved my dad. He was the cooler one. He never kept me on a
leash, and he was always inspiring me to do what makes me happy, since I would
always learn my lesson later on.
“Marisol, your mother is bawling right now. She’s really
hurt.” He said, with his sad eyes. His blue eyes resembled mine. Such a
beautiful blue.
“I honestly could care less now. She doesn’t let me do
anything.” I said.
“Well, you should. Your mother cares so much about you. Just
realize that. Okay Mari?”
“Ugh. I know. But she needs to let me off the leash. I am
not a little puppy.”
“I talked to her about that. But It’s hard as a mother
sometimes, you know? After you go through a lot. Just understand her. But you
can go ahead to that party. Just be careful. I’m going out with your mom so she
can rest up.” After he said I can go ahead, my body filled with excitement. I
felt like all the sadness just flushed away.
“Thank you daddy! Love you! Get out now haha, I need to get
ready!” I said as I hugged and kissed him. I loved my daddy. He was the best
guy in the world. Always my number one, and I don’t know who could ever take
that spot.
As I walked into the party, I could feel the vibe being
amazing. “Give Me Everything” by Pitbull was blasting through the speakers. I
could feel the beat in my feet. I stared at my cheetah print red bottoms. Oh
how gorgeous they were. This was the first time I was using them, since I’m
like never allowed to party. I looked around. All I saw was bright lights
everywhere flashing in my eyes. People
drinking everywhere, and the smell of marijuana filled my nose. Although I was in a room filled with people,
I felt so alone. Where was Daggery? I thought I was the special guest. All of a
sudden I felt someone grab my waist. I immediately turned around.
“Hey pretty girl, looking mighty fine tonight.” Daggery
said, planting a kiss on my cheek.
“Hey boy. You too. How’s everything?”
“Greaaaaaaatttttt, glad you made it beautifulllll. We didn’t
get to talkkkkk. Where you frommmmm?” Why did he always drag his words?
“Oh I’m on vacation here from California. With my parents.”
“Oh yahhhh. Cool shittt. Coool shittt. Welll do you want a
drink missy, marisoll.”
“Yeah sure.”
“Okayyy. Girlieee wait here. I be back.” He said, giving me
another kiss. What was going on.
“Ok. See ya.” I said with a smile. He was just so cute. But
those dragging words made me think he was drunk or something. I sat there, just
jamming to the vibes of the music. It was putting me in the greatest mood. I
just sat there, going back and forth to Rude Boy by Rihanna. All of a sudden, I
felt someone close my eyes.
“Oh my gosh who is this!! Get off of me!” I screamed
“Just guess!” The voice said.
“Daggery?” I questioned. The voice went silent for a minute,
then slowly said:
“No it’s Mario,” He said sadly, letting me see his face. He
was dressed in some nice jeans, and a fit polo shirt. Damn did he look good.
“Oh hey there! Didn’t know you would be here. What’s up?” I
said, with a smile flashing across my face. At this point I knew I was
blushing.
“Nothing Just here. How’s the party for ya so far?” He
yelled over the music.
“Great. Just waiting for Daggery to bring me a drink. You
know him? He’s so nice!” I screamed over the music. Mario didn’t say anything
for some time, he just stared at me, sort of in dismay.
“Uh… Daggery. He’s not a good guy. I’m going to tell you
straight up he spikes drinks and has drunk sex with them. He’s not a good guy.
Stay away from him, okay?” said Mario, looking into my eyes. Why was he telling
me this? Daggery was so sweet. Just a little drunk. Someone I just met wouldn’t
do that. Only someone that knows you could hurt you that way. He wouldn’t.
“Ah, I doubt it. He’s too sweet!” I exclaimed, smiling.
“No. I’m serious. I’ve been working at my dad’s hotel for a long
time. I’ve seen this happen to too many girls. I don’t want to happen to you.
Seriously, it might cause you pain for a long time.”
“Mario, I know he wouldn’t do that.”
“Marisol, please listen to me it’s good for you!” he yelled.
I wanted to believe him, but I couldn’t. How could someone so nice be portrayed
as so evil? Our conversation was interrupted by Daggery approaching the both of
us with my drink. I noticed Daggery give Mario the worst glare, and Mario did
the same. What was going on? I wondered. Maybe Mario was jealous about
something? Who knows.
“Here’s your drink beautiful.” Daggery said, handing me my
drink. It was a deep red, but looked absolutely delicious.
“Thanks,” I said smiling. I turned to Mario and I looked
into his eyes. I felt anger building up in his eyes. I knew he was upset that I
was talking to daggery. But honestly, I couldn’t resist.
“Daggery, you can’t continue doing this to all these
innocent girls. They haven’t done anything to you and you’re going to lure them
into your damn trap? Stop it now!” Mario screamed.
“Mario! Stop! Be nice!” I yelled, trying to calm him down.
“Aye Aye boy, don’t accuse me of something I ain’t do. I
could never hurt a girl like her.” Daggery said, smiling at me. “Now get away
from me and this girl, she mines for the night ok?” He said grabbing my waist.
“Marisol! Don’t fall for it! Don’t drink it! It’s spiked!”
He yelled.
“Aye man aye man shut up now.” Daggery exclaimed, piercing
Mario. “Get the fuck away now!” He said pushing him away.
“Yeah Mario! Stop being rude. Leave please! Now! I can make
my own decisions!” I said yelling at Mario. I then took a sip of my drink. Damn
did it taste delicious.
“Fine, Mari. I warned you though.” He said, looking sad. He
walked away from us sad, with his head down. I knew that he was just making it
up because he liked me.
“That damn guy, always fucking up my game!” said Daggery,
grabbing my hand. “Come on drink! It’s yum isn’t it?” Daggery cried, kissing my
cheek again. Was this guy obsessed with my face? I didn’t know. I finished my
whole glass in a few gulps. The ice cold drink traveled down my throat,
chilling my body. I wanted more. Daggery kept giving me drinking, and I felt my
body going to a whole other place. I was just zoning in and out of the party.
The drinks were so good I never wanted to stop drinking them. Daggery grabbed
me by the waist and we danced the night away. My hips on his body, and I felt
the music take me away. Daggery began to plant his soft lips all over my
neck, moving to my face. Who would’ve
thought that this nice guy would try to do anything?! His soft lips seemed to
intoxicate my body. I kept feeding more and more drinks into my body, and I
felt my body go to another planet. I began feeling dizzy. I couldn’t feel my
legs.
“Uh, Daggerygggyggy I don’t uh I don’t feel well. Is there a
beddd somewhere? Uhh I don’t feel well. Please.” I begged.
“Yes baby, let me take you now,” He said with a smile. He
picked me up and carried me to the room. As I laid on the bed, I felt like I
was sinking into the bed. I felt like a huge headache was taking over my body.
What the hell was going on? I looked at the side of the room, and I tried to focus my vision. But the room was
spinning. I felt like I was on a roller coaster. But I noticed Daggery taking
off his clothes.
“what…what…what are you doing?” I asked him between
stutters.
“Bitch, what I got you here to do. Haha, I guess you
should’ve listened to little Mario. You don’t know the Daggery. The Daggery
gets the women and does what he needs with them.” He yelled. I was so out of
it, but I could kind of think. What the fuck was going on. My mind was going
out of control. What the hell is going to happen.? What does he want to do to
me? What the hell. Fuck. No. No. I hoped it wasn’t what I thought.
“No! get me out of here. Get me out of here!” I screamed as
Daggery approached me.
“Too late, sweetheart. Enjoy the ride.”
“Fuck off! Fuck off! Fuck off!” I yelled, and now I was
crying. My tears couldn’t stay in my eyes.
“No bitch now you’re going to shut the fuck up and get what
you’re here for. Then he slapped me, and all I could feel was a wave of sweat
and pain go across my face. I knew it looked like a tomato. After that, my
world just went black. It disappeared in the darkness. It was too late.
Reflection:
This is my whole new story. I had to write a new story, because the last one seemed to be too dramatic. In this story, I sort of changed the plot, but made it less dramatic, and less spontaneous. I think I like this one better because it's way more relatable. My protagonists' desire is to become more independent, because her parents never want to leave her alone. She's trying to grow up, but her parents seem to let her. She also has trust issues with people. In this story, she learns to trust people, and learns not to judge a book by it;s cover. As I workshopped my piece, I realized it's hard for me to stop writing, and I usually just like to blabber on about nothing, and I bring my story to places, that make no sense. Going through the workshop process, I realized that I'm a writer that loves to add description. Whenever I write, I always add description, but not to the point where I bore people. I think my piece is the way I want it to be, just need a few minor edits.
